Aurora Rose
by
CDeVillon
The evil fairy surveyed her dirty work with a wicked grin. The entire castle, asleep. Well, she really just wanted Aurora Rose dead, but this left room for so many more possibilities. The little princess would sleep for one hundred years.
But it would not be a peaceful slumber.
All it took was a simple spell to start it off. Dream spell. Already the wicked fairy could see the results of her handiwork. The erotic dreams caused Aurora's nipples to harden, poking up at the heavy velvet that covered her body.
Hm - this wouldn't do - too much clothing. Another spell caused the clothing to vanish, leaving Aurora Rose naked from the top of her blond head to the tips of her toes. With another spell, all of Aurora's pubic, underarm, and leg hair vanished - permanently. Leaving nothing but smooth, sensitive skin.
The evil fairy next casted a spell that causes Aurora to be restrained spread-eagle. Leaving her sides and pussy exposed. Her toes splayed out. The fairy laughed as she saw that the dreams had caused poor Aurora's clit to expand, moisture already gathering in her slit.
Now for the final spell. Laughing evilly, the wicked fairy casted the spell of the immortal gargoyles. Suddenly Aurora's sleeping form was surrounded by several odd-looking stone creatures. Two at her feet. One at each arm pit, one at each ear, one on each side, an upside-down U shaped one over her belly, and one between her thighs.
These were special gargoyles. Where there should've been a penis, there was a twirling feather. Their tongues were long, thin, and also feathery-like. Even their fingernails were like long feathers. The U-shaped one had an extra large mouth right above Aurora's belly button.
To add to this, the evil fairy put two living nipple clamps on Aurora Rose's rock-hard nipples. These also had long feather-like appendages with which they could stroke the entire breast and the entrapped nipple.
For one hundred years, Aurora Rose would be tickle-tortured as she slept. Her erotic dreams coupled with the tickling would drive her into a sexual frenzy.
Yet she would never be allowed to climax. Only suffer endless sexual stroking, unable to find release. By the time the one hundred years were up Aurora Rose would be mad with sexual frustration and do anything - and anybody - to relieve it. With any luck the first one she'd do would be an ugly old peasant.
Aurora would right away conceive and have to marry him. Better punishment for princess then death.
The gargoyles began their work. The ones at her feet dragged their stiff feather-nails between her toes, making them twitch. With their feather-tongues they stroked her soft pink soles. Their feather-penises twirled against the soft little heels. Those cute little feet jerked and twitched, but could not escape their torment.
Next the ones at her ears began the use their tongues on them. Stroking them lightly. The feather-nails dragged against her neck. Over and over again. Aurora's head moved - but she could not escape. A soft giggle escaped her sleeping mouth.
The ones at her pits used all their feather-like appendages. Stroking that smooth flesh over and over. Aurora twisted in her sleep, trying to get away, but she couldn't. They just kept tickling her smooth armpits. Over and over again...
Next was the belly and sides. The U-shaped one would switch between blowing on that smooth pale belly skin and licking at the little pit of the belly button over and over. Aurora tried to suck her belly in to get away from it. But no such luck. And the ones at the sides were stroking to beat the band.
Now the nipple clamps began. Stroking all around Aurora's breasts and the tips of her trapped nipples. The sleeping princess was a fit of giggles now.....
Finally, it was the last one's turn to start. His feather-penis began to stroke the outside of Aurora's untested passage. His feather-tongue flicking at the sweet, moist clit. His feather-nails stroking those smooth thighs. Now moans joined the giggles. Aurora's hips moved, rotating to try to find the most pleasurable position...
Meanwhile - in Aurora's dreams...
She had been bathing. Washing her soft princess body in a stream. Little fishies nibbled at her wiggling, pudgy toes and she began to giggle. The water lapped so nicely against her. But a princess mustn't stay in the water too long. Getting out of the stream, Aurora went to her tent to rest.
Much to her surprise, Aurora Rose found a man lying in her tent, completely nude as she was. "Come to me, my pretty princess." And even though propriety demanded that Aurora run away, she found herself going straight into the man's arms. He smiled to her and began to kiss her in the most wonderful fashion. But strange - somehow his kisses tickled. Even when he stopped kissing her body in a certain area it continued to tickle.
Still, Aurora found her body reacting in ways she had never experienced. Her nipples became hard, especially when he would play with or suckle on one. His touch as light as feathers. His tongue plunged into her belly button and Aurora giggled. Now his head was between her thighs and she shivered as he licked at her slit. Once, twice - then his tongue plunged in over and over again... Licking and teasing her hard knob of pleasure. Plundering her.
Yet - it tickled. Just like every part of her body still felt like it was being tickled. Unable to help it anymore, Aurora Rose began to laugh. The more she laughed the more it tickled - the more it tickled the more aroused she became. And yet - yet she couldn't seem to reach the point where the pleasure exploded. No release. Just torment. Utter sexual torment as she laughed and wiggled and moaned. As the moisture became more and more and her clit and nipples thumped in desire. Her little toes wiggling.
"Sthahahahahahahahop! It hahaha tickl-ha-es! NooooOOOOOhahahahahahaha! I haha can't taHahahahake it!" Aurora cried out. Laughing, begging, pleading. Tears came out of her eyes, her body gleamed with sweat.
And yet it continued...
It seemed to continue for one hundred years.
The prince had just chopped his way thru the wild roses that entangled the hidden castle when he heard it. Laughter - sweet, musical laughter. Laughter like he had never heard before. He was drawn to it. Like a thirsty man to a stream. He had to find the source of that laughter. Just hearing it roused his blood. is cock swelled and harden. Pounding almost painfully as he mounted the steps. By the time he got to the source of the laughter, the prince could barely walk.
There - the most beautiful woman he had ever saw was being - attacked by beasts. Large stone beasts with feathers all over them. She was asleep, yet laughing. Even from the door he could see her sweet womanhood hot, wet, and pounding with unfulfilled desire. Licking his lips, the prince made his way to the wildly erotic sight, shedding his clothing along the way. He grabbed up the creatures and threw them to the side, watching them smash to pieces against the wall. Leaning down, the prince pressed his lips to Aurora Rose's lips. Kissing his way down until he was at her hot, gleaming pussy. Burying his face into her slit, he licked away one hundred years of juices. Lapping greedily at her clit until he heard her cry out with release.
Now it was his turn. Moving back up her body, the prince plunged his rod into her unused vagina. Meeting the resistence of virginity and pushing it aside.
Aurora's unbelievable blue eyes looked up into his as she wound her body around his. But somehow - this wasn't enough for the prince. No - something was missing....
The prince's fingers dug into Aurora's armpits and she began to squeal with laughter. She squirmed and tried to escape the prince, but he kept her pinned beneath him as he tickle-tortured her. Until finally they both came in one large, explosive moment.
When Aurora Rose awakened, the evil fairy died. Where she ended up, no one really knows. As for Aurora and the prince, they married and lived ticklishly ever after. Every night the servants of their castle would hear peal after peal of beautiful laughter from their room. And the maid often found herself wondering why the king and queen had chains and cuffs on the bed and the walls - and why she kept finding discarded, wet feathers on the floor.
by CDeVillon
posted 18aug1998