FIFTY SHADES OF JEZEBEL

AND THE BEANSTALK

An Erotic Fairy Tale for Adults

by

Melinda DuChamp

It's not easy being a princess in a fairytale. Especially when everyone you meet is so incredibly horny.

When unhappy Jezebel is rescued from a terrible blind date by a cute waiter with magic beans, she thinks she must be dreaming. But once she's in a land filled with mythical beings, hot and eager suitors, and more orgasms than she's able to handle, Jezzy learns the true meaning of "happy ending."

Written by the author of the bestseller 50 Shades of Alice in Wonderland, Jezebel Up The Beanstalk features the same hysterical humor, heated sexual encounters, and romantic escapades readers have come to demand from Melinda DuChamp.

It's erotica for smart people who like to laugh, just like you.

A Dreadful Date

I'd rather stick a fork in my eye than continue with this terrible date.

Jezebel once again nodded politely at the young man sitting across from her. That was really all she'd been doing the entire hour.

His name was Chet, and a friend from her job at Burger Barn had set them up. He was supposedly a good catch because he was: 1) single, 2) not ugly, and 3) manager of a book store. But practically everyone Jezebel knew read ebooks. Bookstores were closing faster than birthday cake disappeared at a fat kid's birthday party. Jezzy couldn't see how Chet's career was solid at all.

"So I told the woman she shouldn't read that popular garbage," Chet rambled on, "and pointed her to some of my favorite Dostoyevsky translations. I so much prefer Magarshack's interpretation to Garnett's…"

Jezzy sighed, smiling politely and wishing she were at home reading an unending, impenetrable Russian novel instead of being stuck there. Chet barely stopped talking long enough to swallow his food. He was completely self-absorbed, and men like that were terrible in bed.

"And if she read Uncle Vanya, she could Chekov that from her list. Get it? Check off? Aren't puns funny?"

Puns weren't funny. Her needs would never be met by a young man who was deathly amused by his own lame attempts at humor, and she'd had more than her share of selfish lovers.

Jezzy wanted someone who would sweep her off her feet and be everything she'd dreamed a true love should be. Prince Charming. Mr. Right. Or better yet, Christian Grey from that kinky bestselling novel she'd read on her Kindle. A panty-drenching story, even though it was overpriced. There was plenty of good erotica under three bucks.

Unfortunately, Chet was no Christian Grey. Jezzy bet he couldn't get her off while armed with a boxful of battery operated devices and an annotated copy of the Kinsey Report.

As she watched him talk, she tried not to look at the rather large bit of broccoli stuck between his two front teeth, and had to turn away to avoid smelling his drugstore cologne, which reeked like bug spray. She gazed at the garden just beyond the patio, and tried to focus on the scent of the wild roses that grew there.

At least they were sitting outside, thank goodness. She tried to listen to the conversations of others on more interesting dates. Jezzy looked over at a young couple sitting very close to one another. The attractive man's hand was sitting high on the woman's bare thigh, her already short dress hiked way up. The woman closed her eyes, her lips slightly open, as his hand slipped between her legs.

Jezebel squeezed her thighs together and shivered, wishing she could change places with the lucky girl. A warm breeze lifted her freshly washed and straightened hair from her bare shoulders and kissed her skin. She'd worn her prettiest red peasant blouse with a long, summery, tiered skirt, for easy access. She so longed to be touched, to be kissed. That most definitely was not going to happen now. Jezzy had enough broccoli with her own dinner. She wasn't about to share Chet's. And though he knew his Tolstoy, Jezzy doubted he could find her clitoris, even with Google Maps and a magnifying glass.

She looked at the table on the other side of them, at another attractive couple kissing and groping passionately, completely oblivious to the waiter who delivered their food. The woman had opened the man's fly, and was stroking him beneath the table. The man had a hand inside the woman's bra and was caressing her breast while licking her ear.

It was so bold, doing that in public. Such a turn on.

Why doesn't anyone touch me that way? Why were all of my lovers so selfish?

She glanced back at the first couple. The woman's eyes were closed as the man pleasured her under the table. Her fists were clenched, and Jezzy noticed the engagement ring on her hand.

She checked the other public display of affection. Both wore wedding bands.

Was that the key to satisfaction? Commitment?

Of course, before commitment, there had to be love.

But love seemed even more elusive than an orgasm from a hand other than her own.

Maybe I should start small. With mutual affection.

Jezzy decided that she would not have sex with a single other person unless she was absolutely certain that they liked her, and that she liked them. No more sex until there was at least a spark of something. No more bad dates which ended in her being treated like a receptacle, rather than a human being with feelings and needs.

And above all, no more talk about fucking Russian literature.

A waiter appeared at their table, looking first at Chet, then at Jezebel, giving her a pitying look. This wasn't the same waiter that had served them earlier. But she had seen him before, at this restaurant, many times, and he was painfully cute. Brooding blue eyes and curly hair. Broad shoulders and narrow waist. Big feet.

And you know what they say about big feet.

"Is everything okay?" he asked. His name tag read Jack.

She gave him a look that said, how can things be okay when I'm stuck with this insufferable idiot?

"Have you ever been tied up and licked until you couldn't stop screaming?" Jack asked.

Jezzy blinked, unsure if she just heard what she thought she heard. Chet continued to drone on, oblivious to the question.

"Pardon me?" she asked the waiter. She studied him closer, realized he was even more attractive up close.

He was also quite aroused, his erection straining the front of his pants.

Am I imagining this? Have I started to fantasize because this date is boring me out of my mind? Or is some perverted server with a hard-on really talking dirty to me?

"I suggest the beans, Miss," he said.

Chet still hadn't noticed the waiter, or if he did, he didn't care.

"Beans?" she asked in a wistful way, almost entirely sure this was a daydream.

"I really think you'll like these beans. They're magical."

"No, thank you," Jezebel said. "I'm really not hungry."

"Of course, he didn't want to be a novelist when he was younger," Chet continued. "He just needed a little Pushkin. Get it? Alexander Pushkin? Aren't puns funny?"

The waiter gave her a serious look, penetrating her eyes with his blue gaze. "Forgive me, Miss, but I really believe you should try them. You will not be disappointed. In fact, I'll bet you will be completely satisfied."

Jezebel was struck by the intensity of his gaze, by his insistence, and by the bulge only inches away.

Maybe it's not a daydream. Maybe it's a real dream. I'm home, asleep in bed, and the blind dates I dream about are as boring as my blind dates in real life.

But this dream had taken an interesting turn.

Jezzy decided to go with it, see where it led.

"Okay, I'll try the beans."

Chet continued to talk. "Blah blah blah Nabokov, blah blah Solzhenitsyn, blah-dee-blah blah, but then that pun is rather Brodsky. Aren't puns funny?"

Jezebel sighed. "So where are the beans?"

"I have them right here." Jack stared down at his groin. "Reach in and take them."

Jezzy stared at the lump in his pants and chewed her lower lip. She'd just met this waiter, and moments ago she'd promised herself never to get involved with anyone if there wasn't mutual affection.

"By the way," the waiter said. "You're very beautiful, and I like you very much."

"Good enough for me," Jezzy said, and with one deft movement she unzipped his fly. His penis sprang free, and it was lovely; thick and long with…

Three beans balanced on the head.

"You have beans on your dick," Jezzy said.

"Magic beans. That's what I've been trying to tell you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. I'm supposed to suck them off your erection?"

"No. You just take them and throw them onto the ground in the garden over there."

"Oh." Jezzy said. She was somewhat disappointed.

"Don't you know the fairy tale?" the waiter asked, his penis bobbing.

"You mean with the Beanstalk?"

"That's the one."

Jezzy frowned. "I preferred Alice in Wonderland. Did you know there's an erotic version of it called Fifty Shades of Alice? I really liked it."

"Perhaps you'll enjoy this one as well."

"I'm not sure I want to climb a beanstalk and have sex with a giant. Anything bigger than eight inches tends to hurt." She stared at Jack's penis again. "Yours, however, looks like a perfect fit."

Jack placed a soft hand on her shoulder and smiled. He really was adorable.

"A whole world of adventure awaits you. But if you'd prefer to stay here with Chet, I believe he's about to launch into a lengthy dissertation on the alleged plagiarism of Mikhail Sholokhov's And Quiet Flows the Don."

"I'll take the beans," Jezzy said, snatching them immediately.

The moment they touched her skin, the beans began to glow and vibrate, causing a tingling in her palm. The tingle worked its way all the way up her arm, and down her chest and belly, into her loins.

"Ooooh," Jezebel breathed. "They feel nice."

Becoming light-headed, she reached out for something to steady herself, grasping the waiter's sizeable erection. Touching it, she went from tingly to full-blown horny as hell.

But Jack gently held her wrist and removed her hand from his throbbing manhood.

"Hey!" Jezzy complained. "I can't even get laid in my own dream?"

"You said it yourself, Jezebel. There must be mutual affection before you sleep with anyone again."

"How do you know my name?"

"I have watched you come into this restaurant many times on many bad dates. Listened to many lame guys' feeble attempts to woo you. Watched as your patience turned to disappointment. I apologize for eavesdropping, for my clandestine voyeurism, but I can't help it. I've grown very fond of you."

"That counts as affection." Jezzy reached for his boner.

Jack danced out of reach. "But you have no affection for me."

"I'm sure I could. I'm sure I could like you very much."

"Perhaps. But first you must learn to like yourself."

"That's not true. I like myself."

"Then why are you still sitting here with Chet?"

Jezebel glanced at Chet, who continued his non-stop talking, something about Fyodor Dmitrievich Kryukov and Venyamin Alekseevich Krasnushkin.

She frowned. "So this is going to be one of those fairytales where I travel to some strange land and go on an epic adventure only to realize that what I really wanted was within me all along?"

"Yes. And also, you're going to have a lot of orgasms."

"Done. So where do I plant the beans?"

"The garden is right behind you. Simply toss them onto the soil."

Jezebel got up and left the table—Chet not even noticing—and threw the beans onto a patch of dirt between some calla lilies. Within seconds a whooooshing sound engulfed her and three thick stalks sprang from the earth, swirling around each other and shooting far, far up into the sky.

"It looks like bad CGI," Jezzy said.

"What did you expect for a $2.99 ebook? Now climb the stalk, get to the top. Just one warning. Do not stray off the path. You may be tempted to go into the woods, but do not, for the wicked witch Lucinda lives there. Follow the path."

"Why do these fairy tales always have stupid rules? We all know I'm going to stray off the path."

"Do you want to get to the dirty parts or not, babe?"

With that, Jezebel turned and began to climb the beanstalk.

"Beautiful," Jack called up to her.

Jezzy stared down to see that the waiter was standing directly beneath her, looking up her skirt. She'd forgotten that she'd gone without panties—a lame hope that if her blind date turned out well it would have facilitated getting to third base. Jezebel grinned lewdly and opened her legs a bit, giving him a better view.

"Actually, maybe you should come back down here," Jack said. "I'm rethinking my advice."

"Too late," she called down. "I'm committed to an adventure. You had your chance and now… ooooh, my goodness."

A velvety leaf from the stalk slipped between her thighs and caressed her most private place. Jezebel paused, allowing the leaf to fondle and caress. It stroked her slowly, sensually, like a lover's tongue.

She closed her eyes, picturing Jack's cock, so thick and hard, her hand wrapped around it.

Maybe I should climb back down.

Jezzy tried to descend, but the leaf increased its tempo, lapping and sending a wave of dizzy pleasure through her. She was forced to cling to the stalk so she didn't fall.

Then there was a rushing, vertigo sensation, and Jezebel realized the beanstalk was lifting her skyward like an elevator. The combination of hurtling upward and being stroked by a soft leaf was a strange, wonderful thrill, and Jezzy's hips began to grind involuntarily.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm with a lover. And while masturbation always brought her release, it often took a bit of time. But at that moment Jezzy was extremely aroused, very close to coming, and she was chewing on her lower lip about to scream when the beanstalk, and the stroking, abruptly stopped.

It was, unfortunately, a feeling she was very used to. By the time she was just getting into it, her partner was usually finished. She half-expected the beanstalk to turn on the TV and then start snoring.

Jezebel caught her breath, buried her disappointment, and looked around. She found herself standing in a very strange place indeed. A long strip of land that hung in the air like a floating island, green and lush with a cobblestone road which led to a huge storybook castle in the distance, surrounded by fluffy clouds and blue sky. On either side of the path there were lovely, gigantic flowers, which reached out for Jezebel as she walked toward the castle. An enormous violet reached over the path toward her, large leaves reaching, stretching and shivering to touch her. Other giant flowers joined in, bending toward her, and a low hum of whispers began lilting in the breeze.

"Cooooome Jezebel. Come to ussss. We will make you feeeeel soooooo gooood."

Jezebel loved getting flowers, even though it didn't happen often. They made her feel special and romantic. The last time she'd gotten roses, she had sniffed one and ran the bud along her lips, her neck, down her breasts, loving the sensation and wanting to go further but feeling silly.

Right then she didn't feel silly at all. She wanted to stretch out and let the flowers have their way with her. Jezzy was just about to lift up her dress and nestle in a particularly sexy-looking bed of orchids when a harsh male voice said,

"What do you think you are doing, young lady?"

Jezebel Makes a Friend

Startled, Jezzy spun around, taking a quick, sharp, breath. Before her stood a lithe, slender man who shimmered in the sunlight. Blond waves curled just above a set of the clearest green eyes Jezzy had ever seen. Pointed ears poked through his curls, and a devilish smile curved his lips. A wooden bow and a sack of arrows were slung on his shoulder.

Wow, was he hot.

"I repeat, what are you doing?"

"I was… um…" Jezzy felt too ashamed to go further.

"You were going to lie in my flower bed and let them ravage you," the man answered for her.

She nodded, blushing and staring at the ground.

"They are quite good at it," he said. "I've taught them many ways to pleasure a woman. Can you imagine being caressed and stroked everywhere at once by thousands of succulent, velvety petals, forcing you to climax over and over?"

"I can now," Jezzy said, feeling herself get wetter.

"Perhaps I should allow it. You are quite pretty, and the moans of a beautiful woman are the sweetest music."

He walked up to her, his lips suddenly at her ear and his strong hands cupping her buttocks, pressing her against him.

"The problem is, dear Jezebel, those flowers are insatiable. They do not know when to stop. They'll keep you there, forcing you to come and come and come, until you die of ecstasy."

"Doesn't seem like a bad way to go," Jezebel managed to croak. She ground against the handsome stranger, and found he was as aroused as she.

"I would enjoy watching it. Watching you wiggle and scream. I would stroke myself as I watched."

He cupped her ass, and ran his tongue over her ear. Jezzy squealed, once again on the verge of orgasm.

Then he abruptly released her.

"But, alas, you were summoned here for someone other than me. And we must be off." As Jezzy watched, a set of huge, black feathers unfolded behind him.

"Oh, my," Jezebel said. "What are you?"

"I'm a puck."

"Puck? As in hockey?"

"As in nature sprite. We used to be known as fairies, but that term took on a different connotation and we haven't reclaimed it despite some solid efforts to try. My name is Robin Goodfellow."

"I'm Jezebel."

"I know. Jack called ahead, said you were coming."

"Jack the cute waiter?"

"Jack is really a mischievous forest imp who disguises himself as a waiter."

"To blend in? Is it to lure women to this magical land?"

"No. It's for the tips. On a good night he can pull in three hundred dollars. But whenever he meets a sexy woman, he gives her magic beans to bring her here."

"But why?"

"For Pan."

"Pan? As in cooking?"

"As in the prince of this realm. He's kind of a letch. He loves horny, unfulfilled ladies such as yourself. And he throws the best parties. He is the Hugh Hefner of our land."

"What land is this?" Jezzy asked, looking around. "It's beautiful."

"Have you heard of Oz?"

"Of course."

"How about Never-Never Land? Narnia? Wonderland?"

"Yes. Which one is this?"

