Sleeping Beauty’s Spring Awakening
by Robyn McCoy
Novella Two
of
The Erobotica Series
Also by Robyn McCoy
Novella One: The Love Machine
Novella Three: And All the Queen’s Men
Novella Four: Some Assembly Desired
Novella Five: The Nutcracker
Also by Doublethumb Press
The Book of Adam: Autobiography of the First Human Clone
By Robert M. Hopper
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Sleeping Beauty’s
Spring Awakening
Novella Two
of
The Erobotica Series
To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
– William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Mom, would you stop worrying?”
She didn’t. “You don’t understand. The curse is real. I was there.”
“Well, so was I,” Rose said. “And I don’t remember a thing about it.”
“You were a day old.”
Rose thought for a moment. “Nope. Still don’t remember it. You say there were two fairies in the room?”
Aurora nodded. “Yes. That’s right.”
“And the bad one—”
“Malkor,” Aurora interjected.
“—cursed me to die on my eighteenth birthday when I get pricked by a spindle.”
Aurora nodded again. “Exactly so. But now, thanks to the good fairy’s spell, you’ll just sleep, and not age, for a thousand years, when you’ll have the chance to find help with the words, ‘klaatu barada nikto’ spoken within a special place.”
Rose wiped her brow. “Well then Mom, what are you still so worried about? It’s not like I’m going to die or something.”
“Don’t make fun, Rose. This is serious. A thousand years! More than nine hundred years after everyone else you know would be dead. You can’t just laugh this off.”
“Sure I can. News flash, Mom. Fairies don’t exist.”
“You obviously haven’t met your uncle.”
Rose smirked. “Well, no. But from what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t call your brother a good fairy.”
Aurora shrugged.
“Second off, things like that don’t happen in the real world.”
Aurora pouted. “The world is crazier than you think.”
“Third off,” Rose continued, “I don’t sew or weave or bake or whatever it is you use a spindle for. And I sure as hell don’t plan on doing anything like that on my eighteenth birthday. So don’t worry your pretty little head about it anymore. My birthday will come and go, and the only thing that’ll happen is that I’ll become legal. Which is probably your real concern, isn’t it?”
Aurora didn’t answer.
“And you needn’t worry about that either, Mom. Because I don’t plan on having sex until after midnight.”
Aurora shrugged. “Then you’ll be far more patient than I was.”
Rose hugged her mother, grabbed the bottle of champagne, and headed back out to her birthday party with Mom walking nervously behind.
But she wasn’t behind her daughter as Rose went up to her bedroom. She had kissed her mother good night, Aurora pleasantly surprised. It was, indeed, after midnight. The curse had been avoided.
He was standing there when Rose opened the door. She began to scream, but he clapped his hand over her mouth. A hard hand, like the robots who were forbidden in their house. She struggled, but he pushed her up against the wall, kicking the door closed with his foot.
“Shush, Rose. I’m you’re birthday present.”
Rose’s eyes moved up and down her attacker. A young man, not a robot, unless he was of the outlawed kind. And he looked familiar, like a photo she’d once seen, but couldn’t place. He was dressed all in black. Handsome eyes almost as black as his clothing. Dark brown, curly hair. Like the hair would be around the cock she could feel hardening against her thigh. Which she suddenly wanted inside her. To know what that was like.
“I’m going to take my hand from your mouth now,” he said. “If you want me to leave, just scream. If you want to me to stay and fuck your brains out…”
The man turned her away from him, then slid his hand down across her lips, her chin, and on down her throat. Rose craned her neck back, letting the man’s large, powerful hand feel her neck, completely vulnerable. She sensed her breasts jutting forward, hoping his hand would keep sliding down. She felt the lips of her vagina begin to unfold, eager for that hand to be there.
His hand did slide down her smooth skin, under the loose-fitting pajama top, the palm and fingers following the curve of her untouched breast as his lips and tongue began tasting the side of her neck, then beginning to suck on her nipple. Which is when she noticed the man’s body behind her, the heat from it nearly burning her skin wherever they touched, and the rock-hard penis pressing against her ass.
She did let out a small scream when his right hand, grabbed the collar of her nightgown, and ripped it from her body. He spun her around, picked her up near the hips, and tossed her onto her bed. She fell onto her back, her legs already parted, anticipating the end of her virginity.
But he paused. Rose looked up, wondering what had happened, afraid that perhaps he hadn’t liked what he’d seen.