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Waking Aurora	By : harpling Category: +S through Z > Sleeping Beauty Views: 38931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: i own none of these characters, Disney does.
Warning: by some, this might be considered underage, she was 16 at the time of the story. however, in that culture, she was legally an adult and ready for marriage, etc. (and fully developed, no less!)

Fairies lie all the time. They are notorious for it. The good fairies will merely stretch the truth a little to make a human happier. Evil fairies, well…
Phillip knew this. Having grown up in a land where fairies and magic were as common as dust motes, he had studied the histories and properties of fairies with his tutors from a very young age. So he knew that Maleficent was probably twisting his thoughts in the dungeon and that the princess he was supposed to rescue and then wed was most likely not the goddess he met in the forest.
The Nameless Goddess. He hadn’t even gotten her name. And he’d only known her for a brief while. But, even now, as he ran through the eerily silent palace halls, he could hear her ethereally beautiful voice beckoning to him through the forest. He could still smell the sweet scent of blackberries and sunlight in her silky hair. He could feel the hot satin that was her skin as he lightly brushed her arm…
Shaking his head to clear his mind of his erotic dreams, Phillip darted around another corner, trying painfully to hide his erection from the three fairies accompanying him. It would never do to let these sweet old ladies know the direction his thoughts were taking. He had to focus on rescuing this unknown princess now: finding her somewhere in this vast structure, kissing her unresponsive lips, and then marrying her. And then…
But Phillip didn’t want to think t tht that. He would rather not consummate the marriage at all if his bride turned out to be someone other than the maid in the woods. It was his royal duty to produce an heir for his kingdom, but the idea of making love with any one else seemed almost sacrilegious. He wouldn’t be making love, he would merely be copulating, for the benefit of the kingdom.
A flash of color caught his eye, brilliantly green against the dull gray of the palace walls. A serving maid lay sprawled in a corner, her tray of dishes scattered on the floor around her. Everyone in the palace was unconscious, except for himself and the three fairies floating by his side. Glancing back at the servant, Phillip noticed her bare feet sticking out beneath her gown. They were extremely large and rather warty. So different from the slim appendages of his goddess in the woods.
The image of pale, nimble feet spinning lightly on the grass of the forest floor, waltzing with an unseen hero, sprang into Phillip’s mind. He wondered whether the rest of her skin was as milky white, as soft and smooth. Whether the skin on the insides of her thighs would feel more like silk or like velvet… Awkwardly, he shifted his cape, wishing he still had the Shield of Righteousness to cover his growing excitement from the view of Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. Running with an erection was very difficult and rather painful.
Flora came to a halt in front of him and gestured to a short flight of stone steps leading up to a trapdoor in the ceiling. Fauna and Merryweather hovered in the air behind him. Philip could feel the light breeze on his neck created by the fanning of their gossamer wings.
“The Princess Aurora lies through this door, Your Highness. She is waiting for you.”
The Princess Aurora. Who was she? Maleficent claimed she was the wood nymph he had met in the forest but what did that mean? An image arose in Phillip’s mind of the last princess his father, King Hubert, had made him sit beside at a royal banquet. The Right Royal Princess Olga of Galowria had had more facial hair than his father and was wartier than a toad. Phillip truly doubted that the wondrous creature living in the woods could be a princess. All the inbreeding that had been practiced for centuries had effectively eliminated any beauty that might once have existed in the royal families.
Taking a deep breath, Philip slowly ascended the stairs. For a moment, he couldn’t make anything out in the gloom. From the corner came a faint glimmer, like that of sunlight shining faintly from behind a mask of clouds in the sky. As his eyes gradually adjusted, he saw that the circular room was nearly empty, except for a massive bed off to one side. Phillip approached it slowly, apprehensive of what he would find.
There, lying on the satin sheets, was a porcelain doll. The figure was breathing very softly, hardly stirring. In the shadows of the early dawn, Phillip thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. At first glance, it seemed that the Princess Aurora was the peasant girl, his nymph from the forest. But that couldn’t be right. Surely he was dreaming. Phillip bent closer to look.
There was no doubt. The girl he had been betrothed to marry since he was four years old was the same girl he had fallen in love with by chance. Stunned, Phillip gazed at her, mesmerized.
Princess Aurora. She was enchanting, almost otherworldly. Phillip’s gaze was drawn to the delicate bow of red, lips that did indeed same the red, red rose. As if drawn by some unseen force, Phillip leaned down and lightly brushed his lips over that rosy mouth.
As soon as he made contact, Phillip felt a surge of magic rush through him, making every hair on his body stand on edge. The feeling swept through his veins, causing his already hard member to stiffen fully.
Gasping, Phillip drew away. He had never heard of magic having this effect on humans before. The bulge in the royal trousers was almost painful.