"None of them. We don't want to get involved in any copyright infringement lawsuits. So we call this magical kingdom Phlegm."

"Phlegm? As in mucus?"

Robin frowned. "I know. It's a terrible name. But we don't have to worry about anyone suing us."

"I don't expect many merchandizing opportunities for you, either."

"Sadly, no. But we do have our own language here."

"You do?"

"Have you ever heard of Phlegmish?"

More proof that puns weren't funny.

"I assume you want to go to the party at the castle tonight?" Robin asked.

Jezzy clasped her hands together in excitement. She very much wanted to go to a party, especially since this was supposed to be erotica, and she hadn't gotten laid yet.

"A party sounds wonderful."

"It shall be wonderful. But Prince Pan requires all attendees to be horny when they arrive."

"I'm very horny right now."

"Are you sure?"

Jezebel nodded.

"I'll have to check."

Robin pressed his palm against her breast, rubbing it over her erect nipple, making her squirm. He caught it between his fingers and rolled them slightly, and then his other hand was suddenly between Jezzy's legs, pushing into her.

She whimpered and he slowly worked two fingers in an out of her. "You are, indeed, very wet. But Pan requires his guests to be even more excited."

"I can't get much more excited. I'm going to come all over your hand. Please… please don't…"

Robin abruptly stopped, taking both hands away.

Jezebel cried out in protest. She was really starting to hate the Magical Kingdom of Phlegm.

"I think, to put you in the proper mood, a love apple is required."

"Or you could just fuck me," she said, slutty as she could manage.

"Perhaps. But first, the apple."

Robin's wings flapped, lifting him off the ground.

Jezzy watched in astonishment as he flew to a tree laden with the largest, most lush apples she had ever seen. They were a rich, deep purple, and seemed to throb and pulse on their branches. Robin reached up and plucked the darkest, juiciest-looking fruit from the tree.

"I can be a good friend to you, Jezebel. All I ask is that you give me something in return, as a token of your friendship. I am rather self-absorbed and like my friends to make me feel important to them. Do you think you can manage that?"

Jezzy's mouth watered. "Oh, yes. Friendship should be reciprocal. It's only fair."

Robin flew to her and held out the shiny, crimson apple. "Then please, eat this for me."

When the apple touched Jezebel's fingers, it began to shimmer and vibrate. Jezzy stared at the succulent fruit, enamored by its beauty, luxuriating in the way it made her whole body flush.

"Go ahead, Jezebel."

Jezzy brought the apple to her mouth and took a dainty bite. The apple was so delicious that her tongue began to tingle. "Mmmm."

"Isn't that the best apple you've ever bitten into?"

"Ooooh yes." Jezzy chewed, enraptured by the preternaturally wonderful taste of the apple. The juices slid over her tongue and down her throat, tingling all the way.

"Take another bite, Jezebel." Robin grinned at her. His fly was open, and he was sliding a long, tapered hand over his large, erect manhood.

Jezebel felt the tingling move down her throat, over her breasts and deep within her nipples.

"Ooooh," Jezzy breathed. "I think I like love apples."

Robin's hand stroked his engorged member quickly, as his eyes devoured Jezebel. With his other hand, he flicked his fingers, and Jezzy felt her skirt being tugged down. She hadn't even felt the zipper opening.

"Lift your arms, Jezebel," Robin said, breathless.

Jezebel did as she was told, gripping the apple tightly, she lifted her arms high, and her peasant blouse slid over them and dropped onto a nearby orange tree.

"Can I pick a bunch of these to take home?" she asked, the wetness dripping down her thighs. "They'd make an amazing pie."

"May I kiss you?" His voice was so soft and gentle, that its vibrations went right through her.

"Yes," she said, panting lightly. The tingles had made their way to her sweet spot, and she teetered on the edge of orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that she reached out for Robin, whimpering.

Her lips parted and met his, the tip of his tongue teasing her, making her groan. His hands roamed her neck, her shoulders, her belly, her chest. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, holding her head firmly, and whispered, "May I kiss you between your legs?"

"Yes."

Dropping to his knees, Robin licked her belly button, then lower, as his wings folded around her and the feathers stroked the small of her back.

When his tongue touched her clitoris, it was as if an electrical shock went through her body, and an involuntary scream wrenched itself from Jezebel's throat.

"Such sweet music," he murmured, burying his face in her.

He began to lick, and Jezebel grabbed his head, pressing against him, so close, so close…

And then he was standing, his arms tight around her, his magnificent ebony wings extended and flapping, and they were up, up, up, sailing above the trees.

Jezzy moved her hips forward, trying to rub her womanhood against Robin's considerable, steely length.

"Wrap your legs around me, Jezebel," he whispered, his tongue flicking her earlobe.

Jezzy brought her legs up and locked them around Robin's waist, trying to lift high enough to slide over his manhood.

"Do you want me inside of you, Jezebel?"

"Yes… please," she begged. The world spun beneath them, her body rising and falling and spinning.

"Not yet," Robin said, his tone playful. He held her slightly away, so that her most sensitive spot couldn't reach him.

Jezzy pushed her hips forward, yearning for contact. "Oh, please, Robin. Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please slide inside of me."

"I thought you promised yourself you would only make love if you felt mutual affection."

"I—" Jezzy's mind was foggy and befuddled. She was dizzy and horny and if she didn't have an orgasm soon she was afraid her mind would snap.

"You what?"

"I like you, Robin. I really really like you. Please."

Robin threw his head back and laughed. "Ok, Jezebel. If you say so." He brought Jezzy closer to him, close enough so that her hot, swollen nub just barely touched his length, which was standing straight up.

"Ooooooh," Jezzy sighed, as intense little shivers of pleasure shot through her womanhood. Her tunnel began to clench in the beginnings of a sublime orgasm.

But then Robin moved her away again.

"No!" Jezzy shouted. "Please, Robin! Please let me come."

"But the affection must be mutual, Jezebel. Perhaps I don't like you at all. Perhaps I'm just using you."

"I'm okay with that. I swear. Please."

"I do like you, Jezebel."

"Thank god! Now fuck me!"

"But I think you may rush into things. Your need to be liked, to be loved, leads you to many unfulfilling experiences. You need to learn to savor and enjoy. Let me teach you."

Jezzy wanted to scream, frustration winding with arousal, and a tear slipped down her cheek. The pressure in her clitoris almost beyond bearing. But she said, "Okay. Teach me."

Robin leaned his head down and lowered his lips to Jezzy's breast, taking her nipple between his lips. He sucked lightly while flicking his tongue across the sensitive orb. She cried out, the walls of her honeyed cave clenching with need.

"Ooooooh," she murmured, rocking her pelvis forward, brushing her hot spot against him. Little electric bursts shot through her loins, moving through to her belly and breasts, making her head loll back and her mouth drop open. Jezzy was nearly insane with need.

Robin nibbled lightly, sending tiny shock waves of delight through her.

"Aaaaah," she moaned.

"Do you like that?" Robin asked her.

"Oh, yes," she whispered, biting her lip.

Robin brought her closer, moving his stiff, velvety rod against her moist pussy. His breath was hot on her nipple.

"Would you like me to slide inside you?" He moved more quickly, using feather strokes across her clitoris.

"Yes! Yes, please," she replied, the sensations his teeth on her nipple created making her crazy. Her clit ached for release, the pressure building to an impossible level. She felt her orgasm rushing up within her.

Robin pulled away.

"No! Please, Robin! Please fill me with your manhood!" Her hips were thrusting forward of their own accord.

"Pretty please?" Robin grinned, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth.

"P-pretty p-please," she managed, her teeth gritted.

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" He smiled.

"Oh, fuck you!"

"As you wish." And with that, he lifted her effortlessly and lowered her onto his member, sliding deep within her sugared cave.

Jezzy gasped and cried out, the pleasure so intense, it was almost painful. "Oh, God!"

"The name is Robin, Jezebel, and you'll not ever forget it," he said, smiling at her as he thrust deep inside of her, using his hands to plunge her downward.

Each plunge downward was heavenly and excruciating in intensity, her need was magnified tenfold, and she moved her hips forward, allowing Robin's velvety, slick rod to caress her g-spot. Jezzy moved forward, kissing Robin hotly. His lips were soft as he slipped his tongue over hers. She sucked his tongue, then rolled her tongue around his, exploring his mouth. Kissing him sent her over the edge, and for a moment her entire body went numb. Then tension uncoiled and she began to come.

"Ooooh Robin!" She screamed, ripples of delight thrilling through her, then blasting her body and senses into oblivion. Her entire body shuddered in a bliss Jezzy had never known. Her walls squeezed again and again, as pleasure peaked and crested, fading and flashing through her once more.

Robin shouted, stiffening and thrusting into her deeply, reaching the very core of her being. Jezzy felt his hot seed shooting into her. The heat of his juices leaving her tingling and warm. He thrust deeply into her again and again, his orgasm going on and on.

Jezzy felt like she was flying … which, actually, she was.

Her pleasure ebbed as Robin slowed. He rested his head on her shoulder and sighed against her skin.

"That was magnificent," Robin breathed against her shoulder.

"Yes, it certainly was," Jezzy replied. "Thank you, Robin. I've never had an orgasm that intense. It was mind bending."

"That is what happens when you take the time to savor your arousal," Robin said. "You just need to learn control, and for that you need practice."

"Practice?" Jezzy said. "Will you practice with me?"

Robin chuckled. "I'd be glad to, Jezebel. But you should also practice with other lovers, to get really good at it."

"Other lovers?" But whom?

Robin's wings gently lowered them both to the ground. They wrapped around her, soothing and caressing her down from her body bliss. He released her, stepping back and assessing her. "Nice. Very nice."

Jezzy looked down at herself. She now wore a dress of midnight black feathers. The areas around both breasts were free of feathers, as well as her special place. "Wow. This is gorgeous, Robin. But it doesn't quite cover my private areas. I'm not sure this is entirely appropriate for a ball."

"Oh, it's appropriate for this ball. The feathers move with you. They do not restrict you. You can move and do anything you like while wearing them, which, as you'll soon discover, is a must at Pan's balls." Robin broke out laughing. "Pan's balls! Ha! I'm so clever!"

"Right." Truthfully, Jezzy had forgotten all about the ball, and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. "Can I take a short nap, first? Would you like to nap with me?"

"Uh… I kind of have a date," Robin said.

"W-what?" Jezzy said, flabbergasted. "You made love to me just before your date? What kind of guy are you?"

"I'm a puck, Jezzy. We are notoriously fickle and promiscuous. Surely you didn't think we're in love."

"Well, no, but, I really do like you."

"And I like you. But I also happen to like anything with two tits and a pulse. I'm not boyfriend material. So I suggest you change your criteria, Jezebel. Instead of just seeking mutual affection, you should also seek mutual appreciation. A player like me will only appreciate you as long as the sex lasts. You deserve someone better."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. You're a wonderful, beautiful, smart woman, and you need someone who appreciates that, and not only while getting laid. Just one more thing." Robin reached out and gently moved a hand across her eyes. He then looked at her face and nodded his approval. "Perfect."

"What is?"

"You have a mask of black feathers across your eyes. It's a masquerade ball. You'll need a mask."

Jezzy reached up and gently touched the mask of feathers, which were silky and soft. It felt like she had no mask at all. "Wow. This is so neat."

"You look sexy as hell, and believe me, I would know." He winked. "Off you go, now, Jezebel." He patted her bottom. "Follow the path to the castle. Do not stray off the path. You have no time left for sexual excursions. You will miss the ball."

"Oh—okay." Jezebel was still a little confused by what had just happened.

"Have fun, Jezebel." And with that, Robin lifted his wings and flew up over the trees and away, vanishing into the night.

Jezebel Sleeps with the Fishes

The castle was much farther than it looked. Jezzy walked for the better part of an hour, and the sun had long since sunk into the earth, replaced by a round, fat, silvery moon. Stars had come out to look over Jezzy, blinking their greeting, and Jezzy smiled up at them, happy for the company. It was all so goddamn Disneyesque. If the moon began to sing, Jezzy wouldn't have been surprised.

She was filled with excitement and anticipation at the prospect of attending a ball at all, much less one thrown by an actual prince. She'd read about the Pan in a mythology book she'd gotten from the school library. The pictures depicted him as rather fearsome, with narrow yellow eyes and goat horns, and legs covered with hair. His feet were hooves, and he usually had his Syrinx with him—a musical instrument he used to arouse people and make them dance.

From the way he looked in those pictures, he was downright creepy.

Still, she wasn't planning on bedding him, though that might've been what Jack the forest imp and Robin the puck expected. Goat legs were just a little too freaky. But she did want to go to the ball. Perhaps she'd meet someone who liked and appreciated her there. Someone who didn't look like a goat. And she hadn't danced in ages. She loved dancing!

Jezzy looked down at her feet, now clad in leather shoes that looked like sandals, with black straps which wove in intricate webbing all the way up her legs, to her upper thighs, almost like fishnet stockings. They were the coolest pair of shoes she'd ever had, and the sexiest. They were also comfortable, as they were made to accommodate dancing. Robin had certainly dressed her for the occasion.

Finally Jezzy made it to the drawbridge leading to the castle. She looked into the water as she crossed over, watching fish jump playfully under the light of the moon. A woman's giggle startled her and made her pause, and Jezzy looked over the railing to look at the source of the sound. She peered into the dim light. "Is someone there?"

"Sssssh," she heard someone whisper. "She heard you."

Jezzy frowned. There was definitely someone down there, in the water. "Hello? Who is there?"

"Hello," came the reply. A female voice. "Who is there?"

Jezzy frowned. Was that her echo? Or someone pretending to be her echo? "I asked you first."

"Who's on first?"

"I know there's someone down there," Jezzy called out. "You can't fool me."

"That's not what we've heard," replied the voice. "It's all around the land that you gave it up to Robin the puck. Another notch in his belt. He's running out of room."

"He'll need a new belt," came another voice.

"Does he cut a new notch if he boffs someone he's boffed before?" the first voice queried.

"I don't know. How many times have we shagged him?"

"I've lost count."

"Excuse me!" Jezzy called.

The first voice answered. "We can hear you. No need to yell."

"Who is we?"

Gentle splashing sounds approached, and Jezzy leaned down a little further to see who was in the water. Two shapes slowly emerged, almost directly beneath her. They were beautiful young women, pale as the moon. One with long, midnight black hair and the other a glimmering, silvery blonde; their hair floating around their shoulders in the water. Large, mirthful eyes regarded Jezzy with amusement.

They appeared to be college age, and looked fit enough to be swimsuit models, minus the swim suits. Two sets of small, perky breasts bobbed on the surface of the water, nipples bare.

"Hello," the dark haired one said.

"What are you doing down there? Skinny dipping?" Jezzy asked.

"Skinny dipping?" The blonde girl queried. "What is that?"

Things sure were different in this place. "Swimming naked."

"Yes," the blonde replied. "We are swimming naked."

"Would you like to join us?" asked the dark-haired beauty.

Normally, Jezzy would have been shocked by the offer. But after banging a puck while soaring over a magical floating kingdom, she was finding herself a little more adventurous.

"I would actually love to, but I'm late for a costume party at the castle."

The girls smiled at each other, then looked back at Jezzy.

"We shall come with you," the dark haired girl said. "We always enjoy Pan's parties, and we can visit our sister, Syrinx. Pan keeps her there."

"Keeps her? In a dungeon?"

For some reason, Jezebel found the thought of a dungeon to be terrifically hot.

"No. He put a spell on her," the blonde answered. "Syrinx was a terrible tease, and she would dance for Pan and get him very aroused, and then leave before he climaxed."

"She was pretty mean to him," the brunette agreed. "And he warned her he would curse her if she kept it up, and she didn't listen. So he turned her into a musical flute made of reeds."

"That sounds horrible," Jezebel said.

"It depends on your definition of horrible," the blonde said. "He blows into her, using his tongue and lips to make her sing. His mouth is all over her. The musical sound she makes is her moaning and coming. And he plays her all the time."

