The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 74

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Four: Jorin

74: Jorin

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I woke from a dream that Sergetten was riding me to find him balls deep in me, withdrawing slowly and then pushing back in slowly. I groaned as the arousal my body had been feeling all along suddenly caught up with my mind, and I shuddered under him.

“No spilling,” he warned.

“No, sir. I am… in no rush for this to end, sir.” Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 74

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 73

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Three: Kenet

73: Kenet

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I came to in a bed even more luxurious than the one I had known in my room in the castle, and for a moment I feared the deed was done. I sat up to find I was alone in the bed, with Roichal and Jort each asleep on a low pallet at the foot, one on the right and one on the left, like a pair of hunting dogs.

“Master,” I whispered.

One of Roichal’s eyes opened, and he sat up with a grunt.

“Must you stay down there?” Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 73

Capricious: Epilogue

Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is the Epilogue.

Epilogue

 

If it hadn’t been for the horns, she wouldn’t have recognized him as a satyr at all. The only thing Greek she could tell about the young man was his Roman nose. The rest of him was generic European–blond hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. His hooves were not visible, clad as he was in loose cargos and hiking boots. Her hair was dark; like his nose, it was the last vestige of her myth’s native people, the dying notes of the Navajo in her blood. He sat a little ways apart from the other myth-folk, arms around his knees, practically screaming “introvert.” Trish stopped a few feet away from him, waiting to be noticed. Her bare toes dug into the sand, and she kicked a little at him.

“Hey,” she said. Continue reading Capricious: Epilogue

Fairy Tale Bundle Teasers #5: The Stepmother’s Girl

The final volume of the fairy tale bundle is Like a Queen, lesbian stories based on traditional fairy tales. Today’s excerpt is from “The Stepmother’s Girl” by Quatre Grey:

For weeks I have cooked, cleaned, repaired, tended, mended, answered to the every whim of my stepsisters and of you. I had long since recovered from the aches and soreness of the hard labor but my patience with my step-sisters haughty attitudes and your cold harsh tone is growing thin. I have not received the pleasures of your satisfaction and gratitude at my apt obedience that I had anticipated. I have been given no reward, and am losing the simple joy I once had in servitude.

Tonight my step-sisters are at a party and my father sleeps soundly in the upstairs library. You call me to your personal chamber–you never share a bed with my father–for instructions on another menial task about the estate. Your chamber decorated like your gowns; draped in blacks and reds, midnight shades of purple and blue, like the lair of an ancient vampire. My clothes worn and dirty but as neat as I can make them, I step into your room and shut the door behind me, coming to stand at an easy attention while my eyes adjust to the dim illumination of the oil lamps. I hear you in an adjoining room, one I have never been allowed into and have heard referred to as your painting room. From the door left ajar, your voice beckons me in. I hesitate a moment before stepping to the door and entering.

The light is even dimmer here and yellow flame flickers off polished black leather, metal, wood. Shadows sneak and obscure the structures in the room. You stand by a wall which props up several large paintings and cradles an easel in its corner. These painting supplies and oil-covered canvases are the only objects I can clearly discern here. You glance up from your musings and paralyze me with another of your gazes I am unable to resist. Stepping towards me, slow with the soft rustle of fabric, you continue to hold me in place with nothing but those eyes.

Continue reading Fairy Tale Bundle Teasers #5: The Stepmother’s Girl

Fairy Tale Bundle Teaser #4: The Goose Boy

Volume four of our fairy tale bundle is Like a Prince, a collection of gay male erotic fairy tales. Our excerpt is from “The Goose Boy” by Monique Poirier:

…There was a man standing in the corner, watching him. Watching him very intently.

He was dressed in the clothes of a merchant, and he wore a long cloak with a hood. Giles could see his eyes flashing from within the shadows of it, warmly brown and uncomfortably direct. When they met his own, the hooded man grinned with a flash of white teeth. Giles looked into his cup studiously.

He approached. Giles held his ground; the warning had been brief and maddeningly cryptic, but he wasn’t the sort of man who ran away. The hooded man sat down on the bench beside him, very close. Close enough that Giles could feel the heat of him.

I’m told that you can’t speak,” the man said. His voice was smooth and clear; a young man’s voice – one that demanded attention. Giles shook his head slightly without looking up.

Can’t, or won’t?”

At that Giles did look up, scowling slightly, sighing through his nose. The man who stared back at him was… arresting. The face of an angel gazed at him from the shadows of that hood, framed in dark curls. He’d never seen an angel, painted or otherwise, with so much hunger in its eyes.Giles shuddered, because the intense scrutiny he suddenly faced stirred something low in his belly that was probably best left undisturbed…

Continue reading Fairy Tale Bundle Teaser #4: The Goose Boy

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 72

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Two: Jorin

72: Jorin

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I must have lost consciousness, for I do not remember Sergetten dismounting me, and when I woke, I was in a low tent in pitch darkness, wrapped in something warm. I could hear the wind rustling the trees overhead and making the fabric of the tent whisper. I shifted my weight to roll onto my back and realized I was between two warm bodies. As I came to rest, a familiar hand settled on my chest, Sergetten’s.

