Erotic Desert Fairy Tales

"Little man, little man," she whispered, "are you at home tonight, and are you receiving visitors?" His penis began to harden and rise. "Oh," she exclaimed, "I am so glad to see you!" Gently, she surrounded his glans with her lips, and ran her tongue once around its perimeter. When she released it, it swelled and took on the shape of a human head. "May I kiss you on your mouth?" she asked. His penis jumped in response. She smiled broadly, puckered her lips, and gently kissed his meatus. His penis jumped again, this time more violently. Quickly, she tightened her grip on its root. "No, no, no, my love. Not yet. First you must talk to me. If you will be a good boy and be patient, and answer all of my questions, I promise that I will release you and make you very, very happy."

The instant her lips had touched the boy's glans, from his legs all the way to the top of his head, an electric thrill had run through him. Pressing his hands against the witch's buttocks, he arched his back, pushed his head into the pillows, opened his mouth, and gasped, "Oh!" repeatedly.

For two blissful hours, the witch interrogated his penis. Each time it prepared to spurt, she tightened her fingers, constricting the nerves and vesicles. The boy thrashed beneath her, moaning in tortured pleasure. Finally, she reached for a bowl that was sitting on the night table, placed it over the tip of his penis, and released the pressure on his shaft. A glistening white stream poured out slowly from his meatus. His penis pulsed again and again, releasing more and more of the viscous fluid. Smiling with satisfaction, she continued to murmur, "I love you," to his penis, as it jumped up and down repeatedly. Eventually, the flow of semen slowed to a trickle. His erection subsided, and his glans resumed its normal shape. The boy was exhausted, and quickly fell asleep.

He awakened the next morning to find the witch lying on the bed between his legs. Languorously, she was sucking his testicles while stroking his penis. As his body stirred, she raised her head, crawled to his side, kissed him, and laid down beside him.

"Guided by your penis, I projected my mind into your groin and searched for the tumor. Eventually, I found it, and discovered that it was attached to the wall of your seminal vesicle by a single thin ligament. Each time your body began to climax, just before I squeezed the root of your penis in order to suppress your orgasm, I observed that the increasing pressure of your semen and prostate fluids caused the tumor to lurch back and forth violently, stressing the slender anchor that was holding it fast. It seemed to me that a lengthy series of violent orgasms might weaken the cord sufficiently to enable the following orgasm to break it. In that case, the tumor might be pushed out of your meatus by the force of your emissions.

"The challenge now was to identify a woman who possessed sufficient stamina to perform this service. I thought of many candidates, but, in each case, upon reflection, for one reason or another, I found her to be unsuitable. During these ruminations, because of the enormous amount of mental energy that I had expended in order to project myself into your body and then remain there for hours, eventually I tired and fell asleep. It was then that Mother Bee appeared to me in a dream, and instructed me to send you to her. She told me that when you arrive at her hive, she will subject you to a rigorous and painful ordeal, during which you will need to show integrity, courage, and stamina. She said that if you survive, she will take you to the honey bear women.

"The bear women once lived in a nearby palace. All three had been gifted by Mother Panther with exquisite sexual skills. Men who undertook a pilgrimage to their castle were rewarded with three nights of sexual bliss, during which the sisters took turns performing esoteric sexual delights upon them. Word of their prowess spread and eventually reached the western desert. Unfortunately, this region is inhabited by a cult that believes in only one god. This intolerant deity disapproves of all things sexual. The monotheists convinced themselves that the women were luring men to their doom, and pressured the high priest to do something. He dispatched his temple guards to abduct them. Then, under his orders, the clerics raped and tortured the women and prepared to burn them at the stake. But they escaped.

"They arrived home, exhausted and starving, only to find that the palace had been burned to the ground. They were about to give up all hope when they caught sight of a gigantic black honey bear ambling into the woods. In desperation, they followed him. Eventually he emerged in a clearing in the midst of which was a huge tree. Hanging from one of the branches was a gigantic beehive. Ignoring the large bees that swarmed around him, the bear tore off a chunk of honeycomb, and happily sucked out all of the honey. Then, licking his paws, he disappeared into the undergrowth.

