Curvy Ever After: Forbidden Curvy Girl Fairy Tales (2 page)

Jazz was more beautiful to him than any woman he had ever seen. Before or after his servitude. When he had materialized before her, he had been instantly captivated with her beauty. Though, the reminder that he could do nothing about it, immediately filled him with sorrow. Now, it was like she was reading his mind. Her wish was his wish.

Apollo rose up to tower over her. His fingers clenched at his sides, wanting nothing more than to sink into her soft, luscious body. He reigned in his desire. He wanted to take it slow for her sake as well as his own. Apollo wanted to savor every inch of her. It felt like it was his first time all over again, and he didn’t want to rush through it.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Apollo felt blood rush to his cock. He watched as Jazz’s large doe eyes looked down at the tent his erection made in his pants. When she looked back up at him, he saw the confusion written on her face. And he realized that she was a complete innocent.

“Have you been kissed before, Jazz?” Apollo asked, his voice thick with arousal.

Jazz shook her head, unable to speak.

“Hmm…completely untouched then. I am honored.” Apollo said gravely.

He raised his massive hands to gently cup her face. He stroked his thumb over her plump bottom lip. He gazed deeply into her wide eyes.

“I will show you all the ways between a man and a woman. Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine,” he instructed.

Apollo lowered his mouth to hers. He slowly swept his lips back and forth across Jazz’s. She trembled slightly in his hands. He applied more pressure to the tentative kiss and Jazz remained tight-lipped, unsure of what to do. Apollo lightly nipped at her bottom lip and she gasped, gripping his wrists for support as he held her face.

He sucked her lip into his mouth and then let it slide back out slowly, from between his teeth. Jazz’s trembles became stronger, her knees started to buckle and Apollo wrapped his rippling arms around her. He pulled her into his wide barrel chest as he deepened the kiss and gingerly flicked his tongue against hers. Jazz instinctively rolled her hips towards his. When she felt his erection against her stomach, she quickly pulled back and stumbled on the cushions, falling backward.

Apollo looked down at her sprawled against the colorful cushions. The sheer, turquoise silk and satin ensemble she wore, complimented her tan skin and left little to the imagination. He knelt down between her legs. Apollo’s hands shook with want as he reached for Jazz’s silk top. He tried to be gentle but his massive fumbling hands ripped it in two with one tug.

Jazz’s eyes widened and she inhaled sharply as her breasts spilled out, into his rough warm hands. Apollo smoothed his hands over the outside curve of each breast, cupping them gently. His thumbs lightly stroked over her brown tipped nipples and he watched as they wrinkled and tightened to little candied drops, begging for his mouth. Apollo dipped his head down and hovered an inch above the hard nub. Jazz’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation. Not willing to make her or himself wait any longer, he tasted her skin with a flick of his tongue.

Jazz cried out at the sensation and Apollo grinned rakishly, as he continued his erotic tutorial. He circled his tongue around her nipple and then sucked it deeply into his mouth. Her hips rolled up to find him, in the carnal dance of need that she did not understand. And Jazz continued to writhe beneath him as he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

Her agitation grew along with the tension low in her belly. The lower part of her body was restless, practically begging him to come south. Apollo understood the language of her body, even though it had been years for him. So he kissed and nibbled down her soft rounded belly, dipping his tongue in her navel as he went. He passed over the waistband of her sheer pants and he could see the smooth, hairless V between her legs. Apollo bent down and blew cool air over her heated flesh and he heard Jazz gasp in response.

Apollo pulled her knees up and then gingerly spread them apart. He could see her sex glistening through the sheer turquoise cloth, smell her spicy fragrance. He closed his eyes and breathed her in, savoring the best scent in the world.
Woman.

He lowered his head and softly kissed her bare mound through the silk. Jazz’s hips jerked back in shock and he chuckled under his breath. Apollo loved that she was so sensitive and responsive. He knew they would work well together.