But another hand slid up my thigh then, and a wet mouth found mine for a quick kiss. Kan. “Welcome back,” he murmured. His hand slid further up my leg, toward my milksacks, but he drew his hand back suddenly, as if burned. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 72

Fairy Tale Bundle Teaser #3: That Wicked Witch

Like a Thorn is an anthology of BDSM fairy tales. Today’s excerpt is a little teaser from Sunny Moraine’s “That Wicked Witch:”

So,” said the woman, and she tossed her long black hair back over one shoulder. Her arms were crossed over her chest, the swells of her breasts hidden under a black suit jacket, and Greta couldn’t stop looking at her. Since she’d walked in Greta and Han attempting to walk out with the last piece of her stereo system, things had been a little awkward.

They were on their knees, hands behind their heads. That was part of why things were awkward.

So,” the woman said again. She raised a hand to her face and tapped an immaculately tapered fingernail against her chin, looking coolly thoughtful. “I should probably call the police, now. Shouldn’t I?”

Continue reading Fairy Tale Bundle Teaser #3: That Wicked Witch

Capricious: Chapter 65

Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Sixty-Five.

Chapter 65

 

It threatened to storm the morning of the wedding. Sally took care of that. It took another couple of fae spells to turn it warm before three, when Sally met Luke by the sunflower patch.

She let her father give her away. Her dress was simple, new white satin to her bare feet. She wore her grandmother’s gray shawl, the one piece of weaving the impoverished Navajo woman had kept for herself, hand spun from a favorite ewe’s last fleece. It represented the grand sum of all Sally knew about her grandmother. She borrowed Allison’s mother-of-pearl butterfly hair clips, and a small stone of turquoise in a silver pendant. Luke wore a white shirt, black slacks, and suspenders under a dark red vest. His hair behaved. They each thought the other resplendent. Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 65

Fairy Tale Bundle Teaser #2

The second volume of the Fairy Tale Bundle is Lambda Literary Award-nominated Charming, edited by Jen Levine, an anthology of gay fairy tale erotica in contemporary settings.

This excerpt is from “A Day in the Life of a Magic Prince” by NCN:

…The old man led me through a maze of marble-topped counters, polished hardwood floors, and massive oil paintings. They might have tipped me more than a musket ball, I remember thinking crossly, until I began to look at the paintings—and was mesmerized by the bizarre and vivid creatures they depicted. In one, a giant multi-headed wolf rose gleaming from a stream while a long, snake-like leopard watched with silver eyes from a tree above. In another I caught a glimpse of scales, but I had to hurry to catch up to the old man, who’d rounded another corner.

At last I peered down a narrow hallway, lined with antiquated books but curiously absent of exits. This especially bothered me as I actually did have to pee. I stood there for a minute, pondering the weirdness of my situation. I realized I had subconsciously interpreted Uncle Mink’s command as an invite to some sort of transcendental sex party. But now I wasn’t so sure.

Continue reading Fairy Tale Bundle Teaser #2

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Our collection features Elizabeth Schechter’s novel Princes of Air; Lambda Literary Award finalist Charming, which collects gay fairy tales in a contemporary setting; plus short story collections focusing on gay, lesbian, and BDSM sexuality.

The following excerpt is from Princes Of Air, Part Two: Courtship of the Raven King:

It was a bright summer afternoon, and I was in my raven-form, sitting on my accustomed perch. We each of us had one; mine was a ledge high over Dun-Morrigan, from which I could see the entire baile, and the village below. From this vantage point, I could see Maelan and Niall practicing sword-play on the urla, to the delight of Cormac, who watched from a safe distance. The boy had a stick clutched in one hand and was mimicking his father’s movements. I heard his clear laughter as he saw his mother coming towards them, saw him run towards her and hug her enthusiastically. She knelt and said something to him, and he ran off towards the feast-hall. Maelan must have seen her, too, because he signaled for the bout to end. Niall fell back, picked up the feather cloak that was never far from his side, and walked off to claim a kiss from his wife. Their passion was clear even at this distance, and I felt as if I was intruding on something private. It was uncomfortable enough that I took wing and flew off to spend a few quiet hours alone with my thoughts. As usual, the thinking I did turned to marriage, and I wondered if there was a mate for me anywhere in the world. I wondered how I’d know, and resolved to ask Niall how he’d known Sorcha was the one.

By the time the sun was setting, I’d actually decided on one thing. My mate was out there, and since she wasn’t going to come to me, I’d have to go looking for her. I knew where my search would start.

Continue reading NEW BUNDLE: Fairy Tales!