Chapter 77: Cinderella and the Fairy Whore Mother
The palace had grown quiet after the masquerade.
Most guests had left at midnight — carriages rolling away into the night like retreating dreams.
But Cinderella remained in the royal bedchamber, gown discarded, standing naked before the tall mirror framed in gold.
Her body still shimmered with the faint afterglow of the heat wave: skin flushed warm, nipples dark and perpetually stiff, pussy lips swollen and glistening, a slender silver-blue tail curling lazily behind her like a ribbon of moonlight.
She had not been alone for long.
The mirror rippled.
Not like a portal — more like water disturbed by a stone.
A figure stepped through — not from the other side of the glass, but from inside the reflection itself.
The Fairy Godmother.
But not the one Cinderella remembered.
Gone was the plump, twinkling grandmotherly figure with the gentle wand and kind smile.
This version was taller, sharper, hips wider, breasts heavier and barely contained by a corset of starlight lace that left her dark nipples exposed.
Her hair cascaded in silver waves instead of white curls, eyes glowing a predatory violet, and between her thighs — instead of modest skirts — hung a thick, glistening strap-on cock conjured from pure moonlight magic, ridged and pulsing with soft inner light.
She smiled — slow, wicked — wand twirling lazily in one hand like a cigarette.
"Hello, my dear," she purred. "Did you miss your fairy whore mother?"
Cinderella's tail flicked once — arousal and shock mingling in her eyes.
"You… you're different."
The Fairy Godmother stepped closer — hips swaying — cock swaying with her.
"I'm what happens when magic meets heat, darling.
The same essence that woke you… woke me.
Only I've had centuries to marinate in it."
She reached out — traced one long fingernail down Cinderella's cheek, then lower — circling a nipple until it leaked a tiny bead of milk.
"I gave you the dress.
The carriage.
The glass slipper.
Now I'm going to give you something else."
Cinderella's breath hitched.
"What?"
The Fairy Godmother leaned in — lips brushing Cinderella's ear.
"Every inch of you filled.
Every hole bred.
Until you forget what it ever felt like to be empty."
Before Cinderella could answer, the fairy moved.
She grabbed Cinderella's wrists — lifted them above her head — and the hair from her own head came alive: silver strands thickening into ropes, wrapping Cinderella's arms, pinning them to the bedpost behind her.
Cinderella gasped — back arching — breasts thrusting forward.
The fairy godmother knelt — parted Cinderella's thighs — and buried her face between them.
Her tongue — long, forked, glowing — plunged deep into Cinderella's dripping cunt.
She licked in slow, deliberate strokes — tasting the sweet royal nectar — sucking the swollen clit — while her fingers spread Cinderella's lips wide.
Cinderella moaned — head falling back — tail thrashing against the mattress.
The fairy didn't stop.
She ate her like dessert — tongue fucking deep — fingers curling inside — until Cinderella came — hard — squirting across the fairy's face in hot, shimmering pulses.
The fairy drank it all — then rose — strap-on cock now glowing brighter, dripping with magical lube.
She pressed the flared head against Cinderella's entrance — rubbed it through her soaked folds — teasing.
"Beg me, child," she whispered. "Beg your fairy whore mother to fuck you."
Cinderella's voice cracked — needy, desperate.
"Please… fuck me.
Fill me.
Breed me."
The fairy smiled — cruel and loving — and thrust in.
Cinderella screamed — back arching — as the glowing strap stretched her wide — ridges dragging along every nerve — filling her completely.
The fairy fucked her hard — hips snapping — each thrust punching the breath from Cinderella's lungs — while silver hair ropes tightened around her wrists and ankles — holding her spread and helpless.
Another strand of hair coiled around Cinderella's clit — vibrating gently — stroking the swollen nub in perfect time with every thrust.
Cinderella came again — walls clamping — squirting around the strap-on — soaking the fairy's thighs.
The fairy didn't slow.
She leaned down — bit Cinderella's neck — marking her — while her free hand pinched and twisted Cinderella's leaking nipples.
"More," she growled. "I want you dripping from every hole."
She pulled out — cock glistening — and flipped Cinderella onto her stomach.
Tail high — ass presented — Cinderella whimpered as the fairy pressed the strap against her tight back entrance.
"Relax, darling… let your fairy mother in."
She pushed — slow — letting Cinderella feel every glowing ridge stretch her ass open — then slammed home.
Cinderella screamed — pleasure-pain — pushing back — taking every inch.
The fairy railed her ass — hard, relentless — while a silver hair rope slid back into Cinderella's pussy — fucking her in perfect sync — double-penetrating her once more.
Another strand wrapped Cinderella's throat — not choking — just holding — while two more pinched and twisted her nipples.
Cinderella came again — ass clenching — squirting around the hair rope in her pussy — body shaking violently.
The fairy godmother roared — strap pulsing with magic — and came.
Glowing, starlit cum blasted deep into Cinderella's ass — pulse after pulse — flooding her until her belly swelled further and luminous seed poured out around the strap in glowing rivers.
She pulled out — cock still hard — and flipped Cinderella onto her back again.
This time she straddled Cinderella's face — lowered her dripping fairy cunt onto her mouth.
"Clean me, child.
Taste your mother's magic."
Cinderella obeyed — tongue plunging deep — licking every drop of glowing cum from the fairy's pussy while the strap-on pressed against her own swollen lips.
The fairy rode her face — grinding — coming again — squirting starlight nectar across Cinderella's cheeks and chin.
Then she slid down — aligned both the strap-on and a thick silver hair rope — and pushed both into Cinderella's pussy at once.
Double stretch — glowing strap and living hair — filling her impossibly.
Cinderella screamed — body convulsing — coming harder than ever — squirting in powerful arcs that glowed like moonlight.
The fairy fucked her through it — relentless — until Cinderella's belly distended — womb full — cum leaking from every seam.
When it finally ended — the fairy godmother pulled out — hair ropes retracting — leaving Cinderella limp, trembling, covered in glowing cum, holes gaping and leaking.
She leaned down — kissed Cinderella softly on the forehead — then on the lips.
"You were always my favorite," she whispered. "Now you're full of me too."
Cinderella — voice wrecked — smiled weakly.
"Will you… come back?"
The fairy godmother's eyes glowed brighter.
"Every full moon, darling.
Every heat.
Until your belly swells with something more than magic."
She stepped back — wand twirling — and faded into silver mist — leaving only the scent of starlight and sex behind.
Cinderella lay on the bed — tail curled around her swollen belly — fingers tracing the glowing cum leaking from her holes.
She smiled — soft, satisfied — and whispered to the empty room:
"Bibbidi… bobbidi… breed."
The palace slept on.
But in the royal bedchamber — Cinderella — once the girl in ashes — had finally learned the true power of a wish.
It wasn't the dress.
It wasn't the carriage.
It wasn't the slipper.
It was the heat.
And the fairy whore mother who brought it.
The tower stood silent.
The glass slipper shimmered on its cushion.
And Cinderella — tail flicking lazily — dreamed of the children she would carry.
Children born of magic.
Children born of lust.
Children born of love.
The fairy tale had ended.
The fuck tale had just begun.