Title: The Purple Castle
Author: Quinn Slater
Genre: Erotic Fantasy/Fairy Tale Fantasy
Cover Designer: Silla Webb/Masque of the Red Pen
Publication Date: April 5th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
The Purple Castle: A Twisted Retelling of Snow White
Quinn Slater lives in a large town in Kentucky where many of his stories take place. His writing career began in mainstream fiction where he has published five novels. But then he found a delicious appetite for writing erotic fiction. As one college professor put it, âYou need to go write the dirty stuff.â And thatâs exactly what he did.
Quinnâs work features strong male and female protagonists and antagonist, all of who have just the right amount of sexy with a healthy dose of naughtiness. He was once asked why he turned to erotica. The answer was simple. He wanted to put characters in compromising situations and see how their carnal appetites helped them find a way to a pleasurable ending.
âThe dryads are here to serve you on your quest,â Helena said. The nymph flapped her wings excitedly.
Zareena looked up from her foot. âMy quest?â
Helena waved her hand toward the path the group followed, and the trees gracefully bent away from the path, revealing magnificent mountains far to the north, and upon the most distant mountain sat a large purple castle. âIt is the place you seek. We will help to find what you seek.â
Zareena shook her head. âI donât understand. All that I seek is happiness. To be loved and cherished.â
The dryads continued moving Zareenaâs feet forward, stopping in an open area heavily surrounded by trees. A small building sat in the middle, a gentle fire blazing inside, the silhouette of flames licking the walls. The cottage looked like a place she could live forever.
âHe that you seek lives in the purple castle.â
âHe?â Zareena questioned. She again scanned the small village, mesmerized by the fantastical plants and tiny creatures.
âArcturus, ruler of all that you see. He is our king. The lover of us all. And in return, we love him.â Helena motioned at a stump near the small building. âPlease have a seat, and we will explain.â
Zareena crossed the open area and took a seat, facing Helena. Although she crossed her legs, she felt no shame for her nakedness. Several of the female dryads fluttered upward, surrounding her head. Zareena looked to the left and then the right. âWhat are they doing?â
âPreparing you,â Helena replied softly.
The female dryads fluttered around her hair, gently grabbing the long strands.
Zareena watched from the corners of her eyes as the small creatures began to meticulously braid her brunette lox. âPreparing me for what?â
Helena pointed toward the purple castle again. âFor our king, of course. He will love you better than anyone. He will treat you as he has treated us.â
âIâ¦â Zareena began but then held her words. A castle? A king? She looked toward the castle again and this time smiled. When she turned to Helena, she saw her own face in a mirror, Helena fluttering behind the mirror, struggling to hold it in the air. She took the mirror and turned her head, marveling at the braids the dryads had fixed into a bun. For the first time in years she felt pretty. No, she felt beautiful. She lowered the mirror, studying her neck, and then breasts, stomach, the patch of hair between her legs, her milky-white thighs and then the rest of her legs. Her body had changed since entering the woods. With the purple castle looking down on her from afar, she felt as if sheâd walked into her own fairy tale.
Zareena stood and walked around the dryadsâ home, admiring the flowers that seemed to turn and watch her as she passed by. The ground beneath her feet seemed to breathe life into her body. Everything about the dryads exuded an unstoppable energy.
Zareena stopped. Her eyes grew wide. All around her, the male dryads were mounting a female dryad. Small bodies gyrated and glowed. Hips thrusted and wings fluttered.
She moved to her knees and studied two dryads in the throes of love making. The male dryad had the female on her stomach, the female pushing her small ass back toward the maleâs driving hips. The maleâs body glowed brightly, and the femaleâs wings fluttered. Zareena glanced to the right, where a female Dryad was perched atop a male, her wings helping her control the male beneath her.
Zareena sat on the ground and crossed her legs before scooting closer to the first couple she had been admiring. Helena floated closer and took a seat on Zareenaâs bare shoulder.
âWatch his body,â Helena whispered.
With her eyes still trained on the dryads, Zareena nodded and leaned closer. âHeâs becoming transparent. Whatâs happening to him?â
âWatch closer,â Helena replied. âWatch the female.â
The dryadsâ bodies were not much different than those of humans. Zareena watched, amazed, as the femaleâs wings stretched back and engulfed the male behind her. Though the wings became transparent, much like the male dryad, Zareena could still see the milky liquid surging from the maleâs body, emptying into the female. And as the fluorescent cream filled the dryad, she began to sing. In fact, every female around Zareena sang an angelic song as their male counterparts released into them.
âBut what about you?â Zareena asked.
Helena smiled and fluttered into the air. âHold out your hand.â
Zareena did as the small nymph requested. Her heart beat faster and her breathing hastened.
Helena landed softly onto Zareenaâs hand and let her wings relax away from her sides. She pursed her lips and sang as beautiful as anything nature had ever created.