Just then, Aurora’s eyelids fluttered open as the spell broke. Slowly, her eyes came to focus on the face in front of her. Disbelief showed in her sapphire eyes.
“It- it’s you. My dream prince! But how…?” She trailed off and gazed at Phillip, looking confused but by no means disappointed.
Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather came up the stairs then, presumably to greet their princess.
“Oh, Rose, I’m so happy. Maleficent is gone, for good. His Highness Prince Phillip destroyed her. And now she won’t ever hurt you again. Oh, but you poor dear, that young man you met in the woods. I’m afraid it just isn’t right for you to see him again. Why, you’ve been betrothed to Prince Phillip here since you were just a tiny baby! And, after all, dear… Merryweather, why on earth are you poking me like that?” Flora turned around and glared at the plump bundle of blue next to her.
“Uh, Flora, Fauna, could I just have a word with you? Outside?” Merryweather gestured hurriedly to the door, motioning the other two fairies to follow her. Phillip could hear their voices echoing up the stone walls of the narrow circular stairs.
“Flora, I think we ought to give those two a bit of time alone now. After all, they’re going to be married soon. And, besides, everyone else is still asleep. What would it hurt to just leave them under the spell for a little while longer…?”
Phillip smiled to himself. Merryweather may have seemed like an oblivious old woman, but she had read the situation better than either of her colleagues. Aurora’s face was rather flushed and his own body was painfully protesting the presence of his trousers.
Shyly, Aurora looked up at her prince.
“I thought I’d never see you again. When I got back to the cottage, Aunt Flora said I had to marry a prince, but I never…well, I don’t, um…”
Phillip stopped her confused ramblings with the pressure of his mouth. The princess gasped against his mouth, then slowly sighed and relaxed against him. Cautiously, Phillip reached one hand down to encircle her waist, the other twining through her sunlit golden hair, soft as rose petals beneath his calloused fingertips. His fingers brushed against the warm metal of her magical crown, reminding him that she was a princess, his bride-to-be.
Timidly, Aurora moved to reciprocate, one small, slender hand reaching up to rest softly on his chest. Phillip tensed beneath the touch, driving him mad even through his shirt and doublet, yet gentle as a butterfly’s. The tip of his tongue snaked out cautiously, reaching to taste those rose-red lips. Gently, he ran his tongue over her mouth, tasting the salt of the hopeless tears shed before the spell had been cast.
With a quiet moan, her lips parted to allow him access to her mouth. Phillip tightened his hold on her waist, his other hand reaching around to press the back of her head gently, allowing him to kiss her even deeper. His tongue eased past her lips, brushing softly against the insides of her cheeks, dipping to rub lightly against her teeth, twining with her tongue.
Aurora’s hands became bolder, sliding around his neck, pressing more firmly against the back of his shoulders, straining into his touch. Taking this as his cue, Phillip slowly moved his hand down from her neck, coming to rest lightly on her breast. Through the thin fairy-made fabric of her gown, he could feel the peak growing hard under his gentle touch. He rubbed his thumb softly back and forth, very slowly, listening to her breath catch in her throat.
Phillip drew away to the sound of her disappointed sigh. The sigh was immediately replaced by a gasp as his lips found the sensitive spot just below the pulse on her neck. His lips traveled up the pale column of her throat to lap gently at her earlobe. All the while, his hands had been busily removing the fairy gown from her alabaster shoulders until her slim torso was fully exposed.
Phillip gently guided her back down onto the bed covers, sliding the dress the rest of the way down her body as he did. As she looked trustingly into his eyes, he gently lowered his mouth to one velvety soft mound and began to suckle. At the same time, his hands were busy attending to the other breast, stroking and pinching, more forcefully now. One hand worked its way up under her skirt o the nest of honey curls at the junction of Aurora’s thighs, caressing her virgin flesh lightly, barely making contact.
The princess shivered but made no move to stop his fingers. Phillip let his hand dip lower, softly running his fingers over the swollen folds of flesh guarding her maidenhood. She sighed and closed her eyes. As he continued his ministrations to her pale breasts, Phillip’s hand began to delve deeper between her swollen nether lips, feeling the wetness of her arousal. One finger finally came to rest on the small pearl of flesh, making her gasp. Gently, he moved his finger around, applying more pressure to that sensitive nubbin.
Slowly, he moved two of his fingers between her lips and stroked. He felt the entrance to her tunnel and gently slipped one finger inside. Aurora moaned at this completely unexpected but not unwanted feeling. Shyly, she moved her hips towards him, pushing his finger deeper inside of her. Phillip cautiously slipped another finger in to join the first, stretching her walls in preparation for the entry of his manhood. The princess opened her eyes at the pain this caused, but hissed in pleasure as he moved his fingers around, setting her senses on fire.