"The women kneeled at the foot of the tree and entreated the bees to help them. When Mother Bee heard their story, she took pity on them and allowed them to eat their fill of honey. Then, so that, thenceforth, they would be capable of defending themselves, she endowed them with warrior skills. Because the honey bear is known to be affectionate toward its loved ones but fierce toward its enemies, and because it delights in sucking honey, the women chose it as their totem animal. They arrayed themselves in bear masks and attached bear claws made of steel to their hands.

"They have the power to heal you."

The witch rose from the bed, poured his semen into a wide-mouthed bottle, sealed it, and handed it to him. Then, with a wave of her hand, she rematerialized his sword, and returned it to him.

"In the next valley to the south, there is a land that is inhabited by giant animals. There, you will find Mother Bee." He bowed and thanked her. Then he turned, walked out of her chambers, through the cave entrance, and into the sunlight.

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It was late afternoon when he entered the bee mother's valley. Immediately, he heard the thrumming of an active beehive. Following the sound, he emerged into a small clearing that contained a gigantic tree. Hanging from one of its limbs was a huge beehive that was being tended by giant bees. Suddenly, a colossal mantis emerged from the bushes and advanced upon the hive. The bees attacked it, but their stings were unable to penetrate the mantis's chitin armor. The blond boy drew his sword and lopped off one of the mantis's legs, which caused it to tumble onto its side, exposing its vulnerable throat. Evading the mantis's snapping mandibles, the boy drove his sword into the animal's neck. It shuddered, collapsed, and died.

The bees surrounded him and fixed their compound eyes upon him. In order to signal submission, he sheathed his sword, lowered his head, and kneeled in the grass. The sea of bees parted, and, from the hive, the bee mother emerged.

"I am Mother Bee," she said. "Have you brought me an offering?" The boy rose and uncorked the ceramic bottle. Mother Bee extended her proboscis into it and drank. Then she bent her abdomen, bringing her tail forward, and positioned her sting in front of his face. He understood and obeyed. Opening his jaws, he allowed her venom to drip into his mouth. A most terrible pain mounted swiftly in his throat and spread quickly throughout his body. He felt as if he were afire. His throat swelled. Tears and perspiration poured down his face. With great effort, he managed to remain upright. But eventually, consciousness drained away from him, and he collapsed.

Dimly, he felt a cooling breeze running over his face and heard the droning of hundreds of wings. He opened his eyes, and discovered to his astonishment that he was rushing through the air high above the treetops. Looking up, he saw that Mother Bee was cradling him in her legs. At last, she descended and gently placed him on the ground outside a mountain cave.

"The bear women eat nothing but honey," she said. "It is the source of their power. They will seduce you, and, after you have fallen asleep, they will attempt to kill you; but my venom will protect you." She placed one of her forelegs on his head and gave him her blessing. Then she rose into the air and, accompanied by her protective host, flew back to the valley of giants.

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The blond boy turned and approached the entrance of the cave. It was blocked by a gigantic marble door upon which were carved erotic scenes that depicted women performing the most exquisite carnal delights upon their men. To the right of the doorway there was a tall oaken frame from which a bronze gong had been suspended. Hanging by its side was a bronze hammer. The boy removed the hammer from its hook and struck the gong three times. When its reverberations subsided, he waited patiently for a response. None came. He tried a second time, and then a third. Nothing.

He approached the massive portal again. With his hands, he probed its perimeter thoroughly, searching for a hidden latch or mechanism that, when pressed or pulled, might open the door. He found none. Puzzled, he sat upon the scree at the base of the mountain and pondered. Three women. Endowed with warrior skills. Strong, no doubt, but even three men would have been unable to raise the door. There must be a simple way of opening it. He ruminated until his head ached, scanning and rescanning the door, searching for anything anomalous. At last he notice that in the background of each scene there was a carved stairway. With mounting interest, he realized that it ascended diagonally from the lower rightmost to the upper leftmost picture. Moreover, if the frames around the scenes were ignored, the stairway would be continuous. It seemed to him that a moderately athletic man or woman could ascend the stairs by using its steps as a sequence of handholds.

