The last day

The sun was high and bright over Corona, but for Rapunzel, the real heat was happening in the shadows. I knew I had to leave this world again, but I wanted to give her one last day together.

We started at breakfast in the Royal Dining Hall. It was a formal affair. The table was laden with pastries, fruits, and cured meats. The King and Queen sat at the head, beaming with parental pride. I sat on the left, Rapunzel on the right, directly opposite me.

"We cannot thank you enough," King Frederic said, buttering a scone. "To think our daughter was so close, yet so far. You are a true champion, sir."

"I merely did what was necessary," I replied politely, taking a sip of coffee.

Under the table, the heavy velvet tablecloth concealed a different conversation. Rapunzel was barefoot, of course, she had steadfastly refused the royal cobbler’s attempts to shoe her, much to the court's confusion and my private amusement. I felt her slide up my calf. Her toes, agile and warm, gripped my trousers. She walked her foot higher, over my knee, until she reached my inner thigh.

"Oops," Rapunzel murmured, nudging her fork off the table. It clattered onto the stone floor.

"Oh, clumsy me. I'll get it."

"Nonsense, darling, the servants will-" Queen Arianna began, signaling a footman to fetch fresh cutlery.

But Rapunzel was already gone. She ducked under the tablecloth before anyone could stop her. In the momentary chaos of the footman bustling over to the Queen, I felt a sudden, sharp zip at my crotch.

Rapunzel’s hands were lightning fast. She yanked my zipper down and pulled my hardening cock free from my boxers, leaving it exposed and **** in the cool air under the table.

She popped back up into her seat just as the footman arrived with a new fork, looking the picture of innocent fluster.

"Found it!" she chirped, placing the old fork on the side plate.

"Rapunzel tells us you are a traveler," Queen Arianna smiled, buttering her toast, completely oblivious. "That you showed her the world."

"He showed me... everything," Rapunzel said, her voice dripping with innocence, though her eyes were locked on mine, sparkling with wicked mischief. "He taught me that the world is much... harder than I thought."

Then, she attacked. She found my exposed cock instantly. I nearly choked on my coffee. She sandwiched my erection between the soft, warm soles of her feet. She began to pump up and down, the friction incredible.

"Is something wrong?" the King asked, noticing my sudden freeze and the way my knuckles turned white around my cup.

"Not at all," I managed, staring at Rapunzel. "Just... adjusting to the local flavor."

Rapunzel smirked behind her goblet of juice. Under the table, she was relentless. She curled her agile toes around the head of my cock, milking the pre-cum that was already leaking. She used her arches to grind against the shaft, moving her feet with a dexterity that only a girl who had spent eighteen years climbing walls barefoot could possess.

She pumped faster, her heels digging into the base, her toes teasing the sensitive tip. She was treating me to a royal, skin-on-skin footjob right in front of her parents while they discussed tax policy. She was trying to break me. She wanted me to snap, to flip the table and claim her right there.

I caught her ankle with my hand under the table, squeezing hard as a warning to slow down before I exploded under the table. She just giggled, biting into a strawberry, her eyes promising that this was just the appetizer.

The afternoon was an ordeal of boredom, a "Public Hearing" where the King addressed the grievances of the peasantry. Rapunzel sat on a smaller throne next to her mother, looking bored and beautiful. I stood in the shadows of the colonnade, keeping watch.

An hour in, Rapunzel stood up. "Excuse me, Mother," she whispered loudly enough for the court to hear. "I need to... powder my nose. The excitement is too much."

The Queen nodded indulgently. Rapunzel descended the dais. She walked toward the exit, but she didn't go to the powder room. She caught my eye and tilted her head toward a heavy velvet curtain in the corner of the hall, barely ten feet from the waiting petitioners.

I slipped away and followed her. The moment I stepped behind the curtain, she was on me. "I can't take it," she hissed, her hands tearing at my belt. "Watching them... listening to them... I need you in my mouth. Now."

She dropped to her knees. She yanked my pants down to my ankles. We were hidden only by a curtain. Anyone could have walked in. The risk was intoxicating.

She took me deep, throat-fucking herself with a frantic, animalistic urgency. She sucked hard, her hands gripping my ass, pulling me deeper. She wanted to be used. She wanted the danger. "Faster," I whispered, holding her head. "They're waiting for their Princess."

She hummed a vibration against my cock and swirled her tongue. I didn't hold back. I thrust into her face, fucking her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. I exploded. I filled her mouth with a massive load, coating her tongue and throat.

She pulled off, cheeks bulging. She swallowed some, but kept a significant amount in her mouth. She stood up, wiping a stray drop from her lip, and zipped me up. "Perfect," she mumbled, her voice thick.

She walked back out. I watched from the edge of the curtain. Rapunzel walked up the dais. She sat back down next to the Queen. "Feeling better, darling?" Queen Arianna asked.

"Much better, Mother," Rapunzel smiled. She leaned over and kissed the Queen on the cheek. Smack. A wet, lingering kiss. Rapunzel pulled back, smiling sweetly. She had transferred a trace of my cum onto her mother's face, a secret, filthy mark of disrespect and ownership. The Queen wiped her cheek absently, smiling at her daughter, having no idea she had just been touched by the man who owned them both.

Evening fell. The castle prepared for the night. Rapunzel was scheduled for her Royal Bath. The maids were preparing the hot water, the oils, and the sponges. But before they arrived, Rapunzel slipped into my guest room. She locked the door.

She was wearing only a silk robe. She dropped it. "The maids are coming," she said, breathless. "They're going to scrub me clean. They're going to look everywhere."

She walked over to me, climbing onto the bed on all fours, presenting her ass. "Fill me up," she begged. "Pump it deep. I want them to find it."

"You want the maids to clean you out?" I asked, grabbing her hips.

"I want them to know," she moaned. "I want them to see it leaking out of me and wonder who did it. I want to be full of you while they try to make me a Princess again."

I didn't argue. I drove into her from behind. It wasn't about lovemaking; it was about volume. I pounded her hard and fast, listening to the wet slap of our skin. Rapunzel buried her face in the pillows, muffling her screams so the guards outside wouldn't hear.

"Please... please fill me!"

I gripped her waist and delivered the payload. I poured everything I had into her womb. I held myself deep inside, ensuring not a drop was wasted, pressurizing her insides.

I pulled out with a wet pop. Rapunzel collapsed, panting. Her entrance was gaping, bubbling with white froth.

"Go," I said, slapping her ass. "Your bath is waiting."

She scrambled up, pulling her robe around her dripping center. She looked back at me with a delirious, wicked grin. "They're going to need extra sponges tonight."

She ran out the door, leaving me alone in the dark, ready for the final goodbye.