The Empress's New Lingerie and Other Erotic Fairy Tales by Hillary Rollins Page B

as supple and stunning as the flower from which she’d arisen, and ardently returned Beauty’s kiss.
    â€œBlossom,” sighed Beauty. “Mmm, my precious, precious Blossom.”
    The beast watched in awe, enraptured by their gentle rhythms, their abundant femininity, as together the two women sank to the ground and began to caress each other with tender touches punctuated by volleys of tiny kisses. Blossom, who was already fully nude, bent over the supine Beauty and carefully unfastened her bodice with long, tapered fingers that fluttered like white doves. She opened the panel of lace to reveal a pair of breasts so young and new and finely wrought they seemed like mounds of spun sugar topped off with their own miniature pink rosebuds waiting to bloom. The beast was used to mauling such a bosom, squeezing the globes in his grasping fists, but Blossom barely touched it. She sat back for a spell to regard the enchanting orbs as they were offered up to her until her eyes filled with adoring tears. Then she slowly lowered her head to allow one single teardrop to fall from each eye onto the perfect bull’s-eye of each nipple. Beauty moaned as Blossom gently took the moistened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and began to roll them around like lustrous agates in a bath of scented oil. As she continued to moan and sigh and purr with mounting pleasure, Beauty’s long spine stretched and curved; she was a provocative cat in heat being petted and aroused. From this arched position she could reach her tongue up and out to wrap it lightly around the protruding nipples of Blossom’s more womanly breasts, and Blossom eagerly fed her playful kitten these milky treats.
    The watching beast breathed heavily. He felt his balls tighten and his prodigious cock swell and harden like a tree stump. But even as his sex grew hard, his features grew softer. By the time Blossom had helped Beauty remove the rest of her clothing and wind herself around the stem of her lover’s flowering body, the beast was looking almost human. He watched as Blossom ran her thorn-like nails ever so gently up and down Beauty’s back, not deeply or sharply enough to hurt her, but just enough to excite the sensitive nerve endings and bring on a heated flush. His fascinated gaze devoured the two as they took turns kneading and massaging each other’s polished limbs, never in a hurry, never touching the sacred spot but concentrating instead on all the forgotten places: the backs of the knees, the soles of the feet, a neck, a brow, the cleft of the buttocks. For a while the two ladies just played with each other’s hair, combing it through open fingers, twisting it into braids and buns, intertwining Beauty’s rich, black pubic locks with Blossom’s fiery strands. For another stretch of time they kept their eyes closed and their hands tied behind their backs, agreeing to explore the landscape of each other’s bodies only by taste and smell.
    Oh, how could they do it?! How could they keep from exploding, as he was sure he was about to do, keep from peaking and falling off that most treacherous of cliffs? But slowly, sensually, they continued to prolong this wonderful maddening tease, this mutual exploration of body and soul with no attempt to reach the main event. How he envied them, how he wished to join in their sensual gavotte. But he could not. To intrude his clumsy maleness into their sublime feminine circle would be too horrible. All he could do was watch, yearn, silently pray, audibly weep as the languid couple pressed breast to breast and mouth to mouth for what seemed an eternity.
    At last Blossom began to carefully, tentatively touch and fondle Beauty’s vagina. She started on the outside, making tiny little pats with her fingers along the swollen fault line of the lips, while all the while keeping a gentle, steady pressure on the hood of the erect clit with the heel of her hand. She never breached the