Nakedella:Book, page 4
They came to their feet and embraced her, a dragon proffering two rings to them. Each took one and placed it on her ring finger, one on the left, and one on the right.
The cheers were deafening and the congratulations were unending, so the trio took refuge in the castle. With all of them ensconced in thrones, it was far easier to greet the mob one at a time.
The pile of gifts was tremendous.
“So when will we hold the ceremony?” She whispered to her fiancées as the frog prince paid his respects and added his congratulations.
“As soon as all the guests arrive. The wives, girlfriends, and more of your former clients will all be here in the next few days.” Drygan smiled and nodded to one of the dragons in human form as he dropped a jewel chest off at Ella’s feet.
“We were surprised to find you in clothing at the Sultan’s palace. I almost didn’t recognize you.” Alac gripped her hand tightly, “The bright colors suit you. You should wear them whenever you please.”
That astonished her. “You mean I am still free to skip the clothing?” That was not something she had expected.
“Of course. We love you for who you are, not what you wear.” Her hands were both raised and kissed at the same time by her men.
“Even as a queen?”
“A queen sets her own fashion. As long as your heart doesn’t change, nothing about you should.”
“May I wear clothing when I choose to?” She needed this laid out. They would not judge her for her lack of decorum, or if she wanted to wear ball gowns to bed. Perhaps they did really love her.
“Of course. Although when we are together, I would ask that you keep it to a minimum, just to save on the seamstress bills.” Alac smiled and kissed her hand again. The heat in his eyes warmed her to the depths of her soul.
“Speaking of seamstresses…” A spider goblin appeared in front of them. Literally. There was a magical puff of smoke that gave testament to the transportation spell.
“Oh, right. We need to have our clothing fitted for the ceremony.” The boys stood and Ella followed as well, rising gracefully from the throne.
“Gentle guests! We would like to thank you most humbly for coming to our aid in retrieving Ella from the clutches of the Stone Sultan.”
The murmur of ‘your welcomes’ rang through the throne room and out into the courtyard.
“As you know, she has agreed to be our wife, and this means that in a few short days, we will have a wedding.” A pause for the cheer. “You are all invited to stay; the fairies will be arranging accommodation. Please help yourselves to the contents of the palace and enjoy our hospitality.”
The fairies in question were creating a magical guest quarters off the main throne room, a hall of guest chambers was appearing in a swirl of energies and Nakedella shivered at the reminder of the Harem of the Midnight Demons. It had had the same endless line of beds and curtains.
With her skin gone cold in memory, she turned to Drygan for comfort. His arms came around her, and there must have been something in his face, because Alac suddenly excused them.
They retreated to their chambers, Ella smiling at the shackles still in the wall. Good memories.
“What just happened, Ella? I have never seen that expression on your face.” Drygan held her hands and Alac stroked her upper arms, warming her flesh.
She focused on the unicorn’s face and leaned into her prince. “It all started on the day that the gargoyle grabbed me from in the village…”
Over the intervening hours, she told them of her journey, the demons, djinn, ghosts, and finally the treachery of the Stone Sultan. It was a relief to tell someone, but she hadn’t counted on her story having a chilling effect on her audience. Fury was filling Drygan’s eyes, and the tension in Alac’s body let her know that it was a shared emotion.
Panic filled her. She struggled to be free and to leave their embraces. “I am sorry. No doubt you don’t want a woman with that kind of a dark history. I will leave immediately.”
“You will stay where you are. We are simply filled with anger for what you have been through. If we had known earlier where you were, we would have been there in an instant.”
They lay her on the bed and cuddled her until their body warmth subdued the chill in her flesh. That was as far as they went. She tried to make a grab for one, then both cocks that were prodding her through their trousers and they moved her hands away.
“No sex until we are married, Queen Ellanora.”
That stilled her hands and shocked her even more. “No sex?” Then the rest of the sentence penetrated. “Queen Ellanora?”
The laughter rippled through the room and when they were all wiping tears of mirth from their eyes, Alac explained. “You will become Queen Ellanora the First. If we have children, no matter which of us fathers them, they will be princes and princesses. You need a serious name.” He tweaked her nose. “Plus, it is the name you were born with. I checked.”