Apollo reached for the waistband of her pants and gradually pulled them down her legs, slowly building anticipation as his fingertips lightly raked down her wide hips and thick thighs. Once they cleared her feet, Apollo threw the garment to the side and they fluttered down to a heap on the floor. He looked back down at Jazz and his breath caught in his throat.

The image of Jazz lying there would forever be burned into Apollo’s brain. Even if she didn’t release him from his prison sentence, he’d keep the vision of her butterscotch skin amidst an array of bright colors for centuries to come.

Jazz looked up at him with wide trusting eyes. Her hair spilling out beneath her like a blanket of raven silk. Her breasts, full and heavy, spread before him like an awaiting feast. Her torso, soft and welcoming. Curving inward slightly only to flair out broadly at her hips, like the shape of an hourglass. The breadth of her hips sloped down to her solid thighs, protecting her untouched flower. Jazz’s knees were drawn up and spread apart to display her slick jewel. Beautiful and pink, the custom to remove all body hair, leaving it naked for his viewing pleasure.

Unable to hold back any longer, Apollo clasped Jazz’s hips and lifted her up towards his descending, greedy lips. His tongue stroked up her center as he drank in her sweet and spicy nectar. Jazz cried out at the intimate contact. Her hips shuttered, but Apollo held her close to his mouth, unwilling to relinquish her addicting flavor. His tongue flicked up on her swollen clit and Jazz grabbed a pillow and crushed her mouth to it, to absorb her moans of ecstasy.

“Apollo, please!” Jazz begged. “I-I don’t know w-what to do!” She exclaimed breathlessly, pulling the pillow from her face.

“Let go.” Apollo released her long enough to growl.

He quickly latched back on. Apollo used his lips, teeth, and tongue to torture Jazz to the brink and pushed her over the edge, into her very first orgasm. Her feet pressed into the cushions as she pressed up towards his mouth. Soft cries passed through her parted lips.

Apollo released her hips and Jazz collapsed to the floor but he was far from done. He stood and reached for the waistband of his pants and swiftly pushed them down his legs, releasing his turgid manhood that bounced stiffly with his movements. Jazz looked at his long, thick cock with curiosity, trepidation, and arousal.

“What is this weapon for?” Jazz asked.

“For pleasuring you.” Apollo grinned.

“Does it bring you pleasure as well. Like when you put your mouth on me?” She stared at it thoughtfully.

“Yes.” He answered breathlessly, imaging her mouth on him. “I too would find pleasure from your mouth on me.”

Jazz sat up and shifted to her knees before him. Her lips were mere inches from his twitching shaft and when she looked up at him with big innocent brown eyes, he thought he’d embarrass himself by spilling his seed too soon. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back.

“You can kiss it, swirl your tongue around the tip, or draw it into your mouth. Whatever you want. The choice is yours.” Apollo instructed with difficulty.

Jazz thought about the things he had done to her body with his mouth and decided to follow his skilled tutelage. First, she placed a soft kiss on the angry purple head of his massive staff. The pearl of fluid seeping from the mushroom cap, smoothed on her lips and she licked it away with the tip of her tongue. Apollo’s cock jerked in response to the seductive sight.

The princess opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of his manhood and Apollo groaned. Spurred on by his sounds of pleasure, Jazz sucked him in deeply. His hips shook as he tried not to thrust into her wide mouth. She pulled back to breathe and stroked her tongue from base to tip, driving him to distraction. Jazz then wrapped her lips around him once more and slid down as far as she could go and Apollo pulled away before he lost his composure in her hot mouth.

“Enough,” he said as she released him with a pop.

Apollo fell to his knees, clutched her face in both hands and crushed her lips to his. He held on firmly to her lips as he guided her back down onto the soft padding under them. He hovered over her, the tip of his cock at the ready at her entrance. His arms shook with the effort to hold himself above her.

“Our bodies were made to fit together. Like a sword in its sheath. Though there will be pain for you at first, I will try to be swift.” Apollo forewarned the princess.

