Submissive Fairy Tales

Submissive Fairy Tales

Kitty Thomas

Language: English

Pages: 214

ISBN: B0086KPOMK

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Submissive Fairy Tales

Kitty Thomas

Language: English

Pages: 214

ISBN: B0086KPOMK

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


“Kitty’s writing is a beautifully obscene comfort.” -Claudia D. Christian, author of Suicide Doll

“Thomas writes with a passion and purpose so pure she makes her readers live and breathe every word.” - Emma Petersen, author ofReign of Pleasure

This work is meant for a mature, audience.

Enter a world of mythological places, mermaids, king's harems, dragon-like beings, and gypsies—a world of erotic domination and submission in times and places far different from our own. Submissive Fairy Tales is a collection of previously published novellas by Kitty Thomas: The Auction, Awakening, and The King's Pleasure.

The Auction

Belle Walker lives in a strict society where women are treated as property, sold to the highest bidder soon after their eighteenth birthday. The monsters outside the city have promised to leave them in peace, but one of them is intent on having Belle as his own.

Awakening

Nerina has lived all her life as a mermaid, fascinated by humans and land but also repulsed by sex and unable to understand love. Her curiosity gets her captured by a human male intent on awakening her lust and turning her human. 

The King's Pleasure

In the kingdom of Himeros, Abigail is despised for her gypsy heritage. Pushed to the fringes of society, she’s forced to break the law in order to help feed her family. When a castle guard catches her stealing bread, he intends to cut off her hand for the offense, but the King has other plans.

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slept, unmolested by further disturbances. Morning came too quickly and I sensed a presence beside the pool. I opened my eyes and swam to the surface. Kyros still wasn’t clothed. He sat on the concrete edge and dropped his legs in. I’m not sure why I’d thought of the pool as a safe haven from him. It wasn’t that deep, and surely he’d been in it before. Why else would he have it? To keep mermaid pets? Definitely not if it hadn’t been filled with seawater. He lowered himself the rest of the way

in and started to do laps. I was surprised he could swim, and so well. I could understand why they’d avoid it in the ocean. With the sharks and sea monsters, it’s a lot to deal with for someone who doesn’t have to for survival. Or maybe they sometimes swam close to land, and I hadn’t noticed them. I watched his legs kicking out as he smoothly traveled through the water. Finally I surfaced to watch from above. After about twenty minutes of laps he stopped and stood in the shallow end of the

He urged me on harder and harder until finally something happened. It was like an explosion. I couldn’t hear it, except for the low, masculine groan, but I could see it as something shot out of him, coming to rest on his stomach. Then that frightening and fascinating part of him went limp, as if it were tired. While he seemed to be satisfied, I was far from it. I had a new need forming that I didn’t have a word for. It felt like being itchy on the inside with no way to reach it to satisfy the

for me!” The king seemed more unstable by the minute, just another shade, another flavor, of evil, no better than his gypsy-killing father. She tried not to think about his hands on her the night before, or just moments ago in court. She couldn’t let herself react sexually to such a man. “I didn’t realize your family would have a problem, but I understand your shyness better now. You will get over it. I won’t be more lenient just because you were raised in a repressed environment. That nonsense

self-delusional mental talk got my hands moving to the straps of the dress. I managed to still the shaking enough to let them fall off my shoulders, and then the dress fell in a whoosh. He tilted his head to the side, perplexed by the slip I wore, as if he didn’t expect more than one layer of clothing—nor could he determine the purpose of such. Sure they were smarter than us. If they couldn’t grasp layers and tears, my money was on my own species’ intelligence. “Take off the rest,” he said, his

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