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by Marianne LaCroix
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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MARIANNE LACROIX
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Big, bad Jack Horner
Caught a fairy in a corner
Eating some pussy pie;
He put in his thumb,
And made her come,
And said,
What a bad boy am I!
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CHAPTER ONE
Once upon a time, in the far away enchanted world called
Faylin, "Wolfman" Jack Horner was about to go on trial.
Caught in a precarious position with Grandma Redford, Jack
stood accused of attempted murder. If only he could convince
the jury Grandma had practically begged him to eat her.
Known for bringing pleasure to the females of Faylin with
his skillful tongue, Jack lived up to his wolfish reputation in
more ways than one. Fairies, witches, and nymphs clamored
for Jack to show them his talents in the bedroom. He never
had a complaint, until now.
Not that the sassy Grandma, probably only in her early
forties, screamed in anything but orgasmic pleasure. It had
been her embarrassment of getting caught with Jack's face
between her legs by her granddaughter, Roberta Redford,
whom had brought Jack to the predicament he now faced.
He ran a hand across his bearded face while sitting in the
holding cell before the trial. So far, it had been the biggest
scandal Faylin had ever seen. No one, not even the witches of
Double, Double, Toil, and Trouble Inc. had gotten into so
much shit. Jack smiled, thinking back to his triple-header with
the three witches. There was much to be said in pleasing
three magical ladies such as those. They had brought a whole
new meaning to the word "enchantment" that night.
"Wolfman Jack?" a gritty voice broke the silence in his dark
holding cell.
"Yeah?"
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"Ready to pay the piper?"
Keys scraped against metal. With a rusty click and squeal,
the door opened, revealing a stout troll, hairy and green. He
looked the part of a jailer. With a sniff, Jack smelled that the
troll had the unclean stench of one as well.
"Look, I'm innocent. That woman wanted me to eat her
pussy. I wasn't trying to kill her."
"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the jury."
Jack ducked his tall height through the low doorway and
waited for the troll to close the cell and lead him up to the
courtroom. Winding through dimly lit stone halls, Jack decided
the dungeon of Faylin was everything nightmares could
dream up. Some cells held chains and manacles to restrain
troublesome prisoners. Although, there were times the
restraints had been used for more devious, pleasurable
purposes.
A smile spread across his lips when he thought back to one
night with a rascal fairy and her bondage fantasy. She had
bribed the guard to let her and Jack spend a night in the
dungeon. They certainly didn't sleep there. Images of her
chained and writhing in growing passion as he pleasured her
clit with his tongue had been an experience he would never
forget.
The sounds of an excited fairy had a whole different tone
when she climaxed. It was like a vocal aphrodisiac. Plunging
his cock into that willing fairy had been not only pleasurable,
but a mystic experience. He had been lucky enough to see
her a few times after that night, but she eventually moved
onto another lover, a fellow female fairy.
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"Hey, Wolfman, watch your head," the troll said, bringing
Jack out of his thoughts and back to reality.
Right now wasn't a good time to reminisce about his past.
His entire future was at stake. And if he were convicted, he'd
have plenty of time to think and remember the good times,
and all the women he had loved.
Missing a lantern hanging from the low ceiling, he moved
his head and continued on through the stone hallway leading
to a brightly lit room. The hall emptied out into the bustling
headquarters of Faylin law enforcement. Several trolls,
gnomes, goblins and fairies lolled about with papers in hand,
while some rushed about the office, jabbering about the latest
cases they were working on.
"Come on, Jack. Move along," the troll growled as he
shoved Jack in the back.
Jack walked, watching the fairies flutter by the desks
carrying handfuls of mail. Some stopped to look at him,
winking and smiling. He flirted back, only to have the dirty
troll push him.
After opening the door marked "Courtroom," Jack met a
packed room, mainly filled with women from his past.
Groaning inwardly, he made his way to his lawyer's table.
There stood an old flame who'd given him quite a tumble.
The leggy, blonde attorney was someone he knew all too
well. "Hey, Jill."
"Jack, I was so upset to hear about your trouble. I asked
to represent you."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." Damn, Jill was still the beauty
from years ago when they were just teenagers. He would
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never forget that day up on Well Hill. She'd lifted that pretty
dress of hers, revealing her naughty secret—no undies. Long,
shapely legs joined at the thick thatch of blonde curls hiding
her sex.
She had grasped his hand and brought his fingers to feel
the softness of her apex, which had already begun to glisten
with moisture. As his fingertips brushed along the outer lips of
her labia, she'd moaned, tossing her head back.
Like magic, Jill had whipped off her dress, revealing her
perfect body. Luscious breasts had bounced free and swayed
with her movement. Pert, rosy nipples surrounded by
tightening aureoles beckoned for his touch. While his one
hand caressed the slippery wetness of her cleft, he brought
his other hand up to touch the pebble hardness of her
faultless nipple. Pinching one between his forefinger and
thumb, he was rewarded with a gasp from Jill. Her head back
and eyes closed, she looked as close to the goddess Aphrodite
as Jack could imagine.
Touching her breasts, he'd leaned in and tasted one of the
buds, like a taut raspberry beneath his tongue. Working one,
then laving the other in slow strokes while slipping through
her juices now running over his fingers, he touched the hard
nub of her passion, and she shattered. As she screamed with
her convulsions, Jack slipped two fingers into her, trying to
help her ride out the contractions a little longer.
Easing her down onto the soft grass, Jack had tasted her
creamy skin, relishing the remnants of her vanilla scented
soap. Such a delicate fragrance for such a naughty girl.
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Licking her skin along her inner legs, his tongue had
sampled her in easy strokes. Traveling up her luscious length,
he heard her murmur pleas to fill her. In a swift movement,
he unfastened his pants and his large cock thrust forward in
its grand length, the head already purple, engorged with
excitement. Pushing her knees open to reveal her wet pussy,
he plunged inside her core. Her muscles hugged his length
and he began to move into her deeper, backing out only to
ram into her once again. She moaned beneath him, lifting her
hips, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm and wantonness.
Bringing his thumb to the place where their bodies joined
so intimately, he rubbed her hard clit, sending her into a
moaning fit, panting with each small brush. Her back arched
upward as her tight inner muscles convulsed rhythmically
with each scream. He had joined her, going the edge as his
restraint broke, spilling his essence into her body.
"All rise." A commanding voice broke Jack's daydream of
the sexy woman now shoving at his arm to make him stand.
"The Honorable Judge Harte presiding."
Jack heaved a deep sigh, knowing he was about to get his
goose cooked, or worse, by the toughest judge in Faylin.
Known for her brutal punishments, he'd be lucky to come out
of the trial with his head.
The traditional black robe couldn't hide the woman's
generous curves. The floorboards moaned in protest under
her weight. Her black hair, pulled severely back into a tight
bun, gave her a merciless look and Jack wished he were back
in his cell. At least the troll jailer was easier to look at.
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