The Golden Throat

She knelt between my legs on the mossy floor of the alcove, her naked, slender body glowing in the firelight. Her hands, small and artistic, gripped the base of my cock, while her mouth worked diligently on the head.

She bobbed her head, taking me in, letting me slide out, then taking me back in. She made soft, wet noises, slurp, suck, pop, that echoed off the stone walls. She was clumsy, banging her teeth occasionally, but the sheer enthusiasm and the sight of the innocent Princess serving me so willingly made up for any lack of technique.

"Deeper," I encouraged, weaving my fingers through the ocean of golden hair that cascaded down her back.

She tried. She opened her throat, squeezing her eyes shut, and pushed down. Guhk. She gagged, her eyes flying open, watery and panicked. She pulled back immediately, coughing. A string of saliva connected her lip to my cock.

"I... I can't," she wheezed, wiping her mouth. "It's too big, Ray. It hits the back."

"That's okay," I said, leaning forward to stroke her cheek. "You're doing perfectly. Just take what you can. Use your tongue."

She nodded, determined to please the Hero. She went back to work. She licked the shaft like a Sea Salt Ice Cream, her tongue flat and broad. She cupped my balls, exploring the weight of them with gentle, curious fingers.

"They're... heavy," she mumbled against my skin. "Like little bags of gold."

I chuckled darkly. "Something like that."

I watched her for a few more minutes, enjoying the view of her perky breasts swaying with her movements, her nipples still hard from the cold air. But the friction was building, and the heat in the alcove was rising.

"Rapunzel," I groaned, grabbing her shoulders. "Stop."

She pulled back, looking up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. "Did I do good? Is the sword polished?"

"It's very polished," I said, my voice rough. "Come here."

I pulled her up. She scrambled onto my lap again, straddling me. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Her wet, naked center pressed against my stomach. She was sitting tall, her hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eye.

"You're amazing," she whispered, leaning her forehead against mine. "You make me feel... electric. I've never felt like this in the tower."

"That's because the tower is a cage," I said, running my hands down her smooth back to cup her small, firm buttocks. "And this... this is freedom."

I kissed her. It wasn't a gentle, fairy-tale peck. I crushed my mouth against hers. I pried her lips open with my tongue and invaded her mouth, tasting pure innocence and devotion on her breath. Rapunzel gasped into the kiss, then melted. She kissed me back clumsily, moaning in her throat, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I pulled back, breathless. "I want to check something," I whispered.

"Check what?" she asked, dazed.

"The seal."

I moved my hand between her legs. She was wet, soaking wet. The oral sex and the intimacy had primed her. I found her entrance. It was tight, small, and untouched. A true virgin.

I slid one finger inside. Rapunzel stiffened, her back arching, a sharp inhale hissing through her teeth. "Oh! That's... inside!"

"Does it hurt?" I asked, keeping my finger still.

"No... it feels... full," she whispered. "Pressure."

"Just one finger," I soothed. "You're very tight, Rapunzel. Very small."

I began to move my finger in and out slowly. She whimpered, biting her lip, her hips instinctively rocking to meet my hand. "I love you, Rapunzel," I whispered into her ear.

She froze. Her eyes snapped open. "You... you love me?" she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion.

"I do," I replied. It wasn't a lie, she had something about her that touched my heart deeply, but I did try to sell the fantasy completely. "You're beautiful, brave, and perfect. I've fallen for you."

"I... I love you too!" she cried, hugging me tightly, burying her face in my neck. "I love you, Ray! You're my hero!"

"Then let me show you how much I love you," I murmured.

I withdrew my finger. I shifted my hips. I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. She felt the size of it pressing against her. She tensed up. "It's... it's really big, Ray," she whispered fearfully. "Will it fit?"

"We'll make it fit," I promised. "But you have to trust me. And you have to relax."

"I trust you," she sobbed softly. "I trust you with everything."

"Good girl."

I held her hips. I looked into her green eyes. I pushed up. The head breached her. Rapunzel screamed, a sharp cry of pain that echoed in the quiet forest. "Ow! It hurts! It burns!"

"I know, angel. I know," I shushed her, kissing her tears away, but I didn't stop.

I pushed harder. POP. I broke through her barrier. I sank into her tight, virgin heat. She sobbed into my shoulder, clinging to me as I stretched her small body to accommodate the weapon of a Master.

I stopped halfway. I was sheathed in her, tight as a vice. "Look at me," I commanded.

She looked up, tear-stained and beautiful. "You took it," I whispered. "You're mine now. Forever."

"Yours," she choked out. "Forever."

I began to move.