"Mmmmmm," purred the brunette. "I don't think I could handle it. I'd go insane."

The blonde shrugged. "A taste of her own medicine. She was a cocktease, and wouldn't let Pan come. Now he makes her come constantly."

"Can the curse be broken?" Jezzy asked.

"Not until he finds someone he fancies more. Then he'll release Syrinx, and turn her back into a mermaid. So far it hasn't happened. Anyway, we should get ready for the party.

And with that, both girls dipped down into the water, and two fish tails surfaced and waved at Jezebel.

"Heavens!" Jezzy cried, when the girls breached the water at a ladder leading up the bridge. "Did you see those two fish? They were enormous! You need to be careful in that water! You might get eaten!"

The girls both giggled, their laughter like the tinkling of bells.

"Those were our tails! We're mermaids! I'm Peony," said the blonde. "This is my sister Nerah."

Jezzy's face scrunched up. "So your upper bodies are girl, and your lower bodies are fish?"

They nodded.

"But you said you shagged Prince Pan. So how exactly… um… I mean to say how can you… with no… uh… you can't spread your… you know…"

"How can we fuck him? Nerah asked.

Jezebel nodded, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, if we're in the water, we use our mouths," Peony said.

Nerah nodded. "Prince Pan loves that."

"So how do you… I mean… do you have… do you enjoy…" Jezzy's voice trailed off.

"How do we come?" Peony said.

Jezzy nodded, blushing. On cue, both mermaids began to tug and twist their nipples. Their moans began as deep, throaty rumblings, and quickly escalated into whimpers and screams. It only took a few moments for them both to quake with obvious orgasms.

"Mermaids have clits for nipples," Peony said, catching her breath.

"Also," Peony began to heave herself out of the water using the ladder, "the moon kindly offers us the magic to change our tails into legs in the night time."

As she'd explained, as she climbed the ladder, there was a brief flash of light and legs appeared.

"Legs, and a pussy," Nerah said, following her sister up the ladder. "Want to take a look at ours?"

Not wanting to be rude, Jezzy said sure. Besides, when would she ever get another chance to see a mermaid's womanhood?

Both Nerah and Peony laid down on their bridge and opened their legs, raising and holding their knees.

"Get down close," Peony said. "Don't be shy."

Jezzy knelt down, putting her face between Peony's legs. She'd never seen a woman this up close before, and it felt both embarrassing and thrilling. Peony had delicate, tiny, pink labia, delicate and perfect.

"Spread me open, Jezebel."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please."

Jezzy reached up slowly, as if about to stick her hand into an electrical socket. When she touched Peony, the mermaid began to wiggle and moan.

But that didn't make any sense. If a mermaid had clits in her nipples, why would it feel good when she was touched down there?

Jezzy slid her finger up and down the length of Peony's slick feminitinity, and then used her fingers to lightly part—

"Oh, my," Jezzy said.

Peony had a clitoris down there as well. In fact, she had three of them, stacked on top of each other like peas in a pod. Transfixed, Jezebel began to stroke them, up and down, marveling as they stiffened under her touch.

"Do all mermaids have three clits down there?" she asked and Peony squirmed and panted.

"No. Nerah has four, the lucky bitch."

"Come and look, Jezebel," Nerah said.

Jezebel switched over to Nerah, who was holding her dark brown labia open for Jezzy to see.

"It would feel so wonderful if you ran your tongue across them," Nerah said.

Jezebel had never done anything like that. She'd messed around with a girl years ago, in college, at a Def Leppard concert after drinking too many coolers, and that had been the extent of her lesbian experience. But she couldn't deny that stroking Peony and listening to her moan had turned Jezzy on. So she lowered her face and gave Nerah a soft, lazy lick.

She tasted like salt water taffy. Delicious.

Jezzy settled in, doing what she liked men to do to her. First fast and hard, then slow and soft. Then she pulled away, forced Nerah to lift her hips to meet her mouth.

As Nerah's cries grew louder, Jezzy felt herself become so turned on she was beginning to dry hump the air. Then, suddenly, she was penetrated.

She turned, startled and groaning, and saw Peony was kneeling behind her, working her fingers in and out of Jezzy.

"You poor thing," Peony said. "Only one clitoris." She stroked Jezzy's clit with one hand as the other continued to probe deeper and deeper. "I don't see how you can manage."

"I… can… manage…" Jezzy said, squeezing her eyes closed and feeling an orgasm welling up within her.

"Please don't stop," Nerah panted.

Jezebel had become so caught up in what Peony was doing to her, she'd stopped licking Nerah. So she lowered her head again, and also worked a finger inside of Nerah as Peony was doing with her.

It was almost too much to keep track of, giving pleasure to Nerah while receiving pleasure from Peony, but when Nerah began to come it was such a turn-on that Jezzy began to come as well. And so, apparently, did Peony, who had bent down over Jezzy and was rubbing her breasts against Jezebel's feather outfit.

Their three voices mingled into a long, drawn out, musical crescendo, and when Jezzy stopped shaking she collapsed atop Nerah, exhausted.

"Maybe one clitoris is enough," Peony said. "You gushed all over me."

Jezebel blushed. "I'm… I'm sorry. I…"

Peony smiled, then licked one of her glistening fingers. "Nothing to be sorry about. You're as succulent as a love apple. Maybe I'll get a chance to taste you at Pan's party."

"I'd like that," Jezebel said. "But I must confess, I don't normally have sex with…"

"With mermaids?" said Nerah.

"With women."

Nerah laughed. "Neither do we. But sleeping with women is sometimes easier."

"There isn't all the baggage that comes with men," Peony agreed. "They're so urgent. So demanding. And the poor dears can only come a few times a day."

"Plus, many men don't appreciate women," Nerah said. "They don't understand our needs, and don't care about trying to."

"That's what I'm looking for," Jezebel said. "A man who likes me, and appreciates me."

"Well, perhaps you'll find someone at the ball." Peony licked another finger, then stood up. "We should be going. Pan doesn't like anyone to arrive late."

Pan's Masquerade Ball

The three of them headed up the gently curved road toward the castle.  Jezzy was thankful for the flat sandal type shoes she wore. She looked down at the feet of the mermaids. "Aren't your feet sore?"

"We're used to being barefoot. Our feet are tougher than yours. Besides, Pan loves bare feet," said Nerah. "He likes to suck our toes. He has a bit of a foot fetish."

"Pan has a bit of an everything fetish," Peony added.

When they arrived at the castle, the entrance was flanked by two large men, all sinewy muscle. They wore nothing but red masks over their eyes. Shimmery, sandalwood scented oil covered their bodies with a lovely sheen. Their lengthy members were engorged, and pierced with rings and studs.

"Those two are Michael and Lance. They're twin brothers," said Peony. "Hello, you two. Nice to see you again."

"Always a pleasure, Peony," said Michael, the brother to the left of the entrance. His brother smiled and nodded.

"Who is your pretty friend?" asked Michael.

"This is Jezebel," Nerah said.

"Very nice to meet you, Jezebel." Michael's eyes moved over Jezzy and he licked his lips. "I hope to get to know you inside."

"Nice to meet you, too," Jezzy said. She squirmed under his gaze, becoming aware of a warming in her nipples, and the familiar heat between her legs. A fantasy appeared, full blown, in her head, of the two brothers touching and pawing at her, one studded cock in her mouth and the other filling her up.

Maybe the Magical Kingdom of Phlegm had some sort of aphrodisiac in the air, which made Jezzy so much hornier than normal. Or maybe the love apple's effects lingered.

Or maybe, as she suspected, this was all a dream.

Lance handed a silver mask to Peony and a gold one to Nerah.  There were several bottles of liquid behind him, and he chose one, pouring the fluid into his large hand.

"Lavender, my favorite," Peony said. "You know me so well, Lance."

Lance grinned, then rubbed his hands together, then using long, luxurious strokes, moved his hands over first one of Peony's legs, then the other. Her body gleamed where he rubbed her. Scented oil. Jezzy could smell the intoxicating fragrance from where she stood.

Lance took his time, and Peony's eyes closed as she sighed.

"Your hands are the loveliest in all the land," she murmured, her voice just above a whisper.

Jezebel loved a good hot oil massage, and secretly hoped she'd get the same treatment.

"May I pick an oil for you, Jezebel?" Lance asked.

"I was so hoping you would."

He chose an ornate, diamond cut bottle and poured oil onto one large palm, then rubbed his hands together, coming toward Jezzy. He slowly dropped to one knee. His face was inches from her special place, and tension pooled there, making her heart speed up and her breaths come more quickly.

Lance massaged the musky, vanilla scented oil onto one leg, bringing his hands ever higher, moving up her feather dress. He massaged her inner thigh moving closer to her pussy, while the other caressed her bottom. Lance's hands moved away, leaving Jezzy chilled from the absence of this warmth. She opened her eyes, startled that she'd closed them. She watched as he poured more oil onto his palm, shivering with anticipation as he rubbed his hands together.

Again, Jezzy closed her eyes and almost swooned when Lance's hands touched her other leg. They encircled her calves, moving sensually over them, higher and higher until they were sliding over her upper thighs. Jezzy burned with embarrassment as a trickle of her excitement dribbled down her inner thigh.

She gasped lightly as one hand slid over her swollen folds, finding her hidden jewel and feathering over it ever so softly. "Oooh."

"You smell sweet already, Jezebel You don't really need scented oil here. Would you like me to skip this spot?"

Jezzy heard similar little moans coming from beside her, but didn't know if they came from Peony or Nerah. She felt far away. "No, please. Don't stop."

Lance's hand moved away and Jezzy almost cried, feeling the loss of its heat on her most sensitive part. She was weak in the knees, dizzy with need, and her legs wobbled a little as she waited for Lance to touch her again.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Lance again began to stroke, the scented oil mingling with her own  juices. Her lips had plumped as pleasure sailed through her, and her hips jutted forward involuntarily, gyrating and inviting him to enter her.

Lance slid his fingers into her slick folds, lightly swirling them over her sensitive pearl, sending electric currents of pleasure through her. "Oooh my," she moaned, swooning forward. "Oooh, yeeeessss."

Tension pooled into her sweet spot, and she felt her orgasm teetering on the edge, about to soar through her, when Lance's fingers vanished from between her legs, moving gingerly up and over her hips. She cried out in frustration.

"I'm sorry, Jezebel, but your orgasm belongs to Pan. You are a new guest, and he always gives new guests their first orgasm at the ball." Lance massaged oil over her belly, then slowly over her breasts.

Jezzy tingled all over, sexual excitement making her walls contract with need.

Lance pulled her close, crushing her breasts against his hard chest as he rubbed oil over her back. Jezzy moved her face up to his, standing on tip-toe. She brushed her lips over his. He kissed her back, long and dreamy, probing her mouth with his tongue.

"Mmmmm," she murmured.

Lance pulled again, gently pushing her back. "That is all I'm allowed to give you. My job is merely to arouse you so that you're properly prepared for the ball."

"But—but I won' tell," she sputtered. "I promise."

Lance chuckled. "Worry, not, pretty one. Your pleasure awaits you inside."

He moved aside and motioned with a sweep of his hand toward the entrance.

Reluctantly, Jezzy walked over the threshold and into the castle.

"They are delicious, aren't they?" Peony asked Jezzy. Her eyes were glazed and a soft blush covered her face, neck and the tops of her perky breasts.

"Sinfully delicious," Nerah agreed. She was sporting the same rosy glow, her eyes just as glazed as Peony's.

Jezzy was certain that she looked much the same, if not more so.

"But to bring someone so close to orgasm and then just leave them hanging is cruel," Jezzy said, feeling her bottom lip actually jutting out into a little pout.

"Perhaps we can learn Pan's curse, and turn the twins into flutes," Peony said.

"Flutes?" said Nerah. "How about trumpets. Something long and hard we can blow."

The women all shared a laugh.

As they moved further into the castle, music sounding like tribal drums and flutes floated on the air, making Jezzy feel even more aroused. She was so turned on, it was becoming uncomfortable.

"I've never felt like this before," Jezzy said. "Is there a ladies room? I think I need to—"

"To take care of yourself?" Peony asked.

Jezzy nodded, blushing.

"Pan wouldn't like that. It's his party. You can come only if he allows it."

"That's mean."

"It's called teasing, Jezebel. When someone teases you enough to bring you close to orgasm but doesn't allow you to release, the orgasm is magnificent when it actually comes," Peony said. "Just wait. You'll see."

They had come to an enormous room filled with people dancing and gyrating to the beat of the drums and the high notes of the flute. Many of the people were engaged in sexual acts. Jezzy's mouth dropped open as her gaze wandered over the naked bodies on what looked like a huge dance floor.

There were women's heads bobbing up and down or back and forth, their mouths full with erect manhood. She saw men pleasuring men that way too, and men pleasuring women, their tongues flicking over the mounds of their partners. Women also pleasured women, long, tapered fingers moving in and out of slick nether regions, the legs of their partners spread wide. There were men thrusting behind men, men thrusting behind women, on top of women, women on top of men, plunging up and down and rotating their hips. There were cries of passion and pleasure.

But Jezzy's shocked gaze was drawn to a stage, to a figure which sat on a golden throne above the spectacle of animal passion before him. A man with a head of coppery red curls catching the light from the flames of an enormous fire in the hearth behind him.

He held an instrument to his lips, which looked like several flutes placed together, each flute shorter than the last. He looked up and caught Jezzy's stare, lowering the musical instrument. The dancing and sexual movements ceased. Everything seemed to be suspended in time as this magnificent creature regarded her with a mixture of interest and amusement.

His features looked as if they were cut from stone; strong, square jaw, high cheekbones and a noble nose. Horns curled backward on his head, almost the same color as his hair. His lips were full and sensuous, and they smiled as his narrow yellow eyes burned into hers.

Finally he stood, his fine, muscled chest gleaming in the firelight. He reached a chiseled arm toward her, beckoning to her.

Jezzy blinked, staring at his lower legs, which were covered in dark red, curly fur. His feet were cloven. "Heavens", she breathed.

"Heavenly," Peony said.

"Delicious," Nerah said.

"Who is that?" Jezzy asked, her breath having all but left her.

Both mermaids sighed and at the same time said, "Prince Pan."

Peony gave Jezzy a nudge. "What are you waiting for? He's summoning you. Go!"

"Is that a good thing?" Jezzy asked, watching as the prince held her gaze and continued to beckon her. She'd made love to a guy with wings, and gone down on a mermaid, but goat legs—that was just a little too weird.

"It's an honor," Nerah said. "Hurry, before he changes his mind."

The prince smiled at Jezzy, lowering his head and bringing the instrument toward his mouth. A slow, sensuous tune came from it, rich, gorgeous notes lifting on the air, and making Jezzy feel dizzy and lightheaded.

"He's playing the Syrinx, just for you. He likes you."

"The Syrinx?" Jezzy asked, sounding far away to herself.

"The musical instrument he is playing. Our sister. Her name was Syrinx. He is playing her for you alone."

While it was no doubt music of the medieval variety, the instrument did indeed sound like a woman in the throes of unbearable passion, each note a different, wailing sigh.

Jezzy felt her hips swaying, and her feet began moving forward. She realized distantly that she was dancing toward the stage where the prince stood. Vaguely she was aware that the people who were on the floor parted, making a walkway for her.

Jezebel's body twirled, then her hips rotated, and her legs moved forward in dance steps she had never performed in her life. She knew in her heart that this was an ancient dance, a special one that was performed for Pan only.

Jezzy heard herself giggle, and her heart become light. Heat swept over her and her head buzzed as sexual desire made her nipples ache and sent little electric currents to lick at her loins. She moaned, as the vibrations of the music went through her, each note like a lover's kiss.

Soon Jezzy reached the stage, and she felt hands around her legs and waist, lifting her up. Through hazy eyes she saw two sets of arms reaching for her—Michael and Lance—and then she was lifted and standing, quivering before the prince.