Leaping upward, he obtained a grip on the first step and by pulling himself, hand over hand, from one tread to another, quickly reached the top of the door. There, tucked into the face of the mountain so that it could not be seen from below, was a stout lever. When he pulled it, the door slid silently into an excavated pocket. He dropped to the ground and stepped inside the cave. As he waited for his eyes to acclimate themselves to the gloom, the door slid closed behind him. To his great surprise, instead of being plunged into utter darkness, he found himself bathed in a soft blue grow that emanated from the ceiling. Looking up, he saw that the roof of the cave was covered with pinpricks of cerulean light.

Dropping his gaze, he meticulously surveyed the cave's interior. Never had he seen such a sumptuous, elegant chamber. The walls were lined with mahogany panels embedded in ebony frames. The north wall, from floor to ceiling, was occupied by a carved mahogany bookcase that contained hundreds of books and scrolls. Oil lamps perched on intricately worked bronze fixtures were mounted at regular intervals along the walls. Large sections of the paneling were covered in fabulous tapestries, within which gold and silver threads scintillated in the blue light, outlining major features of the pictures they contained. Spices and incense smoldered in carved gilded dishes that were distributed on the tables. Gleaming tabletops sat upon finely carved wooden skirts and legs that were made of teak, ebony, and oak. Thickly upholstered chairs, divans, and loveseats were arrayed on fine Persian carpets that sat in front of large marble fireplaces. In the center of the room stood a long dining table surrounded by four plush chairs. On the south wall, a door opened upon a hallway that led to a massive kitchen, a large pantry, and a chamber that housed an underground spring. On the east wall, an ornately carved and decorated staircase led upward and through a doorway that was set in an ebony portal.

The blond boy mounted the stairs, and found that they led to an enormous boudoir, as beautifully appointed as the great room from which he had just emerged. At the center of the room was a circular bed, big enough to sleep as many as four or five people. Its bedclothes were made of the finest silks, satins, and linens. Its tall canopy was draped with colorful tapestries. Supporting the mattress was a stout iron frame to which a lattice of steel springs had been riveted. Oddly, the mattress seemed to be pierced at the center by an ebony post. As he drew nearer, he realized that it was a large, circumcised penis made of polished black marble. Draped along its base was a pair of commensurately large marble testicles. The shaft of the penis curved realistically, making the whole affair look like a huge erection.

The blond boy sat on the edge of a red velvet footstool and thought. "The honey bear women will seduce you," Mother Bee had said. "And, after you have fallen asleep, they will attempt to kill you." As he explored the cave, he had been pondering how he could coax the bear women into pleasuring him repeatedly, without being helplessly unarmed when they attacked. Abruptly, he stood up and walked toward the bed. He removed his scabbard and sword, and pushed them completely between the springs and the mattress, with the handle of the sword outermost. He climbed onto the bedclothes near the edge of the bed, laid on his back, and practiced reaching over the side, under the mattress, and drawing the sword. Satisfied, he rose, walked down the stairs, crossed the entrance chamber, and stood before the massive marble door. On the wall to the right was another lever, similar to the one that he had found outside. He pulled it, and the door slid open once again. Squinting in the orange light of the setting sun, he stepped outside. The door slid shut behind him.

Close nearby was a thicket of scrub trees and bramble. He parted some branches, wedged himself inside the thicket, and began to force his way through. Thorns gripped his clothing and dug into his flesh. As he pushed and twisted, they tore the fabric of his tunic and trousers, and cut long, bleeding gashes in his skin. Struggling out of the undergrowth, he found a swampy patch of ground, and rubbed mud onto his face and hands. By using a large puddle as a mirror, he was able to survey the results of his efforts. He looked like a peasant who had fallen on hard times, who had lost his way and had been struggling all day to find a way out of the forest. He walked back to the cave entrance, turned, and sat in the gravel with his back pressed against the centerline of the marble door.

