Curvy Ever After: Forbidden Curvy Girl Fairy Tales (3 page)

Afraid that he had somehow left her, Jazz jumped naked out of her bed and ran over to the lamp still on the floor. She quickly scooped it up and rubbed it vigorously. Once again, the lamp started to vibrate and the white mist poured out from the spout. Short seconds later, Apollo stood before her in all his gorgeous male glory.

“Apollo, I thought you somehow left me!” Jazz ran to him and he instantly wrapped her in his arms. Her heart was immediately soothed.

“I’m here. I just thought I’d try to get some rest myself and that wasn’t going to happen next to you. I can’t seem to stop touching you.” He chuckled at the revelation.

“I’m glad.” Jazz lifted her head from his wide chest and looked up at him smugly.

“I bet you are.” He grinned reluctantly.

“I’m starving. I think I’ll ring for breakfast and then get dressed.” Jazz said as she slipped from the circle of his warm embrace and walked to the rope pull that singled her servants. “Do you eat?” She asked him.

“I don’t need to, but I can.” He answered as he took in her soft curvy form.

“Alright. We’ll eat, and then I can tell you my next wish.” Jazz smiled at him as she picked up the lamp again. “But first, I think you should get back in here. I don’t want you scaring the servants half to death.”

“As you wish, Princess.” Apollo smirked before dissolving into the white mist and back into the lamp.

Once she was dressed and the large spread of food had been delivered to Jazz’s chambers, she shooed the servants away and rubbed the lamp again. Apollo appeared before her and her heart fluttered like it did the first time. Though it was getting stronger with each time she saw him.

Apollo stepped up to Jazz and kissed her softly. “Are you ready to tell me your next wish?” He asked, anxious to find out what she wanted.

“Yes!” Jazz said almost breathless as she led him over to a table loaded with food.

Part of the curse was that he couldn’t try to convince his current master or mistress to make a wish that would benefit him. The fact that Jazz had decided to set him free with her last wish had blown him away. No one had ever even asked about his circumstances that got him in the position of Genie. They heard that they got three wishes and they were off. Usually, with no thought to anyone but themselves.

Most people wished to be rich beyond their greatest imaginings. Some wished to cure sickness in themselves or loved ones. Heartbroken souls that wanted to bring back loved ones who had already left this world. Others wished for a hated nemesis to meet with hardship or even death. But the second most requested wish after money…love.

Apollo knew that Jazz was a princess, so wealth wasn’t a factor for her. She didn’t seem to be melancholy over a sick or lost loved one and she appeared to be healthy as a horse. She didn’t seem like the type of spiteful person that would wish harm to anyone. So one of the only things he could think that she’d want, is love. Though for the first time ever, he prayed that that was not the case.

Apollo looked across the table at Jazz as she nibbled thoughtfully at her food. His nerves were completely frazzled and he couldn’t take much more.

“Talk to me.” He coaxed.

“Well…” Jazz sighed and then pushed ahead. “My life is not my own. It’s been this way since birth. I’ve spent most of it in these rooms, not allowed to associate with anyone other than my designated servants. Until you, I can’t even recall seeing another man other than my father. And now I’m told that I have to marry some man I have never met, in only a week’s time.” Jazz hesitated.

Here it comes…

“So basically, I want my freedom. I want the choice to be mine on who I spend the rest of my life with. I’m tired of men ruling my life.” Jazz looked up at him from under her lashes. “Genie, my second wish is to have the freedom to make my own choices.” She finished, looking at him meaningfully.

A slow smile spread across Apollo’s firm lips as relief washed over him. “As you wish.”

Jazz couldn’t be too sure, but it almost felt as if immediately a heavy weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She felt buoyant and light, as if she could float away on a cloud of pure bliss. Now, it was her time to return the favor.

“Now…” Jazz paused for effect and Apollo held his breath. “For my last wish…”

“Yes, Mistress.” Apollo said softly, thinking that this was the moment of truth.
Will she really be selfless enough to set me free?

“I have wealth and now my freedom. There isn’t much more I could possibly want. Except one thing…” Jazz stood up and came around to Apollo.

He turned to look at her and he sensed that he was about to get his hopes crushed.

“…but what I want, I can’t have unless I do something first.”

“And what is that, Mistress.” Apollo swallowed hard.

“Genie, my third wish is to set you free.” Jazz said softly.