“Fine. It is. But I don’t have to like it.” The laughter started up at her petulant tone and she knew that here were two men who didn’t care that she was a whore, they just wanted her for herself, body and soul.
* * * * * *
“…and do you, Ellanora; once known as Ella, Dairyella, and Nakedella, take these men as your lawfully wedded husbands? Becoming as one body and one soul as long as you all shall live?” The skipped the honor and obey as a forgone conclusion.
“I will.” She almost bit the words out. The boys may have had a ‘no sex’ policy before the wedding, but that hadn’t kept them from teasing. For hours. Every day. The wedded trio was practically humming with lust, their white silk and embroidered wedding clothing shivering with the contained motions of the wearers.
“I now pronounce you husbands and wife. We will see you in three hours.” The crowd cheered and laughed as the unicorn transformed, and Ellanora the First and Alac leapt onto his back. As they rode into the palace, Ella threw her bouquet. It was a mad dash for the ladies, but one humble maid took the flowers from the air in a mighty leap.
She watched the retreating group with a wistful gaze and wondered, how did one train for life as a professional whore, counselor and entertainer?
* * * * * *
“…and so it came to pass that the Great Nakedella found true love, or loves, and lived her life Happily Ever After. She deserved it, for no one woman had ever had a larger heart or brought more joy and understanding to more people. The End.”
Rumpelstiltskin closed the Great Book of Fables and put the pen aside as he completed the story. His friend was happy, her first child was on the way, and she wore clothing only when she pleased. In her last correspondence, she told him that she was toying with an idea.
Opening the Nakedella School for Ladies of Flexible Morals - Virgins need not apply.
It looked like Nakedella’s adventures were simply taking another twist. He had better prepare the next pages in the books. It was still too soon to write…
The End of Nakedella’s Adventures
Viola Grace
Viola Grace is a proud Winnipegger, living in Manitoba, Canada. She has written all her life, but only recently begun to show her work in public.
Her favorite things are sci-fi/fantasy and avoiding housework.
Viola Grace, Nakedella:Book
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The cheers were deafening and the congratulations were unending, so the trio took refuge in the castle. With all of them ensconced in thrones, it was far easier to greet the mob one at a time.
The pile of gifts was tremendous.
“So when will we hold the ceremony?” She whispered to her fiancées as the frog prince paid his respects and added his congratulations.
“As soon as all the guests arrive. The wives, girlfriends, and more of your former clients will all be here in the next few days.” Drygan smiled and nodded to one of the dragons in human form as he dropped a jewel chest off at Ella’s feet.
“We were surprised to find you in clothing at the Sultan’s palace. I almost didn’t recognize you.” Alac gripped her hand tightly, “The bright colors suit you. You should wear them whenever you please.”
That astonished her. “You mean I am still free to skip the clothing?” That was not something she had expected.
“Of course. We love you for who you are, not what you wear.” Her hands were both raised and kissed at the same time by her men.
“Even as a queen?”
“A queen sets her own fashion. As long as your heart doesn’t change, nothing about you should.”
“May I wear clothing when I choose to?” She needed this laid out. They would not judge her for her lack of decorum, or if she wanted to wear ball gowns to bed. Perhaps they did really love her.
“Of course. Although when we are together, I would ask that you keep it to a minimum, just to save on the seamstress bills.” Alac smiled and kissed her hand again. The heat in his eyes warmed her to the depths of her soul.
“Speaking of seamstresses…” A spider goblin appeared in front of them. Literally. There was a magical puff of smoke that gave testament to the transportation spell.
“Oh, right. We need to have our clothing fitted for the ceremony.” The boys stood and Ella followed as well, rising gracefully from the throne.
“Gentle guests! We would like to thank you most humbly for coming to our aid in retrieving Ella from the clutches of the Stone Sultan.”
The murmur of ‘your welcomes’ rang through the throne room and out into the courtyard.
“As you know, she has agreed to be our wife, and this means that in a few short days, we will have a wedding.” A pause for the cheer. “You are all invited to stay; the fairies will be arranging accommodation. Please help yourselves to the contents of the palace and enjoy our hospitality.”