Suddenly he heard the sound of breaking branches. Feigning exhaustion and delirium, he allowed his head to droop to the side, half closed his eyes, and breathed heavily. Out of the undergrowth stepped a spectacular nubile woman who was brandishing a spear. Her face was partially concealed behind a mask that looked like the snout and upper face of a black bear. Slung low on her hips were a pair of tight fitting black leggings. Her feet were protected by laced leather sandals. Surrounding her right ankle were three gold rings. Her hands, arms, and shoulders were covered in a form-hugging black blouse that surrounded and enhanced her naked breasts. Strapped to each wrist was a gauntlet from which five steel bear claws projected forward over her hand. Following her closely was a tall woman with a robust body, who was carrying a large piece of honeycomb that was filled to the brim with honey. She was dressed identically to the first woman, except that her mask and clothing were gray. Her hands, too, were surmounted by a formidable set of steel claws. The last to emerge was a curvaceous woman arrayed in a similar bear ensemble that was dark brown in color, who also was carrying a large chunk of honeycomb.

Upon catching sight of him, the brown and gray bear women dropped their burdens and each drew a sword from a scabbard that she had strapped across her back. With their sister, they ran silently and swiftly to the hillside, and surrounded the blond boy. "I seek the protection of this household," he said weakly. After a moment's hesitation, the gray bear woman reached into a

pouch strapped to her belt and threw a handful of blue pollen into his face. Immediately, he fell into a deep slumber.

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When he awakened, he found himself lying on the circular bed. He shifted over the edge, and slowly stood upright. Across the boudoir, there were three tall mirrors, each set in a carved frame that pivoted on a wooden stand. Standing before one of them, he discovered that he had been washed carefully from head to toe; his wounds had been cleaned, disinfected, and bound

in white gauze; and he had been dressed in fine clothing. Carefully, he surveyed the room. The women were nowhere to be seen. Their weapons and bear claws were hanging on a wall near the canopy. Crossing to the bed, he lifted the edge of the mattress and found, to his great relief, that his own sword was still in place.

From the great chamber below, he heard laughter and conversation and the bustle of an evening meal; but the talking and laughter ceased when he descended the staircase. Seated at the dining table were the honey bear women. They had removed their masks and warrior clothes, bathed, and changed into comfortable eveningwear. Each woman was dressed in a scant bejeweled halter, a long split skirt, and a diaphanous abaya, all dyed in her thematic color; black, gray, or dark brown accordingly.

The gray bear woman spoke first. "Welcome, stranger," she said. "I believe introductions are in order. I am Ursula. These are my sisters, Baubella and Plionarcta." She indicated the black and brown women, respectively. "And by what name should we call you?" Because Al-Kharijah was so distant, the blond boy thought it unlikely that the bear women were aware of the name of the royal family. Besides, something about them made him think that it would be unwise to lie to them. So he told them his surname and given name, but withheld his ancestral

appellations because such formalisms were not used by common people.

"Come; you must be famished," said Ursula. Her sisters smiled and indicated the chair at the foot of the table. Nodding in acknowledgement, the blond boy smiled back and sat down. There ensued a lively dialog during which the bear women served him and the blond boy ate. They enquired about his history; he responded politely, careful not to reveal too much. They recounted their own story; he listened attentively. Nothing in their manner betrayed their burning animosity toward men. The blond boy concluded that he was being subjected to a well-honed presentation with which they had disarmed many others before him so that they would be caught unawares when the women sprang their trap.

In the meantime, he surreptitiously surveyed his surroundings. He noticed that, in general, there were three of everything, each object typically having been painted, stained, or otherwise decorated in one of the women's thematic colors. There were three fireplaces; three Persian rugs; three desks and chairs; and three loveseats. On the breakfront by the table, there were three sets of crystal goblets; three formal dinner plates; and three sets of bowls, saucers, and salad dishes. In the dovetailed drawers, there were three sets of cutlery; three sets of napkins and placemats; and three trivets. And in the bed chamber, there were three armoires; three floor-length mirrors; and three dressing tables, each with a stool and a triple-paned mirror. But only one bed.