He continued playing the Syrinx, and Jezzy's body moved and gyrated, stepped and twirled for him. With her body, she told an age-old story of passion and desire, the meaning of which she sensed on a primitive level, but wouldn't have been able to verbalize.

Also, there was much twerking.

As she swayed before him, her hands came up and caressed her fragrant breasts. Her fingers plucked at her nipples, making them peak, aching to be kissed and sucked.

One hand slid down over the feathers of her dress, to her slick mound. Her fingers found her most secret, sensitive spot, swirled over it, making tiny sizzling circles of pleasure.

"Oooooh," she cried, feeling an orgasm racing from deep within her. "Ooooh, God."

Yes. My name is Pan. Say it. His voice was in her head, deep, dark and sweet.

"Pan," she breathed. "Pan..."

The prince continued playing, the music wrapping around her, licking and kissing her everywhere, her hands accompanying, as if Pan was using her hands to do his bidding.

Jezzy's mouth opened as the first spark of her orgasm alighted within her.

Pan lifted his mouth from the Syrinx and lowered it to his lap.

Jezzy whimpered. "Please don't stop."

Pan's lips curved into a devilish smile.

Jezzy's body continued to sway gently before him, awaiting his command. "Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it. Just please, don't stop playing."

Pan's smile widened. "Pan says touch your toes!"

The crowd around her groaned. "Not again," someone said.

"We just did this!" Another yelled.

A cacophony of good-natured complaints filled the air around Jezebel.

"Enough!" Pan shouted.

The crowd went silent.

He said, patiently, as if speaking to a class of kindergarteners, "Pan says, touch your toes."

"W-what?" Jezzy sputtered. "I don't understand."

She looked around, baffled, staring into the crowd. Everyone behind her was touching their toes, naked bottoms lifted into the air. Beneath her, next to the stage, was Lance, the twin who had oiled her.

"Psssst!" he said.

"What is going on?" Jezzy whispered..

"Just touch your toes. Pan is like a spoiled kid. He has too much power and time on his hands, and he just loves to fuck with us. But if you don't do as he says, he'll send you out of the castle. It's just like Simon Says. Just do whatever he tells you to do."

Pan watched her, waiting, tapping a cloven foot and strumming his fingers on his long, erect manhood. "Well?"

Jezebel reluctantly bent down and touched her toes.

"Very good!" Pan shouted. "So far, everyone can stay. Everyone up!"

Jezzy was about to move upward but Lance once again whispered, "He didn't say Pan says."

"Oh! Thank you!" Jezzy remained down, looking between her legs at him.

Lance grinned. "Think nothing of it. I'm quite enjoying this view."

Pan's laughter bounced off the castle walls.  "Excellent! Now, Pan says..."

There was a hushed silence in the room. Everyone waited.

"Bounce on one foot!" Pan roared.

Everyone stood straight and began hopping on one foot. A couple of people lost their balance.

"Out!" Pan shouted. "Everyone who fell, Pan says get out of my castle!"

Several people hung their heads in disappointment, heading for the doors.

Pan let out a gleeful, childish laugh, then lowered a hand to his lengthy, engorged manhood, and began slow, rhythmic movements. He spread his legs and his amber gaze penetrated Jezzy as he pleasured himself. "Pan says… do the Macarena!"

Somewhere from the back of the stage, Macarena music swelled into the air.

Thank goodness Jezzy had just been at a wedding where they played the Macarena song every twenty minutes. Every drunken idiot there had requested it. She went through the movements of the Macarena dance, careful not to look at anyone else, as someone was sure to throw her off.

"You! You! YOU! And YOU! BUSTED!" Pan's finger pointed again to the unfortunates who had messed up the dance. Pan threw his head back and laughed. "OUT!" He bellowed. "Get the hell out of my castle! And don't come back! Until tomorrow night!" He shook his head. "I love that dance." He chuckled. "It's good to be a prince."

Jezzy closed her eyes and continued doing the Macarena. This was truly bizarre! But at least he wasn't demanding that they do the Hokey Pokey.

"Everyone do the Hokey Pokey!" Pan bellowed.

Jezzy almost did, then remembered, he hadn't said, 'Pan says'. But a few people began dancing the Hokey Pokey.

Once again, Pan screamed and pointed and threw people out. He then giggled and wiped his eyes. "This is way too much fun!"

His eyes scanned the crowd, then he said, "Pan says... watch me pleasure myself."

Jezzy's eyes moved over Pan's rippling torso, to his strong arm moving up and down as he stroked his member, little grunts coming from deep in his throat.

Erotic, supernatural energy rushed through Jezzy as she watched the massive prince bringing himself closer and closer to releasing. His pleasure becoming her pleasure. She had never known such a connection, such a desire to want to please someone else. Realization wrapped with her own desire. Jezzy realized with a kind of surprise, that stepping outside of herself and delighting in the pleasure of others was a turn-on.

Mutual affection was one thing. Mutual appreciation was something even nicer.

"Very good," Pan said, his arm moving more swiftly. His golden eyes continued to bore through her, seeming to see straight into her. "Pan says, pleasure yourself."

Jezzy had forgotten about the people behind her. She gazed, hypnotized, into the Prince's eyes, and slid a finger over her swollen, needy pearl.

"Yes," Pan said, stroking himself faster.

A tiny prickle of heat began deep within her walls, swelling into excruciating pleasure.

"Pan says... don't come."

Jezzy let out a small cry. She'd almost let go! She lifted her finger from her delicate bud, quivering with the need to release.

"Very, very good."

Just then, a few orgasmic cries sounded in the room.

Pan tilted his head, looking disappointed. "You know the drill. Out!"

Barely finished with their orgasms, several men and women headed for the door.

"Now, only Jezebel," the Prince said. "Pan says, continue to pleasure yourself. Place a finger on your sweet spot and make little circles for me."

Jezzy did as she was told. She once again slid her finger over her clit and began making little circles.

"Pan says, gently twirl your nipple with the other hand. But remember—Pan says don't come yet." Pan lifted his pelvis slightly, as if preparing to come himself.

This aroused Jezebel greatly, and when she moved her fingers to her nipple and began to twirl the sensitive, rosy nub, she felt that she couldn't hold off much longer. She was certain to be tossed from the castle.

She watched Pan's eyes narrow with arousal as he watched her, tugging at his privates faster and faster.

Watching him was making her even more excited. She wasn't going to be able to stop herself. And she didn't want to be kicked out of the castle.

No one had said there were rules about talking, so she said to the prince, "Oh, please. Let me come."

"Pan says no."

"Prince, I can't stop myself. I… I… can't…"

Jezzy closed her eyes and tried to disconnect from her body, to think unsexy thoughts. But all that came into her head was an image of Pan, stroking himself.

"I'm… going to come," she whimpered.

"Pan says not yet."

"Then please, I beg you, let me stop touching myself."

"Pan says not yet."

Jezebel began to scream. Not in pleasure, but in frustration. Her body was betraying her. She had completely lost control. And much as she wanted to stay at this lovely party, there was no way she could stop herself now. She opened her eyes, her mouth forming an O, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as the biggest orgasm of her life was about to overtake her.

"Pan says come," he grunted, spilling his seed over his rapidly moving hand. He threw his head back and bellowed, bucking his hips upward.

Jezzy's inner walls contracted as her orgasm pulsed through her. She screamed, a tidal wave of  pleasure rushing over her, only vaguely aware that invisible hands held her in place. Jezzy cried out again and again, watching as bursts of light exploded before her eyes. She was sent to a place in ecstasy she had never been. She felt her eyelids squeezing in time with her spasms, going on and on and on until she couldn't tell if it was multiple or just one, long, delicious, never-ending orgasm.

"Pan says stop touching yourself."

Relieved, Jezebel let her hands drop off her body. She let out a deep breath, feeling so weak that she could have gone to sleep right there on stage. Then a roar came from the crowd, and Jezebel realized it was people cheering and applauding.

"Give it to her!"

"Fuck her hard, Pan!"

"Give us a good show!"

Jezzy felt herself being lifted by the twins and lowered over Pan's lap. She was shocked that he hadn't lost his erection. If anything, his manhood seemed even harder.

The head of his enormous, steely length touched the opening of her quivering pussy. The anticipation was too much. Her delighted clit peeked out from beneath her folds, hungry for more stimulation. Her womanhood begged to be filled. She wanted to be impaled upon Pan, fucked long and hard, even as she wondered if she could take all of him inside.

Pan lifted Jezzy and effortlessly turned her around, so that she was facing the crowd. Everyone stood watching her, as she sat, legs spread over each of Pan's tree trunk thighs. Pan positioned her so that her steamy mound lay against his waiting member. Her clit pushed toward it, wanting attention. Jezzy's lips parted and her lids closed half-way as the prince pushed her hips forward and began a slow, erotic gyration of his hips, moving himself against her clit.

She moaned as Pan's movements created a glorious friction, which sent shivery little jolts of pleasure against her sweet spot. Any thought of controlling the show of her arousal in front of the crowd was gone.

As the crowd watched her, they began seeking pleasure of their own. Several openly stroked themselves, groaning and grunting their passion. Women dropped to their knees, spreading the labia of waiting, eager females whose hips were pushed forward in anticipation of enthusiastic tongues.

Men sucked the raging erections of other men, or pumped hips into their jutting bottoms. Women sat atop moaning men, bobbing up and down in an increasingly frenzied pace as they watched Jezzy's mounting arousal.

Jezzy watched the tangle of various sexual positions. Heat raced up her body and tension balled in her loins. She ached to have Pan's stiff, enormous rod sliding inside. She heard herself whimper from far away, and tightened her thighs against Pan's.

"As you wish, pretty Jezebel," he said, slowly penetrating her.

Jezzy gasped, his manhood filling her completely, stretching her and resting up against the mouth of her cervix. She felt herself quiver and fresh heat washed over her. The prince lifted her slowly until his tip was barely inside, then pushed her gently back down, filling her, moving his hips in a divinely slow pace.

He adjusted his hips, and his rigid member curved and pressed up against a spot so sensitive, deep inside, that her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Pan's hips made small, gentle thrusts, massaging that spot, and Jezzy cried out again and again, the sensations swirling through her.

Pan snapped his fingers. Startled, Jezzy's eyes shot open. But he did not cease his relentless movements. Through a fog of desire, Jezzy saw Nerah and Peony being lifted onto the stage. Pan's hands moved from Jezzy's hips and she saw them, large and strong, gesture to her breasts.

Nerah and Peony knelt on either side of them and each began kissing and licking Jezzy's breasts, nibbling and sucking her nipples. She felt a delicate finger slide over her soft, honeyed folds, and find her most sensitive spot. The finger moved, making quick, soft little circles over her protruding, swollen bud, and Jezzy tried to move her hips forward to move against it.

Jezzy rode Pan's magnificent manhood, ever more urgent. Her walls trembled, and she felt another orgasm bulleting forward, her need for release reaching a fever pitch. Then Pan thrust upward and forward, the sensation so sublimely exquisite, that Jezebel's orgasm crashed through her with the violence of a tsunami.

As she let go, Pan thrust upward and pulled her hips down, so that he was impossibly deep within her. The last contractions of her orgasm rippled over his pulsing cock, and he roared into the sex charged air, the sound unearthly.

Jezzy was lifted from Pan and placed on a red, velvet sofa, which seemed made especially for sex. It sat higher off the ground than an average sofa, as high as a table, making it the perfect height for most men to reach with their hips.

"I understand that you are in search of someone who appreciates you, pretty Jezebel," Pan's voice melted over her, making her skin prickle with new, awakening arousal. "Let us see who does."

Jezzy lay back on the sofa, turning her head to see the masked figure of a man climbing onto the stage. As he approached, Jezzy observed with interest the considerable height of the man. He was long and lean, his muscles defined and sinewy. The sandalwood scented oil on his body shone in the flickering firelight. His penis was short and thick, and jutted upward, toward his belly.

Jezzy awaited his entry into her hot, wet cavern, but the man didn't stop. Instead, he walked past her and stood over her head, as if waiting for something.

"Blindfold her," Pan said. "We shall see if she knows true appreciation by feel."

Nerah walked over to the man, a red blindfold in her hand, and smiled at Jezzy. She handed the blindfold to him and kneeled next to her. Peony appeared on her other side. She leaned in and whispered in Jezzy's ear. "This will be fun."

"With your eyes covered, your other senses will become more acute," Pan said. "Would you like to be restrained also? Some especially enjoy the restraints."

"Oooh, yes," Nerah cooed. "Accept the restraints. They make it so much more delicious. You have no choice but to focus on the sensations. It's perfectly lovely."

"I love the restraints," Peony agreed.

"Yes," Jezzy replied. "I'd like the restraints, please."

"Very well," Pan responded.

The blindfold was placed over Jezzy's eyes, and then her hips were pulled toward the edge of the sofa. Her feet were placed in stirrups, which spread her legs wide. Her hands were tied with what felt like velvet straps, fastening them tightly to the sofa. Another strap was buckled across her belly, making all but her smallest movements impossible.

"Oh, my."

"Don't worry," Nerah said, flicking her tongue over Jezzy's earlobe as she whispered. "You'll love it."

"O-okay."

"Let the test begin," Pan bellowed.

Moments later, Jezzy felt Nerah and Peony's lips around each of her nipples, and their playful sucking and nibbling renewed the fire within her. She felt fresh wetness between her legs, and her lips opened as she tried in vain to move her hips forward, searching for something to touch her.

Then something warm was pushing against the mouth of her womanly cave.

"Oh, yes," Jezzy murmured. "Please."

The eager thing slid into her, and Jezzy lifted her pelvis to accept it.

"Yes, yes," she whispered.

The mystery man plunged into her, using long, determined strokes, his pubic bone hitting her hungry clit with each one. His slippery cock hit her g-spot expertly, and continued thrusting into her, his hands on her hips.

Jezzy heard his grunting, and the sound impassioned her further, making her moan and whimper. She didn't know what he looked like, but he felt heavenly inside of her. He moved faster, back and forth, in and out, making Jezzy moan louder and louder as her desire built. Her nipples sang where Peony and Nerah sucked and licked them, nibbling and then flicking their tongues over them again and again.

The hard, swollen member inside of her grew bigger and harder, and Jezzy's head whipped deliriously from side to side as her pleasure hovered, suspended for what seemed an eternity.

"Enough," Pan's voice said. "Next."

Jezzy almost cried as she felt the unsatisfied rod being withdrawn.

She whimpered, "No, please! Don't stop! You haven't come!"

"Someone else will bring him to release," Pan said.

"Was I not good enough?" Jezzy said, her voice growing thick in her tightening throat. She was surprised to find that she was genuinely disappointed that the man hadn't had an orgasm with her.

"You were," Pan replied. "You are. But there are other eager men, waiting to have their turn with you. You are changing, transforming. Do you feel it, Jezebel?"

"Feel what?" she breathed.

"You're becoming unselfish."

It was such a strange observation, especially when she was so turned on. But it hit Jezebel right in the core of her being. She was selfish. It was always about what men could do for her, not what she could do in return. But she had really wanted to make that last man come, to reward him for the pleasure he'd given her.

She had appreciated him.

"I understand," she said. "Where is the next man?"

Pan's laughter shook through her. "Perhaps you need a little more practice."

"Yes. I want to… to please someone else."

Within moments another hard member was pressing at her opening, and then sliding up into her wetness. Jezzy moved her hips forward, her sizzling pussy eager for it, but her soul also eager to satisfy another person.

Her walls clenched over the long, slender manhood inside of her, grasping, unwilling to let it go. As the unseen man plunged into her, he moaned, sending shivers of delight through Jezzy's entire body. Her tingling bud responded, swelling and aching, but she focused on using her muscles to stroke him, milk him, make him feel good.

"You do understand," Pan said.

Jezzy felt the hair fall over her belly and hot mound. Then soft, sensuous lips were around her clit, sucking lightly. Jezzy's body quivered, as a deft tongue licked and flicked over her sweet spot with feather light movements.