Apollo stood up before her and the white mist that made him materialize each time she rubbed the lamp, swirled around him like a small tornado. Jazz took a step back as her hair whipped across her face during the torrent. Then the mist curled away from his body like a snake going straight to the empty lamp. The mist disappeared inside of the lamp and the bright shining glow the lamp once had dimmed. All its magical powers gone. The large gold bands wrapped around Apollo’s wrist, suddenly clinked open and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

The newly free man looked down at his bare wrists and then up at Jazz with wonder and a telltale wetness in his eyes. Apollo’s throat was clogged with emotion and he couldn’t speak to say thank you. So he quickly pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard and deep. His legs became weak with the realization that his life was now his own and he sunk to the chair with Jazz solidly in his lap.

He broke the kiss and searched Jazz’s eyes. All he saw was joy written on her face and etched into her warm amber eyes.

“You actually did it. You set me free.” Apollo said in wonder.

“Yes. Well kind of.” Jazz smirked.

“What do you mean?” Apollo asked curiously.

“I wished for my freedom and then yours, so that I could tie you to me in another way for eternity. Oh, the irony!” Jazz’s eyes sparkled with mirth.

“That’s an eternity worth spending.” Apollo grinned happily.

“What is the meaning of this?!” A voice bellowed from behind them.

Jazz looked up to see her father, red-faced and angry in the doorway. She stood up and took Apollo’s hand as he stood with her. She faced the Sultan with her back straight and her chin held high.

“Father, I have decided that I no longer wish to marry Ali. I love Apollo and wish for him to be my husband.” Jazz said firmly.

“Are you sure this is what you want? That he’ll make you happy?” The Sultan asked.

“Yes father, I’m sure.” Jazz said confidently.

“Well, alright then. Let the planning begin and the announcements made to public! Thank Allah, I thought you’d never choose.” The Sultan grumbled as he swept out of the room in a flurry of fine silks.

Jazz turned to look up at Apollo, her wide eyes dancing with delight. He reached out and stroked his thumb over her bottom lip and she shivered in response.

“I command you to make love to me, husband.” Jazz demanded playfully.

“As you wish, wife.”

Apollo lifted Jazz into his strong arms and carried her to the soft bed, where he pleasured her for all eternity.

••••

Red

Jamestown, Virginia Colony 1610

“N
ow Rebecca, do not stray from the path to grannie’s house. The woods are dangerous and the savages are always lurking about.” Red’s mother, Katherine, warned as she handed her a basket of fresh food and medicine.

“But mother, the natives aren’t bad people. Didn’t the girl, Pocahontas save John Smith?” Red asked perplexed at the hatred in her mother’s voice.

“Well yes, but she saved him from her own father. Now don’t question me. This is your first trip alone and I will not have anything happening to you. So do as I say and don’t stray from the trail and talk to no one.” Katherine said firmly.

“Yes, mum.” Red said, contrite.

Katherine tied Red’s scarlet cape around her neck and pulled the hood up over her dark auburn curls. The beautiful red cape draped around her cream white bodice, drab brown skirt and white petticoats. The cape had been a gift from her beloved grandmother and the nicest thing she owned. People had always been enamored with her dark red curls, but once she received the gift of the cape the whole town started to call her Red. Only her mother still called her by her given name.

Her mother saw her to the door and sent her on her way. There had been building tension in the colony between the natives and the newcomers. So everyone had been on alert, worried that the native people, the Powhatan tribe would retaliate for their land being invaded by the pale visitors. Red was surprised that her mother would let her journey through the woods alone, even though she was nineteen. But her mother doted on her, which was why she was the town spinster.

Red’s grandmother had fell ill in recent months, so Red and her mother would often make trips to her home in the woods to bring her food, clothing, and medicine. But Katherine was too busy with the harvest to make the trip, so she sent Red in her place.

Red made her way to the mouth of the forest trail. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt eyes on her. She took a deep breath and brushed the feeling aside and stepped into the dense foliage. The tall trees blocked out the rays of the warm autumn sun and she was instantly enveloped by the dark, cool dampness of the woods.

~~~

Elan watched the plump, pale girl with the springy red hair and cape, make her way into the woods. His gold eyes glowed and his fur stood on end with attraction as she passed by. He could smell her sweet scent as the breeze ruffled her skirts and wafted towards him. He could hear her heart pound in her chest when a twig snapped in the distance. Entranced, Elan followed closely behind, just off the worn path. He felt it was time to introduce himself.

Elan quietly trotted ahead of the path. He shifted from his wolf form, his spirit animal, to his human body. He leaned against a thick oak tree as he awaited the beautiful girl to come into view.