Seeing that her eyes were open, Phillip withdrew his fingers and sat up. Aurora moaned in disappointment and confusion, but he kissed her again softly. With slightly shaky fingers, he unfastened his cloak and drew his tunic and shirt over his head. Quickly, he removed his boots and hose, allowing his shaft to spring free in the cool pre-dawn light.
When he was completely naked, Philip finished removing her gown and dropped it to puddle in a shimmery on the floor next to his own clothing. He then lay down gently atop Aurora, balancing his weight carefully so as not to crush her. She had shyly averted her eyes when he removed his clothing, but felt the hardness of his arousal pressing firmly against her thigh.
Phillip gently pressed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, seeking reassurance that this was indeed she she wanted. In response, Aurora’s arms lifted to caress his back, sliding her fingers up and down his spine. Phillip reached one hand down to guide himself into her tight opening, gently framing her face with the other.
Gradually, he eased his hard length into her, pausing at the barrier he encountered inside of her. He knew he would have to hurt her, but he hoped the pain would be brief. Aurora stiffened at the pressure she felt on the shield of her maidenhead and opened her eyes, looking questioningly at her prince.
He murmured softly in her ear, “You have to trust me, Aurora. This is going to hurt a little, but just trust me and the pain will ease.” Saying this, he drove into her in one swift, hard stroke, tearing aside her gentle body’s defenses.
She gasped in pain, her fingers digging into his back, her eyes filling with tears. Phillip stayed perfectly still, though it took every ounce of willpower he had to do so. He wiped the tear off her cheek while whispering to her how sorry he was.
In a moment, however, her face cleared and she moved her hips a little against him. Slowly, Phillip drew his length out of her and moved gently back in. Aurora sucked in a slow breath, a look of amazement in her eyes. Phillip leaned down to kiss her again, moving his tongue and his manhood into her together, filling her completely.
Her eyes drifted shut and her hips started to move with his, meeting every one of his thrusts with one of her own. Phillip increased his rhythm, pumping in and out of her faster, more forcefully. The feeling of his princess surrounding his member with her tightness drove him higher than he had ever managed to reach on his own. He looked down at her golden hair spread over the pillow her beautiful face flushed and shiny with perspiration, and felt his climax coming.
Aurora had not yet reached her peak, and he was determined not to come before his princess did. Sucking in his breath and struggling to hold on to his control, Phillip reached down to the joining of their bodies and stroked her. When she felt his fingers on her swollen nubbin, Aurora moaned and started to move her hips faster. He stroked her again, harder, and she arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she convulsed around him.
The feeling of her walls tightening around him drove Phillip over the edge. He had never felt anything this powerful in his body. His limbs shook and he groaned deeply: there was no way he could control himself any more. Throwing his head back, he poured his seed into his princess.
After thrusting a few more times, savoring the feel of her tightness surrounding him, Phillip collapsed on the bed on top of his princess and rolled over so he wouldn’t crush her. Aurora’s cheeks were flushed and her breath was uneven. Because of the magic that had created it, her crown was still perfectly in place atop her curls. Phillip slipped his arms around her and listened to the erratic racing of her heart next to his own. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Thank you, Phillip. I think I’m definitely awake now.” And with that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Exhausted from defeating Maleficent as the dragon, as well as from his more pleasant exertions, Phillip let himself relax and fall asleep beside her. Gradually, their breathing grew more steady and their heartbeats slowed to match the other’s. Unconsciously, Aurora drew closer to his warmth until their limbs were twined together like vines on a tree.
In the hallway, Flora was growing impatient.
“What on earth can they be doing in there? Surely they know each other by this time. We’ve got to release the rest of the castle from the spell. I’m going to check on them, Merryweather, and don’t you shake your head at me like that. Step aside from the door, dear.”
Flora reached around the shorter fairy and unlatched the door. Peeking though the crack, she was greeted by the sight of the Sleeping Beauty resting peacefully in the arms of her slumbering lover, both of them completely nude.
“Oh, my! Merryweather, do you see this? Why, what on earth- ?” Merryweather interrupted her, gently placing a hand on Flora’s arm.
“Well, we did want them to get to know each other. It seems to me they’ve gotten very well acquainted. Why don’t we leave them alone for just a bit longer? They must be exhausted, after all they’ve been through. “ Saying this, Merryweather picked up the coverlet that had fallen, forgotten, to the floor, and covered the sleeping forms. All three fairies quietly left the room and shut the door behind them.
A few hours later, when Aurora and Phillip had awakened, Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather released the rest of the castle from the enchanted sleep. In the room at the top of the tower, Aurora and Phillip stirred and made ready to meet their parents for the wedding ceremony.
The End

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