The rigid shaft pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, and her bare nipple suddenly felt another mouth upon it, and another tongue swirling around it, making Jezzy arch her back and lift her chest as far as her restraints would let her. The man's cries grew loud, and Jezzy felt a wave of heat as her orgasm built once again.

"Please, please let him come," she moaned. "Please... let... me... "

"Stop," Pan's voice called out. "Next suitor, approach."

"No! Please!" Jezzy cried, and she felt her blindfold grow damp with her tears. She pulled against the restraints. She screamed out in anger and frustration.

"Now, now, Jezebel. Have you quite finished your tantrum?" Pan's voice cooed, syrupy against her ears.

Jezzy's bottom lip protruded in a pout. "Yes."

"Excellent. Then let's continue, shall we?" His voice was light with amusement.

Jezzy lay on the sofa, panting, her breaths ragged from her outburst. "But why won't you let me make the man come?"

A cry of pleasure erupted behind her.

"He just got a blowjob," Nerah's voice said from just over her pussy, and Jezzy felt her own juices dripping from what must've been Nerah's chin, onto her belly. "So did the last guy. He's just quieter when he climaxes."

"Uuuggghhh!" Jezzy yelled.

But then another engorged, considerable dick was gliding into her opening and pushing deep. Jezzy sighed, the feeling so wonderful that she seemed to be floating. The mouths on her nipples continued their work, and Nerah's mouth and tongue resumed her playful assault on Jezzy's most sensitive place.

Each stroke of the man's hips sent bursts of electric pleasure through Jezzy. Tension balled in her loins, and her walls squeezed around the mystery man's relentless thrusts. His hard shaft pushed her further and further toward oblivion. A prickle of burning heat began deep in her wet channel, and within seconds her pussy ignited and clutched at his driving thrusts. Her orgasm teetered on the brink, all it would take is one more stroke, one more lick, one more nibble—

"Stop!" cried Pan. "Enough!"

"No! Not enough!" Jezzy insisted.

But no one else was called forward to pleasure her. Even the mouths of the mermaids were gone. Jezzy was left in the dark, behind the blindfold.

"You've been an excellent student, Jezebel. But you've some learning left to do."

Jezzy lay on the table, still restrained, still blindfolded. Her entire body quivered with unreleased need and frustration.

Suddenly the blindfold was removed, and she blinked her eyes against the firelight. The twins, Michael and Lance, released her restraints. Jezzy was disappointed. She felt slightly abandoned. She sat up, her head hanging, looking at the floor.

"Now, now. Don't be so downhearted," said Pan. "I have much to show you." With that, he clapped his hands. "Bring me the golden hen."

Jezebel Makes a Promise

A tall, lean woman with long, shining chestnut hair was lifted to the stage holding a cage. Within the cage was a hen, golden from head to toe. Jezzy had never seen any creature like it. The hen blinked at Jezzy, unimpressed.

"Thank you, Kiki," Pan said.

The lean woman nodded.

"What is that?" Jezzy asked. "I don't care who you are, or how much learning I need to do, or how big of a penis that thing has. I will not have sex with a bird."

Pan shook his head, chuckling. "Now you're just being silly."

"About not having sex with the bird?" Jezzy said. "Because I won't."

"The very idea of it." Pan waved his hand, dismissing the line of conversation. "Let's move on."

"How big of a penis does that bird have?" Jezzy asked.

"It doesn't. It's a female. Can you stop talking about sex with the bird, please? It's making me uncomfortable." Pan turned to Kiki. "You may step down."

Kiki exited the stage with the help of the twins. Then the three of them began to make out.

Jezzy looked on with jealousy. She wanted just ten minutes with those two. Even five minutes, with just one.

"Focus, Jezebel." Pan gestured to the bird in the cage. "This is a golden hen, which lays golden eggs."

"I hope I can use them to pay someone to satisfy me, because I'm becoming very cranky." Jezzy crossed her arms.

"No, but you can use the eggs to satisfy you."

Jezzy stared at Pan. "I don't even know what to say to that."

"Nerah, would you demonstrate, please, on Jezebel?"

"With pleasure," Nerah said. She opened the cage and gently lifted the golden hen. "Ooooh my pretty Lenny. That's my sweet girl," she cooed, petting the hen's head.

The bird made a cooing sound back, rubbing her head under her palm.

Lenny? Jezzy thought. She sighed. Just go with it. When in Phlegm…

Nerah reached under Lenny's belly and rubbed her tummy. "You like that, don't you Lenny? Rub the belly? Who's a good bird? Hmm? Are you a good bird? Are you my gorgeous birdy?" She placed her palm under the bird's bottom area.

Suddenly Lenny squawked and laid a perfect golden egg into Nerah's waiting hand.

Jezzy felt her brows come together. This was the strangest thing she'd ever seen.

Nerah smiled at the egg in her hand, and brought her other hand beneath it to cup it. "Oh my. This one is certainly a jumpy one."

Jezzy stared at the egg in Nerah's hand as she approached. "Oh!" she cried, when she noticed that the egg was jumping and vibrating in Nerah's hands. "What kind of egg is that?"

"It's a magic pleasure egg," Pan replied.  "This one is for you."

Cries came from the crowd below the stage.

"Yes!"

"Show her the egg!"

"Give her the egg!"

"Oooh, I want the egg!"

"Pleasure egg?" Jezzy asked.

"Yes. Nerah, show her how it works," Pan said.

"Lie back", Nerah said. Peony joined her.

"No, let her stand. Allow the audience to view her better," Pan said, his voice growing as thick as his enormous rod. He started to stroke. "Stand facing the audience, Jezebel."

Jezzy did as she was told. She stood up on shaky legs and walked to the middle of the stage, facing the crowd. "Like this?"

"Yes," he grunted.

"Spread your legs, Jezebel," Peony whispered into Jezzy's ear, her lips capturing her earlobe and sucking lightly. "You will like this."

"I'm not sure…" Jezzy was feeling nervous and exposed. Even though everyone in the room was basically naked, they were all focused on her. Some stroked themselves. Some licked their lips. Some stroked their neighbor and licked their own lips. Some … well, you get the idea.

And the egg was pretty bizarre, too.

"You've learned to appreciate your lovers," Pan said. "But you still need practice trusting them."

"Trust is essential," Peony said.

The crowd waited, silently, for Jezzy to make her decision.

"Okay," she said. "I'll trust you."

"Wonderful," breathed Peony, her hand sliding down Jezzy's belly and lightly playing over Jezzy's still slippery pleasure pearl. Desire ignited and surged through her body. She moaned softly, and she moved her legs further apart on the stage floor, her hips hitching forward to accept Peony's fingers.

Jezzy watched the crowd through half-lidded eyes. She felt their arousal heightening, an electric charge crackling in the air. She felt as if they were touching her too, with their gazes, their energy, their wanton desire.

The sensation of Nerah placing something warm and hard up against her slick opening blended with the rest, the object undulating and vibrating, sending delicious sensations trilling through her.

The magic golden egg.

"Aaaahh," Jezzy groaned. She no longer cared what the object was. Just that it was placed inside of her. Her need had grown so strong that she only wanted release.

The egg vibrated and jumped as Nerah slid it high into her hot, swollen cave. The egg drilled at her walls, and wiggled and vibrated higher, then lower again, finding her G-spot as if it knew exactly where it was.

But then, it must. It was magic, after all.

Jezzy rocked her hips, feeling the magic egg pulsing and jittering deep inside. Peony's fingers made gentle swirls over her slick nub, creating delectable ripples of bliss.

"Ooooh, my," Jezzy murmured, her voice husky with heat.

Peony moved aside, her fingers leaving Jezzy's needy clit and her mouth abandoning her nipple. Jezzy felt the absence of her touch as a loss, and felt her lip quiver, even as her arousal built. "Where are you going?"

Peony was holding out her hand, and Nerah, who still gripped the chicken, passed another, slightly smaller golden egg to her sister.

"Now turn around, Jezebel," Pan said.

"For what?"

"We're placing this one in your bottom."

Jezzy had never done anything related to anal before. She thought it was kind of gross and dirty.

"I don't want to," she said, shaking her head.

"You'll love it," said Peony.

"I've got one in me right now," said Nerah.

"I don't know…"

"Watch," Peony said. She bent over in front of Jezzy, then placed the tip of the egg against her own bottom. She slowly slipped it inside her, stretching herself open until the egg disappeared. Peony grunted, then moaned, as she stood up again. The look on her face was one of obvious arousal.

"Does it… does it hurt?" Jezzy asked. Her knees felt liquid, the buzzing against her G-spot making it hard to remain standing.

Peony shook her head, then closed her eyes. Her body began to shake, and Jezzy realized the mermaid was having an orgasm.

Or maybe it was an assgasm?

"You have to trust us, Jezebel," Nerah said. She was holding another golden egg. "Trust means trying new things. Breaking boundaries while understanding that you're safe."

Jezebel glanced at Pan, who was stroking himself even faster.

"It will feel good, Jezebel," Pan said. "It will also turn me on."

The egg in her pussy was making it impossible to think clearly, but she knew, deep down, that trust was even more important than mutual affection and appreciation.

"I'll try it. But if I don't like it…"

"Then we'll remove it immediately," Pan said. "If you don't like it, just say so."

Jezebel nodded nervously, then bent over, so far she could see Peony approach between her legs. From her upside-down view, she saw Peony had the egg, which twitched and vibrated with a low humming sound.

"You have to relax your muscles," Peony said.

Jezzy did the opposite, squeezing tight. But when she tensed up her rear muscles, she also tensed her pelvic muscles, which increased the already-intense vibrations of the egg nuzzling her G-spot. Jezzy began to tremble from pleasure, and then she had four strong hands on her legs and buttocks, stroking and massaging. The bodybuilder twins, rubbing in more oil.

"You need plenty of lube," Michael said, as he rubbed her gently between her legs, starting at her pussy and moving backward until his large finger tickled her there.

And it felt okay.

Actually, it felt good.

And as Michael continued to massage oil on her, it began to feel really really good. She hadn't ever realized how many nerve endings there were in that particular area, and when they were being tickled and stroked, it was an entirely new sensation for her.

Jezzy relaxed, luxuriating in his touch, welcoming it. Lance moved from her legs to her breasts, rolling her nipples in his strong, oily fingers.

"Can I slip my finger inside you?" Michael asked.

"Sure, of course you… oh!" Jezzy gasped.

She'd assumed Michael had meant inside her pussy, but he'd taken the other entrance. It felt very odd, but it didn't hurt at all.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"I… yes. It's okay."

"Is it more than okay?" Pan was leering at her, continuing to stroke himself.

"Well… I… I suppose it is."

"Can I move my finger in and out?" Michael asked.

Jezzy placed her hands on the floor for support, and nodded. Michael's thick finger began to move, and the thought of such a large guy being so gentle with her, so obviously concerned, was as much of a turn-on as the sensations he was creating.

"When you're ready, Peony has lubed up the egg," Michael said. "But only when you're ready."

Jezzy nodded, closing her eyes, feeling him slowly slide in and out of her. That motion, combined with her nipples being lightly pinched, and the egg inside of her, were all blending together in a marvelous way, like different sections of an orchestra.

"I'm ready," Jezebel surprised herself by saying. "I trust you."

She opened her eyes and watched Peony approach. When Michael removed his finger, Jezebel felt empty, and she missed it. But then the tip of the egg pressed against her, warm and buzzing, and began to slowly stretch her open.

"I'm… I'm going to come…" she wailed.

"Not yet," Pan said. "Wait until it's in all the way."

Jezebel felt herself being stretched wider, and wider, until it was almost uncomfortable.

"It's in!" Pan said, clapping his hands.

"Stand up, Jezebel. Just concentrate on the pleasure you're feeling." Peony's voice was sweet and encouraging.

Within seconds, Jezzy couldn't concentrate on anything else. She closed her eyes. She'd almost forgotten the crowd, but now she listened to the moans and cries of mounting pleasure and release in their moans and murmurs. And as she did so, the undulations of the magic eggs seemed to grow in intensity. She'd never felt so full. Tiny flames licked at her wet walls and burned against her G-spot. And the other egg—the one she'd been worried about—made the ecstasy even more intense. It was so intense she began to cry out, her voice rising with each passing moment.

Her knees began to buckle as her pleasure crescendoed.

"No, stand up, Jezebel. You are so beautiful to watch," Pan said, his voice strained, his own release imminent. "Let them watch you."

Lance and Michael appeared at her sides and lifted her, helping her stand.

The orgasm began deep and high; a tiny prick, twisting and igniting and bursting. Her insides squeezed and clenched, and her orgasm spread, spasms clenching every muscle as Jezzy screamed. The orgasm went on and on, and she barely noticed the two men holding her up for the audience as she came and came.

And came and came and came.

Finally, as her orgasm faded, she opened her eyes to the crowd, who were at various stages of any number of mind-bending acts. Jezzy blinked her eyes, and tried to stand. Her body was spent.

For the moment.

As she was held by the twins, the eggs inside her stopped vibrating, as if they knew she was sated. A second later, waiters carried out platters of food and refreshments and set them on a long, seemingly endless banquet table. Pitchers of wine, water and juice arrived, along with several different cheeses, fruits and crackers. There were also sweet treats. Cakes and cookies, and chocolates.

Lots of chocolates.

Jezzy realized she was famished.

"Yes, Jezebel. Eat," Pan said. "You'll need your energy." His smile was positively wicked.

Jezzy reclined on a black, silky love-seat and allowed a stocky, sun-burnished man to feed her grapes. He stopped, filled her goblet with wine, and held it to her lips.

"You were outstanding. I've never seen anything like you. You're exquisite, Jezebel."

"Thank you," Jezzy said, and was awed to find that she was blushing. She'd just had sex with several men and two women in front of countless people, and a mere compliment was making her blush. "What is your name?"

"Don't you remember? From the restaurant."

Jezzy blinked and realized who it was. The facial features where the same, but she hadn't recognized him because he wasn't wearing his waiter outfit. Instead, he was naked, his muscular body looked like it had been cut from marble, his impressive manhood stiff, with a slight upturn.

"Jack!" Jezzy squealed. "You gave me the beans!"

"Indeed I did."

"Thank you so much for that."

"You're very welcome."

"Did my miserable blind date, Chet, give you a good tip?"

"I don't know. I think he's still there, talking as if you hadn't left. Something about Love in the Time of Cholera."

Jezzy laughed. Chet had moved on from Russian literature to Columbian.

"Well, perhaps I can tip you later," Jezzy said, and winked. The wine, which she was drinking rather quickly, was making her feel warm and floaty. "Does Pan give every new person lessons?"

"Not every new person. I think he likes you. I know he thinks that you're special."

Jezzy smiled. She wanted to feel special. It's what she'd always wanted. Perhaps that was the cause of her selfishness in the first place. It was like a craving for her, the need to feel special. Wasn't every girl like that?

Jack fed her little chunks of cheese on small, herbed wafers. The food was delicious. Jezzy was beginning to feel like she never wanted to leave the castle.

"Does anyone live here with Pan?"

"Just his servants."

"Maybe I could be a servant. I like it here."

Jack threw his head back and laughed, his dark, wavy ringlets fell away from his forehead. "You'll never be one of Pan's servants."

"Why not?" Jezzy prickled, feeling suddenly blustery.

"Because you're too extraordinary. He likes you front and center. In the limelight. Not scurrying quietly about, trying not to be seen. That will never be you."

Jezzy considered this as she watched Jack pick up a pineapple chunk from a fruit plate.

"Do you find adequate sex partners at every one of Pan's parties? Partners who satisfy you?"

"I'm satisfied by satisfying my partners. But I can't come."

Jezzy was stunned. "You don't come? You don't want to have an orgasm?"

"I'd love to be able to orgasm. However, a terrible, wicked witch named Lucinda put a curse on me. I can get an erection, but I cannot orgasm. I can't feel any pleasure at all down there."

"Oh, no!" Jezzy whispered, mortified. Her heart went out to Jack. "That must be horrible. Whatever did you do to deserve such a punishment?"

