After Midnight: An Erotic Cinderella Story

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

When the clock struck twelve Cinderella's fairy godmother's magic ended...or did it? The beautiful gown and pumpkin coach may have reverted to their former selves, but Aubriella and her prince certainly didn't.

This sweet little story takes place after the ball, following Aubriella and Prince Edward as they search each other out and consummate their relationship. Fun and sexily twisted, this fairy tale is definitely for our adult audience!

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I paced the expanse of my bedroom in quick lines, awaiting the return of my man with news of the girl. I cradled the beautiful slipper in my hands, glass. What had I just witnessed? The girl I'd danced with had worn a beautiful blue gown, but as I'd descended the stairs after her it had changed to pink. The gossamer silk shredding to a cheap satin. And the shoe! Who on earth would choose glass as a shoe? Who indeed!

Aubriella. The name meant nothing to me.

I had turned to go back up the stairs just as Higgins, my right hand man exited the ball, the guards holding the party guests gently within so as not to swarm me. When I had met him at the top of the stairs and asked him where she'd hailed from he could remember only that she had been announced as the Duchess of Faeryn.

Such a place didn't exist, save in fairy stories. After watching the strange magical enchantments–the gorgeous sky-blue gossamer dress spreading to pink, shrinking and shredding before my eyes and, stranger yet, the carriage, a glowing moon-white turning orange like the chameleon in my father's zoo–I wondered, “Have I been captured by a fairy?”

My father had tried to convince me to give other maidens at the ball a turn, but I was done. I'd never felt such a connection to a person in my life. Never felt such a draw. It was as though we were sewn together at our edges and now the strings between us were pulling, threatening to break. In addition, I wanted her.

I wanted her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lesa Fuchs-Carter
• Release date: Apr 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370467716

Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Lesa is a writer of erotic fiction, often considered "too sexy" she has over 50 titles in a wide variety including everything from sweet romance novellas to paranormal short stories. She enjoys pushing the limits and playing out her fantasies on paper.

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After Midnight

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Copyright © 2018 by Lesa Fuchs-Carter, Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce, print, or otherwise distribute without prior written permission of the author.

This short story is fiction. All names, characters, companies, incidents, places, etc. are from the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The content of this eBook contains sexually explicit and graphic situations and is intended for persons over the age of 18. All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older.

Cover designed by Lesa Fuchs-Carter. Photo used with permission © CanStockPhoto - Arturkurjan.

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Table of Contents

After Midnight:

Part One

Part Two

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Part One:

Chapter One

I slid my hand around the curve of his shoulder, feeling the crisp weave of expensive fabric, I glanced down the length of him, finely pressed uniform disappearing amidst the gossamer meets silk gown I wore. While I was accustomed to luxurious textiles, my stepmother spared no expense when it came to her daughters, the gown I wore was so downy-soft and silky that I felt the queen, matched by the handsome man's own luxury.

For a moment I let myself simply glide in his arms, the music swelling and ebbing in the background, the motions so ingrained in his well-bred background that carrying a never-trained slip of a girl with him was easy. If only these few hours could last beyond midnight! When I'd arrived at the ball, I'd been shocked when I'd been announced as the Duchess of Faeryn. I should have corrected him, but I had fretted in the pumpkin-carriage ride as to how I would enter such a prestigious event. I should have assumed my Fairy Godmother had included the invitation in her magic.

Around and around the attendees, I had danced, partners changing every few moments, I'd met men of all shapes and sizes, tall ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones. The caller always pushing us from next to the next, until finally I had been matched with this handsome fellow and left. Another call hadn't been made, and we'd had three beautiful dances thus-far.

The handsome man's hand held properly at my waist, but his eyes showed a desire he could not act on. A desire that stirred within me, and made me both excited and terrified. Could he see through my beautiful gown to the soot covered maiden that resided in it? Could those beautiful blue depths that seemed to read me as I read my father's countless books know that I was just a servant to a stepmother and stepsisters that used and abused me in whatever way they deemed fitting?

I didn't mind it, I know I should, but I didn't. I had plenty of time to myself among the books, and despite the constant calling, whining, and verbal battering, they'd never raised a hand to me. My stepmother let me read and kept my father's books because of the amount of standing amongst the noble peers they offered. Ours was the best library in the kingdom save the king's himself. My fingers traced over the fine braided embellishment at his shoulder again and I glanced to them. A bit of blue, dye splattered on my fingertips from darkening the blues in my stepsister's gown, shown against the white linen and gold braid, I almost yelped out.

I slipped my fingers further down his back, a sheepish grin meeting my lips. He smiled as I felt the hard worked muscle of his back. Could he feel the muscle in mine? Firm and hard from carrying buckets of water from the well, strengthened by the repeated weeding of the crops and flowers around the manor?

His lashes fluttered as my hand rubbed gently along his shoulder-blade. We'd not exchanged a word. So many of the other men had commented about my beauty, about my rank as Duchess. We had made polite introductions and pleasantries, but he, this handsome man in my arms now, said nothing, we simply twirled around the floor. I was content to know that my few hours of respite could be my crowning moment, content to have my dreams lined with a moment of bright reality.

The music reached a crescendo, and the world seemed to fade away leaving only him and I to spin silently around the dance floor. Our eyes connected again, and it was as though I was lost in him like being lost in a book.

I wished again that time could stop in this one moment, letting us stay forever embraced. He leaned forward a bit, and I thought he was going to kiss me. I was shocked by