~~~

Red rounded a bend in the road and her heart jumped into her throat at the sight of a man leaning against a tree. He was a native man. Though, as she eyed him warily, she realized he was a young man, possibly the same age as she.

His skin was stunning. A dark coppery brown. His dark brown eyes were deep set and seductive under raven-winged brows. His nose was straight and broad. His mouth, full and wide. And his hair was as straight as an arrow, jet black, and hung down to his waist.

He wore only tan buckskin leggings with a loincloth to cover his private bits in the middle and moccasins. His upper body was bare. His shoulders were broad and square. His muscles were lean in his tall frame. To Red, he seemed to have the wildness and raw power of an animal. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Though his beauty didn’t block the wariness that had settled into her stomach. Red realized that she had stopped to stare at him, as he stared back at her. She quickly started walking again, increasing her pace and gripping her basket tightly. As she passed him, he pushed off of the tree and fell into step beside her. Red’s heart thumped in her chest like the beating of a steady drum.

“Hello.” He said deeply, surprising Red that he could speak English. “I am Elan.” He said haltingly as if he were testing the new language on his tongue.

“I shouldn’t be talking to you.” Red said quietly as she tried to walk faster.

“Why?” Elan asked with a raised brow, easily keeping pace with her.

“B-Because my mother told me not to talk to anyone and to just head straight to my grandmother’s house.” Red explained, giving away too much.

“Do you do everything your mother tells you?” Elan smirked at her.

“Well, of course.”

“Listening to your mother might make you miss out on a world you never knew existed. I promise, I’m nice. My name even means ‘friendly’ in my native tongue.” Elan coaxed, a huge beautiful smile spread across his face, showcasing stunningly white teeth.

Red was mesmerized. He really did seem harmless.
And beautiful. Definitely, beautiful.
Red thought to herself.

“Alright.” Red said, blowing out a huge breath as she took a chance. She held her pale hand out to him and his reddish brown hand clasped hers warmly. She instantly felt a charge of electricity shoot up her arm. “I’m Red. Well, Rebecca actually but everyone calls me Red.”

“You are beautiful, Red. I’ve never seen skin as fair as yours or hair so fiery and curly. What are these spots?” Elan asked, pointing to her face near her nose.

“Oh, my freckles? Yes, I hate them.” Red said sadly about the tiny dots that dusted her cheeks and nose.

“Freckles.” He tested the new word on his tongue. “No, they are lovely.” Elan said sincerely.

Red flushed prettily, her cheeks turning a bright pink.

“So why are you visiting your grandmother this day?” Elan asked curiously.

“She is sick. So I’m bringing her food and medicine.” Red told him, feeling more at ease with each passing moment in his company. He had a calming presence.

“I am so sorry to hear that.” Elan apologized.

“It’s okay. Thank you for your concern.” Red sighed heavily. “Well, I must be going. It was lovely talking with you, Elan.” Red continued down the dirt trail.

“Why must we part ways? I’d like to continue talking with you. It’s so very rare that I get to use my English.” Elan told her.

“I don’t think it’s a very good idea.” Red looked at him and the attraction she felt coursed through her body.
Mother would not be pleased.

“But I do. Besides, I haven’t had a chance to kiss you yet.” Elan said boldly, looking directly in her deep blue eyes.

Red’s breath hitched in her throat. “I-I’m afraid that wouldn’t be p-proper,” she whispered.

“Don’t be afraid. Come.” Elan reached for Red’s hand and guided her deep within the woods.

Red knew she should pull away and run back to the main road, but it was as if she was under a spell and she followed willingly. Elan led her to a large tree and spun her around till her back rested against the rough bark. He stepped closer to her and his mouth hovered only a half an inch from hers. Red closed her eyes and lifted her mouth to him, excitement running through her veins at the thought of her first kiss. Many boys and men had looked at her with lust in their eyes but under her mother’s watchful eye, she was never able to get close to anyone.

Elan placed a long finger against her pink pouty lips. “I didn’t mean here.” He lowered his hand to her full skirt and petticoats. “I meant here.”

“Dear God.” Red gasped and dropped her basket to the ground. She was scandalized, yet the temptation kept her from saying no.

Elan’s hand traveled from her lips to her chin and neck. His fingertips danced over the swells of her creamy alabaster breasts to the laces of her bodice. He made quick work of unlacing the fabric and pulling it down along with her skirt. He untied her petticoats and they fell in a heap at her feet. Eventually, Red was left in nothing but her cape, white cotton shift, thigh-high stockings and leather shoes.

