Happy Hump-Day everyone!
Today, I'm mixing things up a bit and instead of the usual Wednesday Brief, I'm sharing a Mid Week Tease. I'll be alternating the two during the month, so don't worry, Jay and Josh's story will continue!
In today's tease I'm going back to book 1 of my Naughty Fairy Tale series,
The Witches' Mischief, titled,
The Golden Cock.
Kind-hearted
Vincent Stowe spent years with an inferiority complex until, one day,
after accepting to help an older woman with an odd request he receives a
life-changing gift.
“Ice
Duchess” Brielle is desperate for a solution to her inability to
orgasm, so when word about a man with a magical cock reaches her ears,
she decides that he just might be what she needs.
Will Vincent’s "Golden Cock" be enough for the "Ice Duchess", or will something else come to play along the way?
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In this snippet, Brielle hears about The Golden Cock for the first time...
Brielle looked around the crowded room for her friend and cousin, Gisselle. She spotted her in the distance, speaking with Christabelle, Countess of Mosckat, and another small group of girls.
She made her way across the room, nodding to a few acquaintances. She blushed when Lord Cornewell spotted her and winked. It wasn’t the youthful blush of a young maiden in love, as would be expected of her, but one of utter mortification. She’d taken Frederic to bed the
night before, with the promise that she’d reach the highest heights of pleasure, and yet it had been anther frustrating sexual encounter.
Again, she left the chamber feeling unsatisfied, her cunt dry as a raisin and disappointment coursing through her. Her father would have a fit when she told him that she’d be turning down Lord
Cornewell’s marriage proposal as well.
Sighing, she concentrated on the pack of women speaking in low whispers and giggling. She noticed Gisselle’s flush and smiled. The women were probably speaking about matters of the bedroom.
What her cousin, inexperienced as she was, was doing there was beyond her. As she inched closer, she heard snippets of the conversation.
“Ah, you have no idea … he is a gold mine.” The countess paused, smiling smugly. “Among those that have tried him, he is the Golden Cock. Once you try it, you will never feel the same.”
“Where did you hear about him?”
“Here and there. They say that one of the girls from Grey’s club tried him for a night and couldn’t walk for a week.”
The women laughed, many of them flushing and covering their faces with their adorned fans.
“Of course, I had to find out what all the fuss was about.”
“And?”
“It is marvelous. Thick and long … it reaches every crevice and nook. The man is not only talented with his cock, but his hands and mouth are also magnificent.”
“Good gracious, Countess. By the sounds of it, the skill of this
man could probably melt the Ice Duchess’ frozen pussy,” one of the girls said, laughing.
Brielle narrowed her eyes. It was time to interrupt. “What is this you speak of?” she asked, pressing her way into the circle of women.
“Duchess,” Christabelle gasped. The women all bowed and Brielle swallowed a frustrated huff at the protocol nonsense. “We were, well––” she stammered.
“Please. I wish to know.”
“Really…”
“Countess Mosckat, I insist.” She hated having to recur to her most imposing tone, but the countess, barely a few years older than she, allowed her no other option.
“Well, there is a young lad in town.” Christabelle flushed. “It is murmured that his––” she paused, “penis is more than adequate for those that seek pleasure.”
“The golden cock, I heard you.” She smiled and Christabelle returned the gesture.
“Yes, that is how he is known.”
“Have you tried him, Christabelle?” The woman’s pale skin turned crimson, her mouth falling open in surprise.
“I…”
“Well, I am no prude, Christabelle. You were speaking quite openly about it just now, so tell me.”
“Yes, my lady, I have tried it,” she admitted with a lick of her lips. Brielle narrowed her eyes. Was she remembering the taste of that golden cock?
“Was it good?”
Christabelle smiled, her eyes sparkling with delight as she snapped her fan open and cooled her face.
“Yes, the earl and I were very much pleased.”
There was a collective gasp as the girls in the group realized the implications of the countess’s words. The earl had also been present during her games with this famed man.
Smiling warmly at the countess, Brielle offered her hand.
“Walk with me?”
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