The fairies in question were creating a magical guest quarters off the main throne room, a hall of guest chambers was appearing in a swirl of energies and Nakedella shivered at the reminder of the Harem of the Midnight Demons. It had had the same endless line of beds and curtains.
With her skin gone cold in memory, she turned to Drygan for comfort. His arms came around her, and there must have been something in his face, because Alac suddenly excused them.
They retreated to their chambers, Ella smiling at the shackles still in the wall. Good memories.
“What just happened, Ella? I have never seen that expression on your face.” Drygan held her hands and Alac stroked her upper arms, warming her flesh.
She focused on the unicorn’s face and leaned into her prince. “It all started on the day that the gargoyle grabbed me from in the village…”
Over the intervening hours, she told them of her journey, the demons, djinn, ghosts, and finally the treachery of the Stone Sultan. It was a relief to tell someone, but she hadn’t counted on her story having a chilling effect on her audience. Fury was filling Drygan’s eyes, and the tension in Alac’s body let her know that it was a shared emotion.
Panic filled her. She struggled to be free and to leave their embraces. “I am sorry. No doubt you don’t want a woman with that kind of a dark history. I will leave immediately.”
“You will stay where you are. We are simply filled with anger for what you have been through. If we had known earlier where you were, we would have been there in an instant.”
They lay her on the bed and cuddled her until their body warmth subdued the chill in her flesh. That was as far as they went. She tried to make a grab for one, then both cocks that were prodding her through their trousers and they moved her hands away.
“No sex until we are married, Queen Ellanora.”
That stilled her hands and shocked her even more. “No sex?” Then the rest of the sentence penetrated. “Queen Ellanora?”
The laughter rippled through the room and when they were all wiping tears of mirth from their eyes, Alac explained. “You will become Queen Ellanora the First. If we have children, no matter which of us fathers them, they will be princes and princesses. You need a serious name.” He tweaked her nose. “Plus, it is the name you were born with. I checked.”
“Fine. It is. But I don’t have to like it.” The laughter started up at her petulant tone and she knew that here were two men who didn’t care that she was a whore, they just wanted her for herself, body and soul.
* * * * * *
“…and do you, Ellanora; once known as Ella, Dairyella, and Nakedella, take these men as your lawfully wedded husbands? Becoming as one body and one soul as long as you all shall live?” The skipped the honor and obey as a forgone conclusion.
“I will.” She almost bit the words out. The boys may have had a ‘no sex’ policy before the wedding, but that hadn’t kept them from teasing. For hours. Every day. The wedded trio was practically humming with lust, their white silk and embroidered wedding clothing shivering with the contained motions of the wearers.
“I now pronounce you husbands and wife. We will see you in three hours.” The crowd cheered and laughed as the unicorn transformed, and Ellanora the First and Alac leapt onto his back. As they rode into the palace, Ella threw her bouquet. It was a mad dash for the ladies, but one humble maid took the flowers from the air in a mighty leap.
She watched the retreating group with a wistful gaze and wondered, how did one train for life as a professional whore, counselor and entertainer?
* * * * * *
“…and so it came to pass that the Great Nakedella found true love, or loves, and lived her life Happily Ever After. She deserved it, for no one woman had ever had a larger heart or brought more joy and understanding to more people. The End.”
Rumpelstiltskin closed the Great Book of Fables and put the pen aside as he completed the story. His friend was happy, her first child was on the way, and she wore clothing only when she pleased. In her last correspondence, she told him that she was toying with an idea.
Opening the Nakedella School for Ladies of Flexible Morals - Virgins need not apply.
It looked like Nakedella’s adventures were simply taking another twist. He had better prepare the next pages in the books. It was still too soon to write…
The End of Nakedella’s Adventures
Viola Grace
Viola Grace is a proud Winnipegger, living in Manitoba, Canada. She has written all her life, but only recently begun to show her work in public.
Her favorite things are sci-fi/fantasy and avoiding housework.
Viola Grace, Nakedella:Book