Red’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation. She watched as Elan unlaced the ties of her shift and with a gentle brush of his hands, the material fell away. She was left bare and on display, her cape hiding nothing but her hair. He then pushed back her cape, wanting to see all of her wild red curls.

Elan stepped back and took in her tall, ripe, and voluptuous beauty. Her soft curves were flawless ivory. Her heavy breasts tipped with tiny pink nipples. The apex of her legs, a triangle of fiery red. Her sapphire eyes, bright with longing.

Red saw the look of desire on his face as he took in her naked body. She noticed that his loincloth no longer laid flat against his thighs but tented out before him. She had heard the whispered conversations of married women and knew that it was a sign that he wanted her.

Elan moved close to her once more and slowly sunk to his knees in front of her. He clasped each of her feet and removed her shoes, one at a time. He unhurriedly slid his hands up her stocking clad legs. Once he reached her thighs, he gently pushed them apart, exposing her pale pink nether lips. He placed a soft kiss on her springy red mound. Craving her taste, Elan wrapped his lips around her pretty lips and lapped at her slit. He tongue stroked up and then swirled around her distended clit.

Red gasped and pulled her hips away from his mouth at the same time that she pushed his head away. Never in all her life, had she felt anything so amazing. She had been unprepared for the heady feeling.

“Do you want me to stop?” Elan asked as he looked up at her, his lips wet with her arousal.

“No! Kiss me some more!” Red panted.

He quickly obliged her and latched back onto her throbbing cunny. Red bucked wildly against his hungry mouth and her fingers tangled in Elan’s long ebony strands. He reached up and stroked the folds of her lips, playing at her slick entrance with his fingertips. He slipped a long finger into her heat and her tight untouched walls created suction around the one digit, pulling him in welcomingly. Elan began to slide his finger sensually in and out of her wet cleft as he curled his tongue around her swollen pearl.

Red rolled her hips, creating more friction against his eager mouth. Something in her tummy fluttered and gained speed as she pumped faster astride his tongue and finger. The flutters turned into a ball of tension and with a flick of his tongue and a curve of his finger, it exploded. Feminine cum rushed from her slit and splashed against her thighs and his awaiting mouth. Red wailed her release, only the woodland creatures were close enough to hear.

Elan draped her left leg over his shoulder and stood quickly, spreading her quim. He swept his loincloth aside, baring his thick stiff cock. He plunged into her deep recesses and tore through her maidenhead without warning. Red gripped his shoulders and screamed. Elan finally brought his lips to hers and devoured her mouth. She tasted her savory flavor on his tongue, never imagining her first kiss would be like this.

The pain of her hymen being breeched subsided and as Elan continued to stroke into her taut passage, the friction created delicious sensations. Every inward thrust hit a sensitive spot deep in her womb that made her thigh quiver each time. Elan leaned further into her, bringing her leg that rested on his shoulder, flush against her chest. He reached out and grabbed the tree that was holding her up as leverage and his powerful lunges increased. The slap of his flesh against hers and Red’s cries were the only sounds in the forest. As if the woodland creatures had silenced their chatter to the sensual symphony happening amongst them.

Elan’s mouth moved from her small, pouty lips to her chin and neck. His copper hand cupped her creamy alabaster breast, lifting the tiny pink peak to meet his lips. He swirled his tongue around the hardened tip and flicked it as he thrust forward and Red shattered. The leg that still held her up shook uncontrollably. Her inner walls rippled and squeezed his pumping shaft.

As the beautiful native man continued to pummel her flesh, drawing out another climax from her, Red heard him begin to chant something in his language. Her heavy-lidded eyes watched as his silky hair fell across his handsome face. He continued speaking in a tongue she didn’t understand and she saw his chocolate brown eyes flash to gold and then back again as rapture overtook him. Elan shouted out his release and he held completely still. Red felt his cock throb inside of her as he spilled his seed deep within her.

They both crumpled to the ground. Red’s skirts and petticoats cushioned their fall. They both fell into a sated sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

~~~

An hour later, Red’s eyes slowly opened. She looked up at the green canopy of the treetops above, just a hint of blue skies peeking through. She slowly looked to her right where Elan had been, but he was gone.

Red stood and began to dress, a sadness filling her heart. She had no idea how or when she’d see Elan again. Once she was dressed, she started back towards the path to her grandmother’s house. With no distractions and her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Elan and his passionate lovemaking, it didn’t take her long to reach the small cottage.