The Sword in the Stone

The sun dipped below the horizon, plunging the forest into a deep, twilight blue. The only light came from the magical fire I had conjured, casting dancing shadows against the rock walls of the alcove.

Rapunzel was still in my lap, her naked back pressed against my chest, her bottom nestled between my thighs. Her clothes were steaming on a nearby rock, nowhere near dry.

She hadn't moved her hand. She was still holding me through my trousers, squeezing the "muscle" with a mix of innocent curiosity and instinctive fascination.

"It keeps getting harder," she whispered, turning her head slightly to look at me over her shoulder. Her green eyes were wide, reflecting the flames. "In the books... the Prince usually just kisses the Princess's hand. They never talk about... this."

"Books are written for children, Rapunzel," I said softly, brushing a lock of golden hair from her face. "We are adults. And adults share a different kind of magic."

I shifted my hips, driving the erection harder against her hand. "You want to know what this is?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"It's the sword," I lied, using a metaphor she would adore. "Every hero keeps his sword sheathed until he finds the right place to put it."

"The sword..." She looked down at my crotch with newfound reverence. "And... am I supposed to hold it?"

"You're supposed to care for it," I corrected. "A good partner polishes the weapon. Keeps it ready for battle."

I reached down and covered her hand with mine. "Unbutton them."

Rapunzel bit her lip, her fingers trembling. She fumbled with the button of my trousers. It popped open. The zipper hissed as she lowered it. My erection sprang free, pushing through the opening of my boxer briefs.

Rapunzel gasped. She scrambled off my lap and knelt between my spread legs to get a better look. In the firelight, it looked massive, thick, veined, and angry. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip like a pearl.

"Oh wow," she whispered, leaning in close but not touching it yet. "It looks... alive. And it's so big. Much bigger than the pictures in the medical books."

"That's because I'm a Master," I said, leaning back on my hands, spreading my legs wider to give her full access. "Go on. Touch it. It won't bite you... unless you want it to."

She reached out with a hesitant finger. She poked the head. It bobbed slightly. She giggled. "It's soft... but hard underneath. Like velvet over stone."

She wrapped her hand around the shaft. She squeezed. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. Rapunzel’s eyes lit up. "You like that! I heard you make a sound!"

"I love it, Rapunzel," I murmured, staring down at the naked, golden-haired beauty kneeling before me. "It feels amazing when you touch me."

"I want to make you feel amazing," she said earnestly. "You saved me. You warmed me up. I want to do it back."

"Then use your mouth," I instructed.

She froze. She looked up at me, confused. "My... mouth?"

"Like tasting a sweet fruit," I explained gently. "Or a candy. You put it in your mouth, and you lick it. It’s the highest form of gratitude a Princess can give her Hero."

"Gratitude," she repeated. She looked at the cock. It was daunting, but her desire to please me, and her curiosity, overrode her hesitation.

"Okay," she whispered. "I'll try."

She leaned forward. She parted her lips. She hesitated inches from the tip, smelling the musk of a man. Then, she extended her pink tongue. She licked the head.

Slurp.

A jolt of electricity shot through me. Her tongue was soft, wet, and eager. "Good girl," I praised. "Just like that. Taste me."

Encouraged by my voice, she opened her mouth wider. She took the head inside. She hummed against me, swirling her tongue around the ridge. She tasted the pre-cum. "It's salty," she mumbled around the meat.

"Keep going. Deeper."

She pushed her head forward. She took an inch. Then two. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She had no technique, no experience, just raw enthusiasm. She experimented, running her tongue along the vein, bobbing her head experimentally.

I reached down and tangled my hand in her endless golden hair. "That's it, my angel," I whispered. "Take it all."

At the word 'angel,' she looked up at me, her eyes shining with adoration. She opened her throat and tried to swallow me whole. She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She wanted to prove she could handle the Hero's sword.

I watched her work, the firelight illuminating her naked, pale body, her breasts swaying slightly as she bobbed up and down on my lap. The bird was learning to sing a new song.