The Angry Prince

Henry angrily paced in his room, his mind a jumbled mess of anger and frustration. The days were growing shorter, as was his patience with his father. After such a delightful morning spent fucking Belle senseless, Henry had been called to a meeting with his father. It was an hour of time wasted, half listening to the buffoon speak about matters of war with the Dark Kingdom and the selling of his baby sister. The bastard was still favoring Emma, it was clear in the way he spoke of sweet, dumb, couldn’t find her way out of a hat Emma. He would be damned if his place as king of the white kingdom was usurped by his blonde sister. It was he that had been born first. He was the only male heir of the King and Queen, by law the throne was his. And who better to rule the kingdom then he?

Thinking back to the time spent with the King, Henry hated, that he hated his father. While they were similar in height it seemed that is where it ended, He facial features while a reflection of both his sisters was much darker and soft like the Queens. His black hair interwoven with blonde and amber waves making for a very dashing color. The prince did not want to hate his father, the man who begrudgingly taught him to hold a sword, and the politics of war. Unfortunately, the feeling of hatred however seemed to be mutual between the two. As the years passed by, it seemed to grow into pure loathing. No matter what the young man did, his father would sneer, demeaning every effort as if it were nothing. It was the same for his other sister, Rose. Father looked at both of them as mistakes, while the sun shone out of Emma’s derrière.

Normally, Henry excelled at ignoring his father’s criticisms of his personage. For every slander that was tossed his way, he rose above. He was the most eligible bachelor prince in all the kingdoms of this realm, he was debonair, intelligent, a gentleman of the highest standard. On top of everything, Henry prided himself on his prowess between the sheets taking as many maids and visiting princesses, and Queens to his bed that came crawling to him. Though, his mastery of the bed mattered very little when it came to his parents. What had riled his ire and broken through his mask of a refined prince was the meeting he had just attended. Even still, the thought of it caused anger to fill him and a need to sate his frustrations with a willing maiden under him. Tomorrow night the king will announce before the court the betrothal of Rose to a man named Killian Jones and Emma as the crown princess of the white kingdom. Both bitter pills for him to swallow, his baby sister being sold to a pirate, and the bane of his existence, father's favorite child usurping his rightful place as the next in line for the throne. It simply would not do.

“I will not have it!” Henry growled, throwing his desk chair across his room. Quickly, he continued his pacing back and forth, he could not stand the thought of his most hated sister gaining more love than she deserved. Why the king chose the blond fool was beyond him. She was born second that is true, but he was to inherit, the crown was for him. His mother, his tutors, every conquest he has made was in preparation for taking the crown. What have his sisters done that he hasn’t done better? Henry stopped his pacing as thoughts of his youngest, by minutes, sister filled his head. She was so innocent in her ways, he feared for her, knowing that the pirate she will be sold to will break her. Henry wanted more for his precious Rose, for she was his to protect from the minute she followed him into the world. He wanted her close to him for a few more years. At least until he could teach her how to defend herself with a sword. She was too pure for this world. Too good for what awaited her in this life.

Sitting on his bed with a sigh, Henry thought deeply of what to do. He had to stop this insult to his birth immediately. He could see the kingdom falling in just a year under Emma’s rule. She was too wild. The swan princess, the realm had named her. A far too accurate name by far. She was beautiful, graceful, extremely wild and temperamental. Never had she been punished for any of her misadventures or misdeeds. Oh, how Henry would love to see her punished. Stripped bare before the court and whipped for her crimes, the champion of their kingdom being the first to strike her bare bottom with the paddle. The thoughts that traversed into his head caused a stirring in Henry’s pants. He could feel himself harden as more images of the different punishments he could foist upon his blond sister ran wild in his mind. Henry unlaced his trousers to relieve the building pressure inside. His penis sprung free from its confines, fully erect and ready for attention. Wrapping his hand around the base of his hot, rigid cock, Henry began to rub and stimulate his shaft. Rubbing his thumb over the head with every upward stroke to squeezing the base with every downward motion. Lazily, he masturbated with his eyes closed, imagining Emma over his lap begging for him to punish her. With each echoing slap of his imagined hand against her reddened ass cheek, the hand wrapped around his shaft sped up. Alternating between fast and slow, teasing and humping his own hand, the prince knew he would be coming soon. Laying down onto the goose down mattress, his fantasy took a new form from spanking Emma, to fucking her like a bitch in heat. Shoving the blonde to the ground and fucking her like a dog in the street, spreading his seed across her back as she moaned and cried for him in shame and arousal. "Urggghhh" Henry grunted, cumming on his own hand. Chest heaving from the slight exertion of expelling his seed, plans began to form in Henry's head about how to make his fantasy into a reality. If the kingdom were to witness Emma's humiliation, there would be no doubt who would be the next ruler of the white kingdom would be.