Rapunzel (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales) (2 page)

From
that moment forward Rapunzel was the one shying away from the Enchantress.

Eventually
the Enchantress would come to regret her actions, but at the time she had been
pleased she had put an end to Rapunzel’s harassment, and became content in
being alone for a while.

Rapunzel
wouldn’t forget the slap her mother had given her, and slowly her anger grew.

She
rebelled against her mother’s hold on her life.

Where
before she was a pampered and gentle child, she became unruly, rebellious, all
of it because of her mother’s seemingly rejection. She became lonely.

One
day her mother had ordered Rapunzel to cut her hair. The blonde child ignored
the older woman, and from that moment on she decided she would never cut her
hair, it would be another way of rebelling.

She
then started hiding from the Enchantress and spent a great deal of her time
wandering through the tower. It didn’t take long for Rapunzel to realize one
truth that made her even wearier of her mother. She was a prisoner in her own
house. There was only one exit from the tower and it was guarded by her
mother’s spells, and only the Enchantress could open it. When her mother left
it remained closed, and no matter what Rapunzel attempted it wouldn’t open.

Because
of that Rapunzel approached her mother and begged her to learn magic.

The
Enchantress’ gaze pierced Rapunzel, the woman looking at the girl from top to
bottom. Rapunzel then saw something in her mother’s gaze, something she had
started seeing some time before they started drifting apart, but she couldn’t
say exactly what it was she saw, she just knew that look made her tremble and
her heart beat faster.

Then
her mother shook her head and told Rapunzel she wouldn’t teach her what she
wanted, she wouldn’t make it easier for Rapunzel to escape and leave her alone.

Rapunzel
raged at her mother until her voice became hoarse, asking, begging for a reason
why she imprisoned, and why she couldn’t simply walk outside. The Enchantress
remained still and didn’t reply, until Rapunzel slowly lost her strength and
will to question why, and fled.

The
relationship between mother and daughter had frayed until just the barest touch
of affection remained.

The
Enchantress started spending more and more time away from the tower, in some
occasions spending more than a month without returning to her home. She loved
Rapunzel, but she had no idea how to fix their relationship, and as such
remained away, preferring to hide than to face the blonde child.

Rapunzel
enjoyed her solitude as much as she could, although every time her mother left
she felt a tug at her heart. That tug returned whenever her mother took more
than a week or two to return. It was a fear that she wouldn’t see the other
woman ever again, and it made her feel lightheaded and without breath. Every
time that happened she would only became at peace when she saw her mother
return from the window of her bedroom.

She
didn’t show it when she greeted the other woman, always intent to show she was
perfectly capable of living without the Enchantress. Her mother, one who once
was capable of understanding her daughter – but no more – wouldn’t realize what
truly lied behind her daughter’s façade, and would believe what Rapunzel tried
to make appear as truth.

The
years passed with their behavior unchanged for the most part, mother and
adopted daughter seemingly becoming as strangers to one another, barely
speaking or seeing each other.

It
all changed again when the prince appeared, a few days after Rapunzel’s
eighteenth anniversary.

*******

Rapunzel
was brushing her incredibly long hair, the one she had let grow unimpeded for
years, when she heard someone call for her.

Curious
– it hadn’t seemed like her mother’s voice – she leaned over her window and
looked down, seeing a man she had never seen before at her tower’s entrance.

The
man grinned at her and recited a poem to her beauty. Rapunzel flushed, and
smiled back at him, pleased by his words and his appearance. They talked, and
smiled at each other.

Rapunzel
felt joy like she hadn’t in years, not since she was a child and still
accompanied her mother in her wanderings.

Her
happiness waned when the beautiful man begged her to open the door to the
tower. She had to tell him it was looked by her mother’s magic and she had no
way to open it.

The
man looked pensive for a moment, but then his sight fell on the tower itself
and he grinned, saying he was confident he could climb it. He started slowly,
making sure his footing was secure, but soon enough he climbed most of the edifice,
until he almost reached Rapunzel’s window and realized he wouldn’t be able to
climb further.

The
beautiful blonde woman, seeing him so close but unable to come closer, looked
around herself and tried to find something that would make it possible for him
to come to her.

Her
sight fell on her own hair, the only thing that could possibly reach him. She
grabbed her gold spun hair and threw it at him; he grabbed it and managed to
finish the climb into her bedroom.

Rapunzel
watched him as he slowly beat the dust out of his clothes. It had been years
since she had seen someone other than her mother up close, and she found him
rather handsome.

His
hair was dark and short, his frame was bulky and strong and his eyes made
Rapunzel flush and try to hide her face. When she did that, he touched her
cheek and made her turn her sight back to him, smiling at her innocence and
making her smile in turn.

They
spoke for hours. Rapunzel learned he was a prince and that he had been
adventuring trough the kingdom when he saw her brush her hair and sing while
she leaned over the window. He saw her greet the Enchantress when Rapunzel’s
mother returned from one of her trips and he heard the older woman call her
Rapunzel.

Rapunzel
in turn told him about her life, from her memories as a child walking around
from village to village, to her life in the tower, her imprisonment as she
found it.

The
prince realized she was a very sheltered and innocent woman, and he couldn’t
help but find her striking, the most beautiful woman in the land. He kissed
her, and Rapunzel, not understanding what he was doing, kissed him back.

They
separated after a few moments, Rapunzel once again flushed, while the prince
grinned at the effect he had on the beautiful woman. They continued talking
further, until night started to settle in and the prince decided he had to go.

