After Midnight: An Erotic Cinderella Story
This sweet little story takes place after the ball, following Cinderella and her prince as they search each other out and consummate their relationship. Fun and sexily twisted, this fairy tale is definitely for our adult audience! More
When the clock struck twelve Cinderella's fairy godmother's magic ended...or did it? The beautiful gown and pumpkin coach may have reverted to their former selves, but Aubriella and her prince certainly didn't.
This sweet little story takes place after the ball, following Aubriella and Prince Edward as they search each other out and consummate their relationship. Fun and sexily twisted, this fairy tale is definitely for our adult audience!
I paced the expanse of my bedroom in quick lines, awaiting the return of my man with news of the girl. I cradled the beautiful slipper in my hands, glass. What had I just witnessed? The girl I'd danced with had worn a beautiful blue gown, but as I'd descended the stairs after her it had changed to pink. The gossamer silk shredding to a cheap satin. And the shoe! Who on earth would choose glass as a shoe? Who indeed!
Aubriella. The name meant nothing to me.
I had turned to go back up the stairs just as Higgins, my right hand man exited the ball, the guards holding the party guests gently within so as not to swarm me. When I had met him at the top of the stairs and asked him where she'd hailed from he could remember only that she had been announced as the Duchess of Faeryn.
Such a place didn't exist, save in fairy stories. After watching the strange magical enchantments–the gorgeous sky-blue gossamer dress spreading to pink, shrinking and shredding before my eyes and, stranger yet, the carriage, a glowing moon-white turning orange like the chameleon in my father's zoo–I wondered, “Have I been captured by a fairy?”
My father had tried to convince me to give other maidens at the ball a turn, but I was done. I'd never felt such a connection to a person in my life. Never felt such a draw. It was as though we were sewn together at our edges and now the strings between us were pulling, threatening to break. In addition, I wanted her.
I wanted her.
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