"I made love to her daughters." Jack grinned. "All three of them. They were triplets. Absolutely adorable. I simply had to have them."

Jezzy giggled. Her head buzzing pleasantly. Then she frowned. "Still, that's quite a curse for what seems to be a very minor infraction. The witch was that protective of her girls?"

"No. She was that jealous." He smiled at her, his skin taking on a reddish hue. "I was supposed to take her on a date. When I arrived at her house, she wasn't home. But her daughters were, and when she finally arrived it got ugly."

"I'm sorry about that, Jack."

"It's my burden." He shrugged. "At least I can still get it up. But enough about me. How about you? You seem to be enjoying your stay in Phlegm."

"I am. I've had a very good time, and I've also learned a lot."

"About what?"

"About affection, and appreciation, and trust. I'm also discovering, while I'm here, that I'm rather selfish. I've been on so many terrible dates, but part of the blame is mine. No one can please me. It's a terrible affliction." She made her expression as serious as possible. "I don't know if I can be fixed."

"I don't know if I can fix you, Jezebel, but I know that I could please you."

"You are pleasing me right now," Jezzy said, leaning forward. "Maybe I could please you. Maybe, if the right woman were to come along…"

Jack looked suddenly sad. "No, my sweet. It's nothing to do with you. You're beautiful and sexy in every way. But this curse, it's unbreakable."

Jezzy frowned. "Nothing is unbreakable. There must be a way."

"If there is a way, I haven't yet found it," Jack said. "I've fucked for days straight. I've tried every position, every type of sex. Pills, potions, toys. I can stay hard as a rock, but I don't feel anything. No one can help me, I'm afraid."

"Did you apologize to the witch?"

"Of course. Candy. Flowers. Greeting cards. I even wrote her a poem."

"Really?" Jezebel loved poetry. "Can I hear it?"

Jack cleared his throat, then recited:

"I'm really, very sorry.

Let's have sex tomorry."

Jezzy frowned. "I can see why that didn't work."

"Actually it did. We made love the next day for fifteen straight hours. But she still didn't lift the curse."

"You sure she's a witch?" Jezzy asked. "Sounds more like a bitch."

"I suggested she go to counseling. That probably didn't help matters."

"No, probably not."

"So I wrote her another poem."

Jezzy opened her mouth to stop him, but he was already reciting.

"You're really hot, Lucinda,

I spy on you through the winda."

"Just … no."

He heaved a great sigh. Even his erection might have drooped a millimeter or so. "She's never going to lift this curse, and I'm afraid there isn't anything anyone can do about it."

Jezzy narrowed her eyes. One thing she couldn't bear was to be told she couldn't do something.

"May I at least try?"

"It will just frustrate us both. But I'd be happy to make love to you. I'd enjoy that, even if I have no feeling down there. I really do enjoy making women come."

Jezebel almost agreed, but the thought of her having multiple orgasms and Jack feeling nothing at all seemed incredibly selfish. Instead, she lowered her head and took his erect member into her mouth.

She sucked.

She licked.

She stroked.

He stood there, stoic, not making a sound. Jezebel realized it was very frustrating to be trying your best and getting no reaction.

Jack patted her head. "Don't blame yourself, Jezebel. I can tell you're very good. But the curse…"

She'd never seen an erect man so sad before.

"I, my dear friend Jack, will find a way to break this curse. This, I pledge to you," she said, buoyed by her resolve. "Now tell me where I can find this witch."

Jezebel Begins Her Quest

After bidding goodbye to Pan and her new friends (and promising she'd return as soon as she could), Jezebel left the castle and headed west for the much-feared Ghastlibad Forest.

"Is it called Ghastlibad because it is both ghastly and bad?" Jezzy had asked him.

"No. It was named after an ogre," Jack had said. "Artemis Forest."

Ghastlibad Forest turned out to be rather pleasant, with plenty of colorful trees all shaped like large cocks, and beds of small, bulbous mushrooms shaped like small cocks, and curved bushes shaped like Wilfred Brimley's mustache.

There were also other bushes, shaped like cocks.

Jack had wanted to go with her, but Jezzy had insisted on going alone. She didn't want any help, because she wanted this to be a fully unselfish act. Jezebel was going to break Jack's curse, no matter how many orgasms she had to have to do so.

Eventually she came upon a lovely stone bridge spanning a creek, and as she began to cross she heard the most beautiful singing voice. A tenor, lifting high above the trees. It was a song of happiness and of loss, of the celebration of the rising sun and of sorrow when it set, of the yearning in the hearts of those who dare, and the pity for those who never try. All sung to the tune of Ram It Up by the thrash metal band Stormtroopers of Death.

Jezzy stood on the bridge, and when the song ended she applauded politely, even though she had no idea who or where the singer was. In this magic kingdom it could have been the trees singing, or some strange invisible creature, or even the bridge itself.

"Who is applauding?" the voice said.

"My name is Jezebel. Where are you?"

"I'm under the bridge."

Jezzy leaned over the side, looking to the ravine below. "What are you doing under there?"

"I'm talking to you. Duh."

"I mean why are you under the bridge at all? Are you a troll?"

"Why would you say something mean like that?"

"I'm sorry… I'm new to this land, and from where I come from, I've heard stories about trolls who live under bridges."

"That's a prejudiced stereotype. There are all manner of creatures who live under bridges."

"Which manner of creature are you?"

"I'm a troll."

Jezebel frowned. "So you start flame wars on website forums to cause trouble?"

"That's an Internet troll. I'm a real troll. With warts and boils and covered with patches of hair. That's why I live under the bridge. I'm far too hideous to lay eyes on, so I hide here. My name is Eden."

"I've heard that trolls eat maidens. Is that true, Eden?"

"That's another stereotype. It's bad enough being ugly and having to live under a bridge, but when people continue to perpetrate bigotry like that, it hurts."

Jezebel felt her heart break. "I'm so sorry, Eden."

"Ever since I was turned into a troll by the wicked witch, Lucinda, I've been so very lonely."

"You were cursed by Lucinda, too? I'm looking for her."

"Why? She's most disagreeable."

"She cursed a friend of mine."

"She curses a lot of people. She is a witch, after all."

"Why did she turn you into a troll, Eden?"

"Because I wouldn't bed her. And now I'm condemned to live under this bridge until some fair maiden makes love to me."

It had been several pages since Jezebel had been in a sex scene, plus she was working on being less selfish, so she boldly stated, "I'll make love to you, Eden."

She heard the troll sigh. "You aren't the first maiden to say that. But they can never go through with it. I'm too terrible-looking."

"I can close my eyes. Or use a blindfold." Jezzy had enjoyed the blindfold at Pan's castle.

"That won't work. For the curse to be lifted, the woman has to respect me. That means keeping her eyes open, and not sleeping with me out of pity."

Jezebel had pity sex in the past. More times than she'd publicly admit. Bad blind dates that ended up with a sympathy blowjob. Unattractive men who had crushes on her in college. A beer too many at a party which led to quick and unfeeling sex in the coat room. Jezzy hadn't respected any of those men. And afterward, she hadn't respected herself. It hadn't been the noble self-sacrifice she'd hoped it to be, and while her partners had gotten off, Jezebel didn't feel they'd respected her, either. They'd gotten what they wanted and didn't care that she'd gone unsatisfied.

"Maybe if we get to know each other for a bit," Jezebel said. "We can learn how to respect each other. I really enjoyed your singing."

"So did other maidens. But my signing isn't enough. Once they see me, they no longer find me worthy. If I have no dignity, how can I expect anyone to respect me? Which is why I eat women."

Jezzy gasped. "You do eat women!"

"Sometimes, for hours," Eden said.

"That's atrocious!"

"I'll lick and suck and nibble on them, and I can even make some of them come. But they still don't respect me."

Jezzy blew out a breath. "So that's what you mean. I thought you meant really eat, like a snack."

Eden laughed, and it was musical. "That's ridiculous! And disgusting!"

"I'm so pleased to hear that."

"Everyone knows that trolls eat live goats."

Jezebel made a face.

"Kidding!" Eden quickly said. "Mostly we eat porridge. I have a pot of porridge, if you're hungry. It's nine days old, but some like it that way."

"Thank you, but I just ate. I think you should come out, so I can see you."

"I'd rather not."

"If you want me to respect you, you have to respect yourself, Eden. Be confident. Women love confidence."

"It's difficult to be confident when you look like a toad covered in dried vomit."

"Talk like that isn't making me want to sleep with you."

Another heavy sigh. "Very well, then."

Jezebel looked to the other side of the bridge, and a lumbering figure scaled the bank and stood before her.

Ugh. He did look like a toad covered in dried vomit. Boils and scabs and warts and other assorted bumps were everywhere, and he had more hair sprouting from his ears than most men had on their entire head.

But Jezebel was determined to see past that. Beauty was more than skin deep. If this was going to be more than just pity sex, she needed to respect Eden. That meant finding something about him she admired, rather than pitied.

"Wow," he said. "You're so beautiful, Jezebel. May I eat you?"

Jezebel almost winced, but held it in. The idea of that ugly face between her legs didn't turn her on one bit.

"Not right now, thank you," she said. His sad face became sadder. "But there is something I would like, if you don't mind."

"Of course, maiden Jezebel." He performed a theatrical bow. "I'm at your service."

"Can you sing me another song? You have such a beautiful voice."

"Certainly. I can sing about you if you'd like."

"About me?"

"Sure. I got mad freestyling skills."

Eden began to sing, a cross between the forlorn poetry of Jim Morrison and the electric intensity of Meatloaf. He sang of Jezzy's kindness, and selflessness, and beauty, and it hit her like an axe to her heart. For the first time ever, she understood why girls swooned over boy bands, and why groupies banged rock stars. It was such an intimate, intense, and arousing experience to be serenaded, that midway into the song, Jezebel got down on her knees and reached for Eden's pants, undoing the rope he used as a belt, pushing his tattered pants down to his ankles.

Happily, his cock wasn't covered with boils or warts like the rest of him was. In fact, it was quite nice. Long and heavy, it had a fat glans that she really wanted to swirl her tongue over.

Patience.

Jezzy started with her fingertips, skimming up the insides of his legs, from knee to thigh to hip.

Goosebumps broke out over his skin. He flexed, growing a little fatter, a little longer.

His voice changed, growing deeper and picking up an Isaac Hayes vibe.

Heat kindled between Jezzy's legs. Extending two fingers, she swiped the bottom of his sack, then up his underside, lifting his shaft, bringing her face close. His skin was velvety smooth to the touch, and before she reached the head, she curled her fingers around him, his thickness growing and pulsing with life.

"And now she's got her hand on my cock," he sang, voice deep and soulful, "and has made me hard as a rock."

When she reached his ridge, she stopped, then let each finger fall on the underside as if she was playing a piano. Tat-tat-tat-tat. Tat-tat-tat-tat. Soft and slow, in time with his singing.

He kept growing, kept hardening under her touch. As ugly as the rest of his body might be, his erection was beautiful. Strong. Thick. Responsive. And pointing straight up to the sky.

"Oh, my," Jezebel cooed, her exclamations sounding like the stylings of a backup singer.

She brought her face closer. For a troll who lived under a bridge, he smelled quite nice. Earthy and musky. But with a touch of something else. She breathed deeply.

"It's Axe body spray for trolls," he said, reading her mind. "Woodland Sexventure. I like it more than Funky Swampass."

"Keep singing."

"She's a dirty little whore," he continued, "who makes me beg for more."

Jezebel loved being sung to, but even more than that, she got really turned on when men talked dirty to her. It was somewhat shameful and embarrassing, but maybe that was part of the allure. Being called a slut and a naughty girl, and told in explicit detail how hot they thought she was and what they wanted to do to her, could really get Jezzy off when she was in the mood for it.

And she was definitely in the mood.

Jezzy grasped him at the root and stroked all the way to his tip. Then she licked her hand and stroked him, making his shaft slick, friction warming it up by several degrees as she pumped up and down.

"Sing dirty to me," she said.

He complied. He sang he wanted to lick her slit, suck her clit.

That she was a filthy skank, giving his cock a yank.

That she knows how to lick it, and he knew where to stick it.

That she needed to be fucked fast and hard, from behind.

That line didn't rhyme, but it was still a turn-on.

Jezebel stroked him faster, and then she gasped. Her whole body had begun to vibrate. The magic golden eggs still inside her apparently could sense she was heating up, and they began to buzz.

She ran her tongue along his length, just the tip, flicking and teasing, wanting to be the dirty girl he sang about, wanting to make him come all over her face and tits. She put her lips on his head, lightly raking her teeth across his foreskin.

"Please oh please oh please suck it…" he crooned.

Jezebel opened her mouth and took him inside, loving the feeling of his manhood, loving how his singing suddenly went up an octave, wanting to suck him deep into her throat.

Eden sang that her mouth was liquid silk, that he was ready to blow his load, that she was such a good little cocksucker.

Then she withdrew, her lips moving against the head of his erection, nibbling, slipping in a little swipe of her tongue.

"Beg for more." She blew lightly over him, taking tiny licks at the little slit in its center. He tasted salty, a hint of what was to come.

"Please. I'm begging you. You're a goddess. You make me feel so good. I'm going to spurt. You're going to make me spurt."

When he’d groveled enough, and she was so hot she couldn’t bear to tease him any longer, she slipped him inside her mouth and took him deep into her throat. Then, his length glistening, she fitted him between her breasts, cupping them close, capturing his cock between her two surging mounds.

Rising on her knees, she stroked upwards, the feathers of her party dress skimming against his sensitive skin. Her nipples tingled, hardening to points, and rasped against his rough belly, the sensation deliciously painful and pleasurable at the same time. His tip sank between her tits, then she moved down his length, and broke from her flesh, surging free.

All this sinking and surging was really getting Jezzy hot. Not only was she wet (really, when was she not wet in this story?) she was empty and aching and she didn’t know why.

Actually, she did.

"Do you want me to sit on your face?"

"Yes, please, oh god…"

She looked up at him, his troll features contorted in ecstasy, and Jezzy didn't find him hideous at all.

She found him dirty. A filthy man whore. An uncontrollable animal. The realization that she was about to get eaten out by a dirty, filthy troll was so hot that she practically came just thinking about it.

Suddenly she was being lifted up, her legs spread over the troll's wicked face.

She bent forward in a sixty-nine, her lips devouring his hard length. She moved her mouth up and down Eden's rod, using her tongue to torture him with long, luxurious licks. Then she tugged on his balls with one hand, while gripping his shaft with the other. She moved her lips up and down over the head of his cock, sucking and licking, his cries urging her on.

"Are you a dirty troll?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Does the dirty troll like getting sucked?"

"Yes. He also likes eating pussy."

Eden began with feather light licks to her hot, swollen bud, which strained forward, seeking his tongue. He then brought his mouth up and sucked her clit between his lips, between his teeth, and nibbled gently.

Jezebel moaned over his member, bobbing her head faster, and rocking her hips against his face. She made little pleasure sounds deep in her throat as she sucked on him, "mmmmph, mmmmph, mmmmph."

Eden pumped his hips upward, thrusting his manhood into her mouth. Jezzy relaxed her throat muscles and took him in deeper, swallowing him and releasing, swallowing and releasing.

"Oooooh Jezebel!"

"Mmmmmph," she replied, pumping her own hips downward more urgently. "Mmmmmph!"

Jezebel screamed in her throat, her mouth moving faster than ever over his dick as she came. Her body quivering and quaking in a glorious explosion of pleasure.

Eden thrust twice more and his own orgasm spilled into her mouth. Jezzy swallowed his hot seed, sucking even harder, seeking out every last drop as her own orgasm began to wane.

Eden lay on his back, his hands on her hips, gasping as if he'd just run a marathon. "Sweet Jupiter," he breathed. "That was simply magnificent. Thank you, Jezebel."

Jezzy rolled over onto the grass beside him, her breaths coming raggedly as she came down from her own release. "Outstanding, indeed. Thank you. I quite enjoyed that."

