Amora Jones

Avery took me to his home, a castle in the forest, far away from the human world. I was surprised to see it so comfortable and warm. Immediately I looked at all the floors I would be cleaning for the next two weeks and felt tired just looking around. His home was so much bigger than my old home. Was it even possible for one person to clean everything?

As I scrubbed the floor, I felt a warm hand cup my bare ass. I bit my lip, wondering which of my stepbrothers was behind me. A finger slipped inside of my pussy and I gasped, the damp rag falling from my hand.

As Briar Rose and Brendan slept, Carabosse appeared in the room. She smiled as she looked down at her sleeping daughter. "It's a pity your father squandered his years with you in his obsession to beat me," she said. "When you wake in 100 years, I'll explain everything to you, my dear child."

For years, my caretaker Agnes has lied to me. She filled my head with fantasies about me being a princess who would get pricked by a spindle and die on my 18th birthday. She also told me men were evil and would hurt women.

My name is Briar Rose. Growing up I always had two rules: Always obey my caretaker Agnes and never, ever spend time with a man.

Once upon a time, there was a royal couple who had everything they wanted. Except a child. They tried for years but with no success. They had almost given up all hope of ever having a child until one night they had a visitor in the form of a beautiful woman who was traveling alone. She stopped at the palace for food and shelter.