Saying Goodbye is hard

The summons came an hour after the bath. I was called to the King’s private study. King Frederic and Queen Arianna were waiting. The mood was heavy. They had their daughter back, but they weren't blind. They had seen the looks, the subtle touches here and there, the way Rapunzel orbited me like a moon around a planet.

"We know," Frederic said, his voice grave, standing by the fireplace. "We know what you are to her."

"She is for sure not an ordinary, innocent teenager anymore," Arianna added softly. "She walks differently. She speaks differently. She... belongs to you, doesn't she?"

I didn't insult them by lying. I stood tall, meeting the King's gaze. "She does," I said calmly. "I saved her life. I saved her soul. In return, she gave me everything."

The King sighed, looking aged. "I should be furious. I should have the guards throw you out. But... I have never seen her look so alive. You brought the sun back to her eyes."

"I ask for her hand," I said, cutting to the chase. "Not to take her away, but to legitimize what is already done."

The parents exchanged a look. A mix of resignation and relief. "If she chooses you," Frederic said, "then we accept you. You are the Savior of Corona. You may have her."

"Thank you," I nodded. "But there is a condition."

I walked to the window, looking out at the stars. "I cannot stay."

The room went silent. "What?" Arianna gasped. "But... she loves you. She thinks this is forever."

"It is forever," I corrected. "But my war isn't over. There are other worlds. Other darknesses. If I stay here playing house, the shadows will return, and they will consume this kingdom. I have to leave to protect her."

"She will be devastated," the King warned.

"She will wait," I said with absolute certainty. "Because she knows I always come back."

I went to her chambers. Rapunzel was waiting in her massive four-poster bed. She had dismissed the maids after they had unknowingly scrubbed my seed from her thighs. She was clean, smelling of lavender, wearing nothing but her skin.

She smiled when I entered, patting the mattress. "Did you tell them?" she asked excitedly. "Are we getting married? Can I wear the white dress?"

"I told them," I said, locking the heavy door behind me.

I walked to the bed. I didn't smile. My face was a mask of dark intent. "And tonight, Rapunzel, I'm going to give you a wedding night you will never forget. Because it has to last you a long time."

Her smile faltered. "What do you mean?"

"I'm leaving in the morning."

She froze. The color drained from her face. "No... no, you can't! You said-"

"I said I protect the light," I interrupted, climbing over her, pinning her to the mattress. "And to do that, I have to hunt the dark. I have to go, Rapunzel."

She started to cry, grabbing my shirt. "Take me with you! Please! I'll carry your bags! I'll fight! I'll do anything!"

"You have a Kingdom to rule," I said, wiping her tears roughly. "Your parents need you. But you... you belong to me. And tonight, I'm going to make sure you never, ever forget that."

I grabbed her hair, her sacred, magically glowing hair. "Sit up."

I used her own golden gift against her. I wrapped the hair around her wrists, binding them behind her back. I wound it around her chest, accentuating her breasts, turning her into a living bondage sculpture of gold and pale skin. I tied her ankles to the bedposts with her own locks. She was helpless. Displayed.

"This is how I leave you," I whispered, admiring my work. "Bound. Open. Waiting."

I didn't take the soft route tonight. There was no romance. This was pure, unadulterated possession. I took her in every position the bindings allowed. I fucked her throat until she was ****, her eyes rolling back. I bent her over and used her ass with a brutality that made her scream into the pillows.

"Say it!" I roared, driving into her. "Who do you belong to?"

"You!" she screamed, sobbing. "I belong to you! Only you!"

I flipped her onto her back. I spread her legs wide. I drove into her pussy, the final destination. I pounded her for hours. I wanted to leave a phantom sensation inside her that would linger for months. I wanted to stretch her so wide that no other object would ever satisfy her.

Finally, as dawn approached, I felt the end. I leaned down, pressing my forehead against hers. "This is the seal, Rapunzel. Keep it safe."

I erupted. It was the biggest load I had ever given her. I poured wave after wave of thick, potent seed into her womb, filling her completely, watching as her belly swelled slightly with the volume. She clamped down on me, crying, begging me not to pull out.

"Stay inside," she wept. "Please, just stay inside."

I stayed until I was soft. Then, I pulled out. POP. The seed didn't leak; she was so full it just stayed there, a pool of white ownership.

I untied her hair, but she didn't move. She lay there, a broken, beautiful mess, covered in sweat and love.

I dressed quickly. My coat, my boots, my Keyblade. I walked to the balcony. Rapunzel crawled out of bed. She dragged herself across the floor, naked and messy, and grabbed my boot.

"I'll wait," she whispered, looking up at me with fierce, terrifying devotion. "I'll wait for you. Forever. I won't let anyone else touch me. I'm yours."

I reached down and patted her head. "I know you will, angel. Be a good Queen."

I stepped onto the railing. I summoned the Highwind. A beam of light engulfed me. The last thing I saw was Rapunzel, the Princess of Corona, clutching her stomach, watching her Master ascend to the stars.