The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty - The First of the Classic Erotic Trilogy

Aug 26, 2026

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A young prince enters a thorn-choked castle to verify the fabled curse and discovers an entire court preserved in sleep and decay. In the highest chamber, he finds Sleeping Beauty and initiates an intimate, forceful breaking of her enchantment. As the awakened reality spreads—heard through screams from the passages—he asserts control by instructing servants, shutting the door, and speaking to Beauty about the castle coming alive for the first time in a century.

LanguageEnglish

CategoryStory & Novel

FormatPDF

Pages225

Reading Time5 h 47 min

AccessFree to download

Contents

THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY

THE JOURNEY AND THE PUNISHMENT AT THE INN

BEAUTY

THE CASTLE AND THE GREAT HALL

THE PRINCE'S BED CHAMBER

PRINCE ALEXI

PRINCE ALEXI AND FELIX

THE SLAVE'S HALL

THE TRAINING HALL

THE HALL OF PUNISHMENTS

DUTIES IN THE PRINCE'S CHAMBER

SERVING MAID

THE BRIDLE PATH

THE QUEEN'S CHAMBER

LADY JULIANA IN THE QUEEN'S CHAMBER WITH PRINCE ALEXI

PRINCE ALEXI TELLS OF HIS CAPTURE AND ENSLAVEMENT PRINCE ALEXI'S EDUCATION CONTINUES

THE VILLAGE

THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty Anne Rice Writing as A. N. Roquelaure The First of the Classic Erotic Trilogy of Sleeping Beauty an erotic novel of tenderness and cruelty for men and women CONTENTS THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY THE JOURNEY AND THE PUNISHMENT AT THE INN BEAUTY THE CASTLE AND THE GREAT HALL THE PRINCE'S BED CHAMBER PRINCE ALEXI PRINCE ALEXI AND FELIX THE SLAVE'S HALL THE TRAINING HALL THE HALL OF PUNISHMENTS DUTIES IN THE PRINCE'S CHAMBER SERVING MAID THE BRIDLE PATH THE QUEEN'S CHAMBER LADY JULIANA IN THE QUEEN'S CHAMBER WITH PRINCE ALEXI PRINCE ALEXI TELLS OF HIS CAPTURE AND ENSLAVEMENT PRINCE ALEXI'S EDUCATION CONTINUES THE VILLAGE THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY THE PRINCE had all his young life known the story of Sleeping Beauty, cursed to sleep for a hundred years, with her parents, the King and Queen, and all of the Court, after pricking her ﬁnger on a spindle. But he did not believe it until he was inside the castle. Even the bodies of those other Princes caught in the thorns of the rose vines that covered the walls had not made him believe it. They had come believing it, true enough, but he must see for himself inside the castle. Careless with grief for the death of his father, and too powerful under his mother's rule for his own good, he cut these awesome vines at their roots, and immediately prevented them from ensnaring him. It was not his desire to die so much as to conquer. And picking his way through the bones of those who had failed to solve the mystery, he stepped alone into the great banquet hall. The sun was high in the sky and those vines had fallen away, so the light fell in dusty shafts from the lofty windows. And all along the banquet table, the Prince saw the men and women of the old Court, sleeping under layers of dust, their ruddy and slack faces spun over with spider webs. He gasped to see the servants dozing against the walls, their clothing rotted to tatters. But it was true, this old tale. And, fearless as before, he went in search of the Sleeping Beauty who must be at the core of it. In the topmost bedchamber of the house he found her. He had stepped over sleeping chambermaids and valets, and, breathing the dust and damp of the place, he ﬁnally stood in the door of her sanctuary. Her ﬂaxen hair lay long and straight over the deep green velvet of her bed, and her dress in loose folds revealed the rounded breasts and limbs of a young woman. He opened the shuttered windows. The sunlight ﬂooded down on her. And approaching her, he gave a soft gasp as he touched her cheek, and her teeth through her parted lips, and then her tender rounded eyelids. Her face was perfect to him, and her embroidered gown had fallen deep into the crease between her legs so that he could see he shape of her sex beneath it. He drew out his sword, with which he had cut back all the vines outside, and gently slipping the blade between her breasts, let it rip easily through the old fabric. Her dress was laid open to the hem, and he folded it back and looked at her. Her nipples were a rosy pink as were her lips, and the hair between her legs was darkly yellow and curlier than the long straight hair of her head which covered her arms almost down to her hips on either side of her. He cut the sleeves away, lifting her ever so gently to free the cloth, and the weight of her hair seemed to pull her head down over his arm, and her mouth opened just a little bit wider. He put his sword to one side. He removed his heavy armor. And the he lifted her again, his left arm under her shoulders, his right had between her legs, his thumb on top of her pubis. She made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, then she mad such a moan with her whole attitude. Her head fell towards him, and he felt the hot moisture against his right had, and laying her down again, he cupped both of her breasts, and sucked gently on one and then the other. They w

FAQs

What central premise drives the story of The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty?

A prince confronts the legend that Sleeping Beauty and the household are cursed to sleep for a hundred years after a spindle pricks her finger.

How does the prince respond when he finally reaches the castle?

He cuts through the thorny vines that threaten him, enters the great hall, and confirms the old court’s sleep and decay before going to find Beauty.

What happens after the curse is broken?

Beauty awakens, and the castle’s change in state becomes immediate, triggering alarm from those in the passage while the prince keeps control of the situation indoors.

Aug 26, 2026

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