After a few moments of staring at the sky to collect herself, Jezzy glanced at Eden.

But the troll was gone.

Instead she was looking at a handsome young man with blonde hair and nary a blemish on his nearly perfect body. "Eden, you … you've changed."

Eden stared at his hairless, wartless hands, then touched his strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, and flowing hair. His eyes widened. "You did it, Jezebel! You broke the curse!"

"I respected and admired your singing," she said. "And dirty talk really gets me going. Oh, and your cock is way hot."

"So it wasn't pity sex. It was genuine."

"It sure was."

"What about you, lovely Jezebel? Still plan to go to the abode of the wicked witch Lucinda?"

"I do. I promised a friend that I'd do whatever it took to break the curse on him."

"Is this your boyfriend?" Eden asked.

"No, just a friend."

"Wow. What a selfless act," Eden said. "You're a very unselfish woman, Jezzy."

"Believe me, it's new. I'm not sure if it'll stick."

"Well, because you helped to break the curse Lucinda put on me, I owe you a favor. I'll help you obtain the potion that undoes curses."

"There is a potion?"

"Yes, of course. For every curse, there is a potion to cure it."

"Why didn't you take a potion to cure yourself?" Jezebel asked, incredulous.

"What's the fun in that?" Eden said. "That sixty-nine we just did was a lot better than a potion, wasn't it?"

"It was nice. But you seemed so sad and miserable as a troll."

"Being a troll wasn't so bad, really. I could eat porridge all day and never gain a pound. People avoided me, so I didn't have to endure boring social events. And, this may sound strange, but I kind of liked all those scabs. Maybe I could get Lucinda to curse me again."

"That doesn't sound wise," Jezebel said. "The man I'm helping, he can get hard but has no feeling in his penis and can't come."

"Sounds awful. But there's worse. I saw one fellow turned into a parrot. Horrible!"

"Why was he turned into a parrot?" Jezebel asked.

"Because Lucinda caught him peeking in her windows while yanking on himself. Now he must watch her have sex or pleasure herself from his cage."

"Why didn't he just ask her out? Knock on the door?"

"That's not his kink. He's a voyeur. So I suppose he got what he wanted. I wonder what it feels like to molt."

"Are you sure you want to take this risk, helping me?"

He reached over and caressed her cheek. "Of course."

Jezebel's eyes misted over. "Thank you, Eden."

He stood and pulled his pants up his long, muscular legs. Then he cinched the rope belt around his tight abs. "Let's get on our way. It will be dark soon, and we don't want to be in Ghastlibad Forest at night."

Jezebel Meets Ollie and Lucinda

As they drew deeper and deeper into the woods, the sky seemed to grow darker. Jezebel had the creepy feeling that they were being watched.

"How far is this place?" she asked Eden. "It seems like we've been on this twisty path forever."

Suddenly a flapping of wings sounded above them. Eden and Jezzy looked up, then fell backwards onto their butts.

Robin Goodfellow, the puck, flew down in front of them.

"Not you again," Eden said. "Haven't you done enough?"

"Not nearly, apparently," Robin said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Jezebel, what are you doing with this troll?"

"He's not a troll anymore. Besides, the only reason he ever was one in the first place was that wicked witch. She turned him into a troll because he spurned her advances."

Robin snorted and eyed Eden. "Is that what he said?"

"Yes." Jezzy eyed Eden. "You told me the truth, right?"

"Mostly," Eden said, his face scrunching up.

Robin rolled his eyes. "He and the witch have a thing for each other. He was turned into a troll for spurning her advances, that is true. But only because he had sex with all three of her daughters first, and he was too tired to get it up."

Jezzy looked at Eden aghast. "Is there a man around the beanstalk world who hasn't had sex with the witch's daughters?"

"Not likely," Robin said. "They are quite frisky. Dirty, dirty girls." His lips spread in a lecherous grin.

"And how would you know that?" Jezebel asked him, lifting her chin.

"I paid a visit to Lucinda's daughters. We had a pleasant ménage."

"Why hasn't she turned you into a parrot or a troll?" Jezebel asked.

"Because then I took one for the team and nailed Lucinda as well. In gratitude, she turned me into a puck. I quite like this form. I do get far more than my fair share of ass, I must say."

Jezzy sighed. "And I've had far more than my fair share of bullshit for one day, from the two of you. Enough. Are you going to help me get what I need to break my friend Jack's curse, or not?" Jezzy said, hands on feathered hips.

"Jack?" Robin said. "You are actually risking yourself for that dweeb?"

"He most certainly is not a dweeb. He's a very sweet, kind man, which is more than I can say about either of you two," Jezzy said. "On second thought, I don't need your help, either of you. I'll face the wicked witch on my own."

"Good luck with that," Robin said, and with a sweep of his hand, Jezzy's feather dress and mask were gone, and she was entirely naked. All that remained were the tie up shoes. "You can keep the shoes. I really love those on you. Now I have to go. I have another date."

"Ugh! It's a good thing this is a fairytale, or I'd be seriously worried about my health after having had sex with you, you man-whore!" Jezzy heaved a disgusted sigh and continued up the winding path. Robin's laughter following.

Before long, Eden caught up with her. "Wait. You really can't go there alone, Jezzy. It is dangerous."

"What do you care? You deceived me to get me to blow you!"

"Oh, come on. All guys do that."

Jezzy hesitated. "Good point. Okay, you can help me. But no more lies, fibs, tall tales or untruths."

"Those are all pretty much the same thing, but okay."

After a little while, the witch's cabin came into view. Dark, gnarled trees hung over the house, and a black cat lay on the front porch. Another, smaller cabin sat behind the first.

"Whose house in that one?" Jezebel asked.

"The triplets'. It's like a guest house. They are very comfortable there. Pretty decked out."

The smell of wood smoke filled the air, and smoke from a recent fire still billowed from Lucinda's chimney. Several bats flew out of the chimney and into the sky.

They approached Lucinda's abode and peeked through the windows. The rooms were dark with the ever gathering night, and they could see nothing but silhouettes of furniture.

"We're in luck. The witch and her daughters aren't back from gathering herbs for her potions. If she was here, we'd see her, dressed in a corset and wearing spike heeled boots. Sometimes she even likes to carry a whip."

She sounded kind of frightening, yet the way Eden described her, he seemed kind of excited.

"What does she do with the whip?" Jezzy asked.

"Ohh," he said, his eyes bright. "What doesn't she do with the whip!" He stared into the mist, and if she wasn't mistaken, his bulge seemed to be growing in his tattered pants.

"Ahh, okay," Jezzy said. "How do we get in?"

"Who goes there?" a deep voice intoned.

Jezebel started. "Oh my! Who is that?" she whispered to Eden.

"It's the door knob." Eden said, climbing the stairs.

"The what?"

"The door knob, silly." He took her hand and led her to the door. "Look."

A face made of wood regarded them with a stern look, the knob itself forming the face's nose. "Who goes there?"

Jezzy stared, dumbfounded. "I—I—"

"Eden. The witch's favorite troll. Please allow us entry, you knob, for we have brought herbs for her potions."

"I see no herbs."

Eden leaned over and whispered into Jezzy's ear. "He's onto us. You might have to do him."

"Do him?" Could he be saying what she thought he was saying? "You want me to have sex with a door knob?"

"He's the right height. Think of him as a glory hole."

"A glory hole?"

"A hole in a wall where a guy sticks his … never mind. Just bend over and back into him."

Jezebel frowned. This land of Phlegm was truly ridiculous. But since she'd promised to help Jack, and since she was still pretty wet from her tryst with Eden, she might as well give it a try.

She turned around, bent over, her breasts swaying, and pushed her bottom against the doorknob. "Is this really necessary?"

Eden laughed. "No. The door is unlocked."

"Eden!" she gave him a smack on the arm.

"It was hot. Keep going. I'd love to see you take him inside."

"That would be awesome," the doorknob agreed.

"Well, it isn't going to happen," Jezzy said. She stood up, trying to look annoyed, but she had to admit, the cool brass had felt pretty good.

Phlegm must be getting to her.

"How about a blowjob?" said the doorknob. "Think you could get your mouth around me?"

"She probably could," Eden said. "I speak from experience."

"Eden!" another smack.

"I've got a cousin who is a trailer hitch," the doorknob said. "You'd be surprised how often some bimbo sucks the chrome off of him. But me? Nothing."

"Don't people have their hands on you all day, twisting and tugging?" Jezzy asked.

"Oh, yeessssss." The knob shuddered. "It's wonderful."

Jezebel placed her hand on him and gave him a few twists while he moaned. Just for good measure, she rubbed her breasts against him, the cold making her nipples peak, and then they entered the witch's dark abode.

"We need light," Eden said. "Stay here."

He found wood next to the fireplace and placed two pieces on the dying embers. Within moments the flames came to life. The fire threw just enough light to see into the kitchen.

Jezzy waited next to the door, shivering. Outside, the door knob's chill had felt good. Now she was growing downright chilly. It was kind of fun being totally naked again, but she wished she still had her feather dress to keep her warm. She longed to stand next to a fire and warm herself.

"Dirty bitch!" A shrill voice shrieked within the room.

Jezebel jumped. "Heavens!"

"Dirty bitch!" The voice cried again.

Being called a dirty bitch was quite a turn on when she was already aroused. But when she was cold and uncomfortable, it was simply offensive.

"Look," Jezebel said into the dimly lit room. "I don't know who you are, but you're exceedingly rude."

"Yes, he is," Eden said, coming up beside her and rubbing his hands together. "That is Ollie. Lucinda's parrot. The one I told you about earlier."

"He just called me a dirty bitch," Jezebel said, indignant.

"He wants you to come closer, so he can get a good look at you. He's a voyeur, remember?" Eden walked to a corner of the room, where a large cage sat on a tall pole.

Jezzy followed, suddenly very conscious of the parrot watching the way her breasts swayed when she walked, the hardness of her nipples in the chill, the wetness glistening between her legs. She reached the parrot, his beady eyes devouring every inch of her.

"You are a very dirty bird." Jezzy said.

"Dirty bird!" Ollie shrieked, and bobbed his little blonde head up and down. "Dirty bird!"

Jezebel turned and scanned the room. "So tell me, dirty bird. Where does the witch keep her potions?"

"I'll break my parrot dick off in your ass!" Ollie cried.

Jezebel placed a hand on her forehead. "WTF?"

"Yes, he is a pervert. And not a lot of help. Just try to ignore him," Eden said to the right of her in the gloom. "I found some bottles."

"Shake those tits for me, baby!" Ollie screamed. "Let's see those puppies swing!"

"Oh, my God. Seriously?" Jezebel said. At first, the voyeurism was kind of hot. Now, with all these stupid comments, it was just ridiculous. "Why does she keep this thing?"

"Because she likes being watched," Eden said.

"If she likes being watched, why did she turn him into a parrot to begin with? Why not just let him watch through the window?"

"She likes foul birds," Eden said. "But then, all birds are foul. Get it? Like fowl spelled f-o-u-l?"

"Show Ollie the pink!" the parrot croaked. "Show Ollie the pink!"

"Maybe if you show him he'll shut up," Eden suggested.

"I'm not exposing myself to a bird. It's degrading."

"You're already kind of exposed."

She glanced down at her bare breasts. "I suppose you're right."

"Besides, your body is so hot."

And although Jezzy was still kind of annoyed with Eden for not telling her the whole truth about his experience with the witch, having this gorgeous man calling her hot was helping make up for the rude parrot.

"Bend over, tootsie! I got a dollar!"

Ollie, indeed, did have some cash in his beak.

"If I bend over, will you shut up?"

Ollie did that nodding thing that parrots do, his head bobbing up and down.

Jezzy sighed and bent over.

"Spread them wide! Spread them wide!"

"This is turning me on," Eden said.

Jezzy had heard of bird watching, but never of a bird who watched. She gave her hips a little wiggle, sending her breasts bouncing, and felt something drop onto her back.

The money. Ollie had tipped her.

"Change for a five! Change for a five!"

"I hate this bird," Jezzy said. "Let's get back to business."

Eden sighed.

Jezzie scanned through the assortment of bottles. "Okay. Let's see. What might cure not being unable to come?"

"Can't come? Eat a plum!" Ollie screamed. "Can't come? Eat a plum!"

"Would you stop that idiotic babbling, Ollie!" Eden shouted at the bird.

"Wait!" Jezzy said, spotting a bowl of huge, dark purple plums. They were the largest plums she had ever seen. "Ollie, do you mean these plums?"

"Dirty bitch!"

"Come on, Ollie, just tell me," Jezzy said.

"Only one way to find out," Eden said. He took a small bite of a plum. "Mmmmm."

"What are you doing?" Jezebel cried. "What if they're poisoned?"

"They're delicious! Try one!" Eden took a larger bite, and juice dribbled down his chin. "Mmmmm. Most scrumptious plum I've ever tasted. She must inject potion into these. What does Lucinda put in these, Ollie?"

"Can't miss with cat piss!" Ollie shrieked. "Can't miss with cat piss!"

Jezzy shook her head. "Sometimes, you just don't want to know."

Eden licked his lips and took another bite. "I don't care what's in them. They are sweet and succulent. She must add honey and slow cook them or something."

Jezebel looked down at Eden's member, hard and straining at the fly of his tattered pants. "Oh, my."

Eden grinned. "Come here, Jezzy."

She had to admit, she was tempted. Except for a brief brush with a doorknob, she hadn't had sex in quite some time. But the thought of the lecherous bird watching wasn't quite what she had in mind. Why couldn't the damn thing say something sexy?

The thud of footsteps sounded on the porch. Jezzy gasped. "The witch! She's here! Hide!" She scrambled under the table and crouched behind a chair.

The door opened, but Eden didn't move. Well, most of him didn't. His hand was moving just fine, stroking his member through his pants.

A woman with black, shaggy hair stepped into the house and froze. She wore a leather corset that hugged her narrow waist and lifted her generous, and very bare, breasts. Taking in Eden, her mouth dropped open. Her gaze fell to his hand, and a grin crossed her darkly gorgeous face.  Then she turned and called out the door. "Go back to your own house, girls. I'm tired."

Footsteps on the stairs, and the girl's voices and mischievous giggles sound through the air, then faded as they moved away from the house.

Jezebel held her breath.

"Well, what do we have here?" Lucinda said, an obscene smile crossing her strawberry lips. "It's my old friend, Eden. And no longer a hideous troll."

Eden didn't say anything, but a moan breached his lips.

"You look so delicious, Eden. I've missed you. However did you manage to break the spell?"

Jezebel quaked in fear beneath the table. If Lucinda saw her under there, she would definitely be cursed. Perhaps turned into a parrot, or a troll, or a doorknob, or who knew what? Her mind spun dizzily, trying to find a way to get out from under the table, steal a plum, and then escape the wicked witch's cabin.

"How did you turn back into this gorgeous piece of man-meant, hmm?" she asked again.

Jezzy strained her ears to hear how Eden would answer.

"Love," he said.

"Love?"

"I… love you, Lucinda. I think I always have."

The witch cackled. "You don't love me. You're just afraid of me."

"Not true! The first thing I thought of when I realized that your curse was broken, lovely Lucinda, was that you're the one I want to make love to. Your wild hair. Your spikey nipples. Your vicious whip. You're the one I've always wanted. And now I want you more than ever!"

Yes! Jezzy smiled. Keep going.

"Really?"

"I've been a naughty, naughty boy. Just look at how turned-on I am," he said.

Jezebel watched in horror as Lucinda's spiked heeled boots approached the table.

"I've always been fond of this table, Eden. I've fantasized about you taking me on it, many times."

"Dirty bitch!" Jezzy heard Ollie squawk. "Under the table!"

Jezzy's heart drilled against her ribcage. Shut up you idiot bird!

"No, Ollie. Not under the table. You won't be able to see us. I want Eden to give it to me on top of the table."

Jezebel clenched her teeth and prayed that Lucinda wouldn't find her. That blasted bird kept screeching, "Dirty Bitch! Under the table!"

