The Golden Cock

By Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Kind-hearted Vincent Stowe spent years with an inferiority complex until, one day, after accepting to help an older woman with an odd request he receives a life-changing gift.

“Ice Duchess” Brielle is desperate for a solution to her inability to orgasm, so when word about a man with a magical cock reaches her ears, she decides that he just might be what she needs.

Will Vincent’s "Golden Cock" be enough for the "Ice Duchess", or will something else come to play along the way?

Be Warned: multiple partners, MFM, FFM, m/m sex, f/f sex

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Mar 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771302951

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The Golden Cock by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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Copyright© 2013 Elyzabeth M. VaLey

ISBN: 978-1-77130-295-1

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JC Chute

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

You introduced me to the craze of magic and fairies. Love you mom!  

THE GOLDEN COCK

Naughty Fairy Tales

Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Vincent bustled down the street, heading toward the gentlemen’s club across from his shop. He straightened the lapel of his waistcoat and a twinge of apprehension passed through him. He passed a hand over his dark locks and cursed inwardly. He’d forgotten his hat. Again. With an audible sigh, he continued his hurried stroll down the darkening path. He really wasn’t keen on visiting Grey’s club. What had started out as a reputed gambling and drinking establishment had quickly degraded to a full-on whorehouse. Not that he had anything against the fine ladies parading around the place. Yet, he was not comfortable at such places, especially with his reputation. He smirked and shook his head. Sighing again, he stopped in front of Grey’s and climbed the three steps to the thick white doors. Without bothering to knock, he entered.

The love for his stepbrothers was what brought him here every third Friday of the month. Why he loved them, he did not know. They treated him with contempt, laughing at him and calling him names: "Simple Vincent, Boy or even Airhead Vincent". A young woman came to retrieve his coat and presumably, his hat, but he shrugged her off. He’d forgotten his coat at the shop too. It was a miracle he hadn’t left his head behind.

Following the worn Persian rug, he entered the second room to the right. Men lounged about in leather chairs, smoking cigars and drinking brandies. A few played card games, although most players could be found in another room. Scantily dressed women milled about, bringing drinks. A few, invited by men, also drank or talked. Vincent caught sight of his elder brother, Raeburn. He sat in the far corner, bathed in shadow. His coppery hair was unruly, his face flushed and his eyes wide as he downed the liquid in his crystal cup. The brute slammed the glass on the table and waved his hand in the air.

Another, Rosie!

He was drunk. Vincent frowned. In truth, he only did this for his mother. On her deathbed almost eight years ago, she’d beseeched them to care for each other, to keep together. Their relationship, which had never been strong, deteriorated quickly. However, he kept trying. For the sake of his dead mother, he kept coming here every Friday to see his elder brother get drunk and the other lose all his coins in gambling.

Grudgingly, he made his way across the room. Where was Henry? A young woman with golden hair and a ready smile balanced a tray in her hand as she sashayed her way over. Bending, she placed the drink on Raeburn’s table. Before she could straighten her posture, a man wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled back. She yelped in surprise, her tray dropping to the floor. Vincent’s eyes narrowed. And, there he was: Henry.

Also older than he, Henry had his father’s menacing brown eyes and their mother’s copper locks. Vincent was the only one with black hair and blue eyes, courtesy of his father. He frowned. Perhaps, had they shared the same sire, they could have gotten along better? Vincent’s lips became a thin line as Henry threw himself on the seat next to his brother, taking Rosie into his lap. No, he doubted it.

Finally reaching the trio, Vincent sank into the old armchair before them. They paid no heed to him as Henry sloppily stole a kiss from the girl while Raeburn lifted her legs onto his lap. Vincent glanced at his hands, embarrassment warming his cheeks. Grey’s might not be the best establishment in the world, but this behavior in the lounge was unacceptable. The girl’s soft moan made him lift his head sharply, his eyes widening as he realized what he was looking at. Raeburn had managed to pull one of Rosie’s breasts free of the confines of her low-cut lilac gown.

Vincent’s jaw dropped as Henry bent his head to suck on the girl’s nipple while Raeburn began a slow exploration of her legs. Loudly clearing his throat, he attempted to make his presence known, but the trio ignored him, too immersed in their own pleasure to care.

Rosie moaned, her blue eyes fluttering open for an instant and locking with his. Should he join them? The woman gasped and tugged Henry’s hair, her eyes closing again. Vincent smirked and grabbed his brother’s drink. Leaning back, he swallowed the brandy in one gulp. His throat burned and his eyes watered. He wasn’t used to this stuff. Another soft moan from Rosie reached his