He
was about to start his climb down when he turned back and came to Rapunzel’s
side. He asked her if she wanted to do something fun and naughty.

Rapunzel,
always hoping to annoy her mother and knowing from her books that doing
something naughty always annoyed mothers accepted.

The
prince swallowed, having second thoughts for a moment, but then he bade
Rapunzel to kneel in front of him. She did so, and he slowly undid his
trousers, reached inside and dragged his cock out into the open.

She
looked at it, finding it very similar to the one she had between her legs, but
something held her from commenting that out loud.

The
prince reached out with his hand and caressed her hair and asked her to touch
his member, to hold it in her hand and stroke it, slowly. She did as he asked,
wrapping her hand around his cock and gripping tightly, feeling his warmth. She
started to move her hand up and down, making him groan in pleasure, and feeling
a quivering between her thighs, a wetness flowing down her leg while her own
member hardened.

He
told her to kiss his cock, and Rapunzel leaned forward and touched her lips to
its reddened head. He groaned again and she could see as the veins on his cock
widened as more blood was pumped into his member. At his urging she kissed him
again, and her tongue sneaked out of her mouth to lick his cock’s tip.

The
prince’s hands came to rest on her head, and his hips started moving forward.
Rapunzel followed his lead and took his cock into her mouth, marveling at the
strange texture of his member and at its salty, musky taste. Her tongue swirled
around the member, tasting him, making the prince grab a lock of her hair and
fist his hand in it.

He
told her what to do next. Following his instructions, Rapunzel started to slide
her mouth over his member, taking his cock further into her mouth, her lips
wrapped tightly around it. Her hands moved to cup his scrotum, playing with his
balls.

The
prince groaned and his cock twitched in Rapunzel’s wet embrace.

Rapunzel
moved slowly at first, her lack of experience obvious, but soon enough the
blonde woman was bobbing her head up and down the prince’s cock, the prick
moving in and out of her mouth faster with every moment that passed.

Rapunzel
marveled at what she was doing, instinctively knowing it was a very naughty
thing, but she couldn’t stop. So eager was she that she took the cock further
than she should and it hit her throat, making her gag.

The
prince loved that and he grasped her head with both of his hands, and started
thrusting hard, making Rapunzel hold still with her mouth as open as she could
make it, as he fucked her face.

A
few moments after he started Rapunzel heard him groan louder than before, and
suddenly she could taste his come, and feel his seed flowing from his prick
into her open mouth. She swallowed what she could, as he begged her to, but it
was too much and she felt some of it escape her mouth and dribble over her
chin.   

The
prince moved back a couple of steps after his cock finished spurting its thick substance
and he looked at Rapunzel’s stunned face, seeing his seed dirtying her entire
face. His cock twitched at the sight, but one look out of the window made him
realize he had to leave. He arranged his pants and he moved to climb down, a
much easier task than climbing up and possible without Rapunzel’s aid.

Rapunzel
remained on her knees for some time, his flavor still remaining in her mouth
ever after she had swallowed the last of him. She felt his seed sticking to her
chin and used her hands to clean it, and felt its white texture between her
fingers, marveling at what seemed to her to be really thick milk.

She
put her fingers on her mouth and tasted his semen once again, before she got up
and went to take a bath.

She
was lying in the warm water when she started thinking about what happened and
couldn’t help but flush when she remembered what she had done. She felt her own
cock hardening, and for the first time in her life she couldn’t help but touch
it and grip her hand around it.

Seeing
its swollen state, Rapunzel wondered about how it would feel to have someone’s
lips around it, like hers had been around the prince’s cock. Slowly, Rapunzel
moved her hand up and down, her grip tight. She marveled at the feeling of it
and moaned in pleasure. Soon she sliding her hands as fast as she could,
pumping up and down.

The
stimulation proved too much and Rapunzel soon came, shooting a load of thick
white seed from her cock’s head. She closed her eyes while the orgasm shook her
body, her chest and breasts heaving with her efforts to breathe.

When
she opened her eyes and saw the white milk she released floating in the water
she wondered if it would taste the same as the prince’s. She found that the
flavor was different, spicier, and the texture was thicker.

Resisting
the urge to nod off in the warm water, Rapunzel got up and moved unto her bed
where sleep took her along shortly.

*******

The
prince returned the next day, and in the days after.

Rapunzel
eagerly waited for him and he longed for her. Their meetings were always the
same; the prince would climb the tower with Rapunzel’s help, and they would
talk and kiss, and at the moment of goodbye Rapunzel would fall on her knees
and pleasure the prince.

He
couldn’t help but feel a guilty about using the innocent girl to obtain
pleasure, but any guilt rapidly fled when his eyes fell on Rapunzel’s tight
mouth wrapped around his cock.

Their
routine was broken on the day the prince let his guilt get the better of him. Ashamed
of how he had behaved the prince decided he would make Rapunzel his wife, and
so erase any and all wrongdoing he did to her, even if she hadn’t realized he
had done so.

So
he asked Rapunzel in marriage, kneeling before her for the first time.

The
young woman didn’t understand what was happening at first, but once he
explained, she jumped at the chance and accepted without hesitation. He smiled,
got up and took her in his arms, kissing her with all his fervor. She replied
with equal desire and before any of them realized they were atop Rapunzel’s bed
and their clothes started to come off.

Rapunzel
was flushing and breathing hard, happy without measure. Slowly her prince took
off her upper clothes, baring her breasts to the open air. She saw desire in
his eyes, an emotion that before she met him she wouldn’t have been able to
identify, and her chest heaved.