“I trust you.” Jazz said bravely.

Apollo brought his large body down over hers and planted a soft kiss on her full lips. He positioned his thick shaft at her threshold and dipped in shallowly, stretching her muscles gradually. Her wet passage drew him in deeper and Apollo felt the barrier that symbolized her innocence and he drew back out. Poised at her entrance, he stroked his tongue into her mouth as he thrust through her hymen.

Jazz tensed in his arms and cried out against his lips, his tongue tasting her shock. Apollo pulled back and slowly pumped back in and she tensed once more but in pure pleasure. Once he realized she was ready, Apollo unleashed his full power. He slid his forearms under her back, wrapping his hands up and around her shoulders to pull her down as he thrust up. Their flesh met with a satisfying slap over and over again as his buttocks flexed during each powerful drive.

Jazz was lost. She lost sense of time and space. All she was aware of was the sounds of their bodies coming together and the grunts and groans rumbling deep in his chest. The taste of his lips, neck, and chest as she tasted his warm salty skin. Felt his throbbing cock deep in her recess and his hard muscles and smooth skin at her fingertips. Breathed in the scent of his spicy skin and sex in the air. Saw the passion etched deep into his face as he brought her closer to another shattering climax.

Apollo sat back on his haunches and pulled Jazz with him, onto his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her still as he pounded up into her. Her next orgasm came slower but stronger than the first. Continual waves crashed over her and her womb rippled around him, squeezing his manhood tight. Apollo erupted, pouring his seed inside of Jazz. She gasped his name and he groaned hers as their breath came hot and heavy, mingling between them.

Jazz buried her fingers in Apollo’s soft wavy hair, pulling it from its tie so that it spilled onto his shoulders. His hands moved from around her waist and quickly swept her long dark locks back off of her face, clutching the sides of her head and kissed her deeply. Apollo’s body involuntarily pumped into her, his cock still rock hard after his explosive climax.

It had been centuries. He knew it was going to be a long night.

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Later, Jazz lie asleep in Apollo’s arms. He knew he had worn her out but he couldn’t seem to stop wanting her. Needing her. He also couldn’t sleep. He’d been asleep for decades and she had awakened him in more ways than one. And he worried what her next wish would be. He knew his time would be short with her, whether she set him free or not. A sadness he’d never felt, filled his chest painfully.

He gently caressed a strand of ebony hair off of her temple and she snuggled closer into the crook of his arm. She looked peaceful and beautiful as her long eyelashes fanned the tops of her cheeks, an occasional sated sigh escaping her lips. He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, unable to stop himself.

Jazz’s eyelids fluttered and she looked up at him sleepily. She smiled shyly and then stretched like a cat. All lazy seductress. Though she stopped in mid-stretch when she felt the evidence of his full erection against her leg.

“More?!” She said in shock.

“Only if you want. I would not force you.” Apollo said slightly embarrassed.

“Is it always like this between a man and a woman?” Jazz asked curious.

“Not always. Though I have to admit that it had been centuries since I’d made love to a woman, so that might be why I’m still ready. Or maybe it’s because of your wish. You asked for me to be your lover, so I’m ready when you need me.” Apollo said, considering all angles.

“Well…since you put it that way, I definitely wouldn’t mind it.” Jazz lowered her lashes bashfully.

“As you wish.”

Apollo quickly grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her to her knees and slammed into her already slick channel. Jazz screamed into a pillow as he wound a fistful of her silky locks in his hand, holding her still as he stroked deeply into her aching quim. It wasn’t long before her climax ripped through her and her thighs quaked and turned to liquid. Apollo’s release exploded, not long behind hers.

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Jazz woke up the next morning and stretched her aching muscles. The pain in all the right places, reminding her of the best night she’d ever had. Her arms reached out on either side of her and she felt nothing. She quickly rose up on her elbows and looked around in a panic. The mattress felt cool to the touch, like Apollo hadn’t been there in some time.