"Oh, shut up, you nitwit! I'm busy." Lucinda leaned a hip on the edge of the table, her long legs spread. Looking up from her hiding place, Jezzy could see the witch wore no panties. And that she was neatly shaved and very wet.

"Come here, you bad boy."

Eden slowly approached.

"What are you afraid of, hotsuff? That I'll curse you again if you don't perform to my satisfaction?"

"It has crossed my mind," he said.

"Well, then. You'd better perform to my satisfaction. Lift me onto the table."

"Yes, Mistress." Eden did as she said, his powerful legs and straining fly right in front of Jezzie.

Lucinda's delicate hands came into view and untied the rope holding up Eden's pants. The tattered garment fell to the floor, revealing his erection. Then suddenly he cried out, and milky liquid spurted on the floor in front of Jezebel.

"That wasn't good, Eden. Not good at all." Lucinda's voice was edged with rage.

"Forgive me, lovely Lucinda. You are so beautiful, I couldn't help it!"

"Come here."

Eden moved closer to Lucinda, his pants around his knees. His limp member simply hung, as if asleep.

Now they'd be found out for sure!

Jezzy bit her bottom lip, thinking of what she could possibly do.

"Lucinda," Eden said. "Let me pleasure you, first. You are so beautiful, I'm certain that your taste will arouse me again. I'm overwhelmed and... Intimated by your loveliness."

"Excellent idea, Eden. But then, you'd better be ready. Or I'll be forced to turn you into a Porta-Potty."

"A Porta-Potty?"

"No pressure," the witch said, cackling.

Eden knelt so that his face was between Lucinda's legs, and close enough to see Jezebel hiding in the shadows beneath the table. "I'm sorry," he mouthed to her. His eyes were round with fear.

Wait!

Jezzy had an idea! An inspired idea! An inspired and pretty damn hot idea!

She quietly crawled forward. Gesturing with her hand for Eden to begin his work on Lucinda, she leaned in and took Eden into her mouth.

He responded immediately, hardening, growing. A moan of desire came from his throat as Jezebel moved her mouth over his shaft, taking him deep down into her throat and coming back up, sucking the head of his manhood, then circling it with her tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," Eden murmured. "Mmmmmmm."

"Suck it! Suck it!" Ollie opined.

"Ooooh yes," Lucinda moaned. "You obviously like my taste, Eden. I'm pleased." Her voice was throaty with arousal.

Jezebel continued, licking, sucking, now fingering his balls, gently kneading as she worked his steely length. Her body flushed with erotic excitement, and her abdomen tightened with tension. Jezzy felt herself grow wet, and she moved one finger over her sweet spot, swirling her finger as tiny bursts of pleasure shot through her belly. Almost cried out, then remembered Lucinda, who was moaning loudly on the table above her.

She wanted Eden inside of her so badly! She ached for it. Perhaps just for a minute. She was sure it wouldn't take her longer, so aroused was she. She felt like she could come any second.

She pulled her mouth away, and felt Eden's manhood thrust against her lips, chasing her mouth. Turning around, she positioned herself on all fours and backed into him as she'd done to the doorknob. Only this time, she tilted her hips up, opening herself, pushing at his stiff rod.

Still working Lucinda with his mouth, Eden thrust his hips forward, sheathing himself in Jezzy.

She tightened around him, feeling him slide to the hilt. She was so excited, so wet.

Eden began a slow thrust, and Jezzy used her elbows to prop herself up, matching him stroke for stroke as she moved her hips in time with his. She arched her back, her nipples grazing the floor. His balls slapped her with each hard thrust. The position made the magic eggs go into overdrive, and Jezzy felt herself quivering with the beginnings of an orgasm. Eden's manhood rubbed over it, and he shuddered and hardened inside of her.

"Oh!" Eden moaned, his words muffled. "Oh that's fantastic!"

"Yes! I am fantastic!" Lucinda's cries became louder. "I want you inside me!"

Oh no! Jezzy moved her hips faster, focusing on the sensations and feeling her hot, slick channel tightening with the first orgasmic contraction. The pleasure was blinding, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Spasms moved through her and her body flushed with heat.

"Now, Eden!" Lucinda cried. "Or I swear you'll be the newest toilet at Lollapalooza!"

Eden pulled out of Jezzy, who was still enjoying the last pulsations of her pleasure. She watched from underneath as he stood, his erection long and swinging and glistening with her juices. He grasped Lucinda's hips and shoved his full length into her. Lucinda's legs encircled his waist and her cries became one long scream.

Now! Grab the plum and get out of here before they finish! Jezzy thought. She moved to the other side of the table, then crept out from beneath it.

The bowl of plums was right next to Lucinda's head.

Eden watched her with panicked eyes. He reached out and grasped Lucinda's hands and yanked her into a sitting position.

"Hey!" she yelled. "I was really close, you dimwit!"

"I want to see your beautiful face up close as you release, Lucinda."

"Ooooh. Well, then. That's just fine."

Eden gestured urgently at Jezzy from behind Lucidna's back.

Jezzy wasted no time. She snatched a plum, then ducked beneath the table.

"On second thought," she heard Eden say. "I want to see your gorgeous back. I want to take you from behind, like an animal." He let out a growl.

Lucinda giggled. "Eden, you are a wild, dirty dog!"

"Dirty dog! Dirty dog!" yelled Ollie.

Jezzy waited as Lucinda's feet came down upon the floor and faced her. Eden's feet came around Lucinda's and his legs bent as he slipped into place and jammed his shaft home.

"Ooooh yeeeessss!" Lucinda cried. "Yeeeesss!"

Jezzy snuck out from beneath the table once more, passing Lucinda and Eden's legs. Gripping the plum in her hand and hoping that Lucinda wouldn't turn around, she quietly tip-toed to the door.

She turned back toward Eden, who nodded at her, his expression ecstatic.

"Did you like being a troll?" Lucinda said.

"Yes, Lucinda."

"Call me Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress!"

"When we're done I'm going to turn you into a goat. A horny goat."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Do you really love me?"

"I love you, Mistress."

Jezebel studied his face, his excitement at sex with Lucinda plain as day, and realized he might actually be telling the truth.

And why wouldn't he be? How many wrong guys had Jezzy fallen in love with? Apparently Eden and Lucida had some sort of S/m thing going on. Maybe this was a game they'd been playing for a long time.

She thought about that for a moment. All her life Jezzy had been searching for love. And she had loved men. But it hadn't been enough. Love alone didn't make for a good relationship.

But if there was more than love, if there was also mutual affection and appreciation and trust and respect, and if she could stop being so selfish, so needy, and instead find fulfillment meeting the needs of another, and trust him to do the same for her, then maybe she could find her happy ever after.

It was certainly something to think about.

Jezebel crept out the door to the sound of Ollie shrieking "Give it to her! Give it to her!"

As Jezzy made her way past the cottage, she noticed three young women, identical to one another, heading down a path toward a stream. Each was shaped like an hourglass, with pumpkin orange ringlets framing apple cheeks and beatific smiles. Robin Goodfellow was lounging on an old, fallen tree, stroking his enormous manhood, wearing nothing but a grin. The girls giggled as they approached him, their dimpled bottoms jiggling merrily.

Robin spotted her and winked, beckoning her to join them.

Jezzy smiled and shook her head and continued into the trees. She'd had enough excitement for a little while. But Jack was right. The triplets were adorable!

Back at Pan's Castle

Jezzy was certain that she was lost. She'd doubled back the way she'd come, following the twisty vine back through the woods, but she was terrible with direction, and when she'd come to a three pronged fork in the road, she'd chosen the one to the furthest right. On the corner of that road sat a sign which said, "Shortcut to Pan's castle."

"Well, that certainly makes things easier," she said. "Thank goodness."

Jezzy followed the path over the moat and to the steps in front of the castle. Lance and Michael were back at their posts on either side of the door, grinning happily.

"Jezebel," Michael said.  "Pan awaits. You flew out of the castle so quickly, he wondered if you would be returning."

"There was something I needed to do," Jezzy replied.

"Go on in, Lance said. Pan will be thrilled that you're back. He's been on the verge of tears since you left."

Jezzy blinked. "Really? Wow."

"Everyone has missed you. Including my brother and me."

Michael nodded. "But you look different, Jezebel."

"Robin took back his feather dress. He's kind of a dick."

"I meant you look more confident. More at ease," Michael said.

Lance nodded. "Like you've found a sense of purpose."

"Well, I suppose I have. You can really tell?"

The twins nodded. "You were beautiful before. But now you're absolutely radiant. Please, come inside."

They opened the door and Jezebel stepped into the castle. A soaring, delightful sound was coming from Pan's Syrinx, and as she entered the ball room, Jezebel was greeted with the welcoming sight of an orgy in progress.

When Pan's amber gaze caught sight of Jezebel, he smiled and called out to her.

"Jezebel! Welcome back!"

Jezebel was pleased to see him again, but she also anxiously began to scan the crowd for Jack.

"Come here, dear girl. You are positively glowing. Where were you?"

"I needed to go to witch Lucinda's house to get the antidote to break the curse on Jack. You know about his... condition, I assume?"

The great Prince lowered his horned head. "I do. And were you successful in your quest?"

"I was," Jezebel responded.

"Ah.  I'm impressed, Jezebel. You ventured to the wicked witch's house, putting aside your fears and throwing yourself into danger for the sake of someone else. You've shown that you are an unselfish person and lover."

Jezebel smiled. "Thank you. It's been enlightening."

"Well, this is a fairytale, so why don't you beat the readers over the head with the moral of the story?"

"I'm afraid I don't have one yet. I've learned that I mustn't be so selfish, and that a good relationship requires mutual understanding and patience. Both partners must be loving, trusting, and caring, and they must appreciate and respect one another."

"Wow," Pan said. "And you found all of that out in just seventy pages, in between all of those lengthy smut scenes?"

Jezzy nodded.

"But you said you haven't found the moral yet."

Much as she liked talking to Pan, and being in his company (even though at that moment it was a bit placating), she really needed to keep her promise and help Jack.

"Well, the story isn't quite over," Pan said when she didn't respond. "So until then, I grant you one wish. Anything you like. Do you have a wish?"

"I do," Jezebel answered.

Pan tilted his head to the side. "And what is that, pretty Jezebel?"

"I want for you to turn Syrinx back into a mermaid so that she can go back to the moat, where she belongs."

Pan's eyes widened in surprise, and his mouth dropped open. "But my Syrinx, it's what I use to bring people happiness and arousal."

"You can do that with any instrument. Happiness and arousal comes from within. You've taught me that yourself, Pan. You know this to be true. You need to let go of your selfishness and release Syrinx back to her sisters."

Pan lowered his horned head and thought for a long moment. "Very well." He snapped his fingers and the Syrinx vanished, replaced by a lovely, red haired mermaid sitting on his lap.

"Syrinx, you are beautiful," Pan said, a tear slipping from his eye.

She slapped Pan's face, hard. "You are a very naughty prince!"

He nodded. "Indeed I am."

A sly smile crossed the lips of the mermaid. She gently caressed the prince's cheek where she'd slapped him. "But I like it. I have needs that I demand you see to."

Pan grinned. "Of course."

"Allow me to blow you for a while, my prince."

She immediately began to devour Pan's engorged member.

Jezebel turned toward the crowd and searched for Jack, and then found him at the back of the room, a gentle smile on his face.

Jezebel felt her heart swell. It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever known before. It was more than affection or trust or respect or even love.

It's need. I need him.

She turned around, lifting her arms into the air, and fell backwards into the crowd. A multitude of hands and arms broke her fall, and began moving her from the stage toward Jack.

When she finally reached Jack, the hands set her down in front of him. She held out the plum before Jack and said, "I just want you to know that if this plum doesn't work, I'll still keep my promise. I'm not going to give up on you, ever."

"No one has ever gone to such lengths for me, Jezebel." His eyes became glassy. "I love you."

"But do you need me?" she said, hopeful.

Because that was indeed the moral of the story. Two people could like each other, respect each other, trust each other, and love each other. But it was only when they needed each other that the relationship could truly work.

"Yes, I do, Jezebel. I need you."

"Oh, Jack."

"I need you like the trees need the sunshine, and fish need water, and deer need salt licks, and—"

"Just shut up and take a bite," Jezebel said.

She held the plum to his lips, and Jack scowled. "Smells like cat piss."

"But it works!" Jezzy said. "Now take a bite!"

Jack hesitated, then plugged his nose with one hand and brought the plum to his mouth with the other. He took a large bite.

"Mmmmm," he said, juice dribbling down his chin. "It's delicious!"

Jezebel watched as his erection grew.

"It's working!" he said. "I can feel again!"

Jack threw the plum aside and pushed Jezebel up against a wall, lifting her bottom high as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Ooooh. Jack!"

She cried out as he entered her, sliding in deep. "Oooh my!"

Jack hiked Jezzy higher up on the wall, and ground against her mound as he thrust into her. He moved painfully slowly, pausing to grind erotic, delicious circles onto her wet pussy, and then moving up and down, dipping his pelvis upward with fast, bullet-like movements.

Jezebel felt like she was in heaven, and she looked deep into Jack's eyes and captured his lips in a long, dreamy kiss. His tongue explored her mouth as he gazed back at her, locking her in the moment with him. She moved her hands over his back as he thrust into her, then slowed and pressed his pubic bone against her clit, his cock dancing inside her.

She locked her ankles more tightly together and squeezed her eyes shut as the climax began shivering within her.

"Look at me, Jezebel," he grunted. "What do you see?"

Jezzy searched Jack's eyes. "I see a man who loves me."

"Yes," he whispered. "And do you know what I see?"

"What," Jezzy heard herself say, as if from far away. The sensations were taking over, and it was hard for her to hold off much longer. "What do you see?"

"I see a woman who loves herself," Jack said, and smiled.

Realization dawned on Jezzy just as her orgasm began taking over her body. Yes! That had been it along. She loved herself enough to be able to love others, and allow others to actually love her back.

Selfishness was not self-love. It was blindness.

Now she could see! For the first time in her life, she felt love and felt loved.

And boy, did she love feeling loved. Her body shuddered and she quivered against Jack as a blinding orgasm sang through her. Every cell came alive, and she felt as if she were bursting. As she rode the climax, she saw Jerry, the mischievous forest imp, thrusting into Peony on the stage. She was on all fours, her head bobbing on Robin, who stood before her. Nerah was restrained on the velvet sofa, enjoying one in a line of suitors awaiting their turn.

In fact, everyone was engaged in some kind of sexual play.

Except for Pan, who sat back on his throne, finally looking utterly and completely spent, his erection at half-mast.

"I'm not done with you yet, Pan!" Syrinx said, standing on his arm rests and grinding her pelvis into his face. "Play me!"

He did, and Syrinx began to moan, eerily similar to when she was a flute. It enraptured the crowd.

As Jack plunged upward, his body stiffening as he screamed out, Jezzy felt another orgasm sweep over her. They held each other tightly, and Jezzy felt as if she were melting into Jack. He pushed deeper and deeper into her as he moaned into her mouth. Jezzy's climax was long and sweet, and so intense that for a moment she forgot her own name.

When they finally fell against each other, Jack still holding Jezebel up against the wall, she felt him smile against her shoulder. "That," he gasped, "was absolutely outstanding."

"Yes," Jezebel said. "But I think it's time to go."

Jack pulled away from her shoulder and his face was stricken when he looked at her. "You're leaving?"

"Yes," Jezebel said. "You're coming with me, right?"

Jack's face broke into a smile. "Of course. So what next? Moving in? Getting a joint bank account? Registering a China pattern at Macy's?"

"Let's play it by ear," Jezebel said.

Jack held her hand and they were walking to the exit when a booming voice bellowed, "PAN SAYS…!"

Jezzy and Jack stopped and looked at each other. Both grinned.

"Well, I suppose we can stay a little a while longer," Jezebel said. "After all, when in Phlegm…"

The End.

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