The Frog Prince's Hair-Raising Predicament [A Tail Like No Other: Book Three] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read online

  I’d had every intention to wait until he was ready, for as long as he wanted me to. And now, he’d reached out to me and offered himself in a way that made me nearly incapable of rational thought.

  How could I be expected to hold onto my scruples when the man I craved so much came to me of his own free will? I’d been taunted with a brief taste of his passion in the library, and I couldn’t wait to have more.

  As such, even if I realized Rapunzel still had no idea what he was getting himself into, I didn’t argue with him. Instead, I practically rushed him through the corridors, uncaring as to who saw us, my whole being focused on the desire to touch him again.

  Rapunzel didn’t look like he minded. In fact, he didn’t seem to notice the occasional guard we passed, or the ones who stood in front of my rooms. If he had, he’d have been more embarrassed. But Rapunzel, my beautiful love, appeared to be completely focused on me.

  As I walked into my quarters, his hold on me tightened. In that moment, in spite of my urgency, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d changed his mind. “Are you all right?” I asked him.

  Rapunzel nodded. “I’m…I’m a little nervous,” he mumbled under his breath.

  I carried him into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. As I gently placed him onto the mattress, I smiled at him. “There’s no reason to be. This is a perfectly natural thing between two people who love each other.”

  Rapunzel stole a look at me, then quickly glanced away, fidgeting. “I just…I haven’t done this before.”

  “Me neither,” I replied. My beautiful Rapunzel turned toward me, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief, so I amended, “I’ve had sex with various partners, but I’ve never made love with anyone. You’re my first, in all the ways that count.”

  Yes, he was the first person who made my heart race like this, the first person who made me happy just by smiling, who valued books and knowledge as much as I did, and simply understood me. He had me under an enchantment stronger than any magic the witch could have ever cast, without even trying.

  “Just let me take care of you, all right?” I asked him. “Trust me.”

  Rapunzel seemed to relax at my answer. He lay back on the pillows, beaming brightly at me. “I do.”

  My blood rushed in my ears as I took in the simple, beautiful faith held in those two words. I wanted to lunge at him and ravage his mouth just like I had in the library, and it took everything I had to hold back. Perhaps it had been for the best that his hair had interrupted us. Rapunzel deserved better for his first time than a random romp between dusty book shelves.

  Swallowing around the sudden knot in my throat, I reached for him and started to work on his clothing. This time, I didn’t rush. I pulled off his sandals first and gently massaged his feet, much like I had the day of our trip in the forest. Rapunzel’s blue eyes began to grow hazy, his robes tenting as his dick hardened. He was starved for affectionate touch, and I’d been given the opportunity to show him how beautiful it could be. I wouldn’t waste that chance or treat that privilege carelessly.

  Once Rapunzel seemed pretty distracted from his concerns, I progressed toward the rest of his clothes. The style of the garment had made it easy for me to touch him in the library, but it was a little frustrating when I had to fully remove it. It had all sorts of buttons and belts that secured it, and Rapunzel would have had to get up and help for the process to go over quickly and efficiently.

  I had no patience for that, and really, Rapunzel was unlikely to want to do it either. Even if I’d wanted to be gentle, I ended up tearing off Rapunzel’s robes. My beautiful love gasped at the sound. “Medwin…My clothes…”

  “I’ll get you new ones,” I replied. “I’ll get you whatever you want, the stars and moon if you ask it of me.”

  I was babbling and making promises I couldn’t keep, but I couldn’t help it. In that moment, I truly felt powerful, like I could take on the entire world and win. I was drunk on Rapunzel’s shy beauty, on his obvious desire for me, the small whimpers he made when my fingers came into contact with his skin. My brain was starting to short-circuit, and we hadn’t even done much of anything.

  Finally, when I removed Rapunzel’s underwear, my ability to speak vanished altogether. I simply froze, struck dumb by the angelic beauty of the creature in front of me. I was actually afraid to blink out of an irrational fear that, if I closed my eyes even for a second, he would disappear.

  I must have been staring at him for too long, because Rapunzel blinked up at me in obvious confusion. “Medwin?” he asked, biting his lip in that gesture I recognized as a sign of his nervousness.

  That realization, or perhaps that one word, snapped me out of my trance. He wasn’t a surreal creature. He was Rapunzel, the man I knew and loved, the same one who’d laughed as he tossed a slice of cake at me, who’d cried in my embrace, and who’d faced his every fear to come rescue me. My Rapunzel. My other half.

  The thought was so powerful that I could no longer hold myself in check. I crawled on top of him and pressed our mouths together for the second time that day. Rapunzel seemed like a fast learner, because now, he parted his lips, granting me entrance. His willing surrender enflamed me even further, and I took what he offered, tasting him greedily, craving him more than I did my next breath.

  Rapunzel wrapped his arms around my neck, rubbing against me and releasing more of those maddening little whimpers. He clutched my shoulders, and lightning bolts of pleasure coursed through me as his magic started to flow over us both. Perhaps it should have made me a little apprehensive, given everything that had happened before, but instead, it just fueled my desire for him.

  It was only because of that very same desire that I pulled away from our kiss. My nerve endings were alive with lust, and I desperately needed skin to skin. Rapunzel released a hurt noise when I broke apart from him, but I shushed him. “Relax. I’ll give you what you need.”

  As I spoke, I discarded my boots on the floor next to his sandals and unbuttoned my shirt. Rapunzel’s protests died when I abandoned it, as well. He just stared at me, biting his lower lip, his eyes so wide they almost seemed too big for his face. Taking in his obvious need for me served to make me even more frantic. I practically tore off my breeches in my haste to get naked, but my enthusiasm was rewarded the moment I was finally naked, too.

  At this point, Rapunzel was trembling, his dick leaking generous amounts of pre-cum, practically demanding my attention. I gladly followed his cues and covered his body with my own. Even if my cock practically screamed to be buried inside the sanctuary of Rapunzel’s body, I ignored it.

  Rapunzel had been brave in telling me that he’d liked the images in the book and he wanted us to do such things together. So, I planned to show him at least a part of what he’d seen, all in good time.

  I started by peppering his beautiful face with kisses. His hair came undone from its knot—seemingly on its own—and I experienced a brief moment of panic in which I thought another incident would interrupt us. It didn’t happen. This time, Rapunzel’s beautiful locks allowed us to continue with no problems.

  With that matter out of the way, I continued to explore Rapunzel’s body. I could have easily dwelt on kissing him forever, on mapping the aristocratic features of his face with my tongue over and over. But both of us needed more than that, and I progressed lower down, sucking on his collarbone and the hollow of his throat. He arched his back, tilting his head, wordlessly demanding more.

  As his moans rose in volume, his hands started roaming over my body. At first tremulous, then greedy, they explored me with the same passion I felt within me. Apparently, in spite of his shyness and lack of experience, Rapunzel desired me enough to surpass his previous hesitation. That was a heady thought, and it urged me onward, encouraging me toward more daring caresses.

  His nipples had already pebbled, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to them. The plump yet delicate bits of flesh were as beautiful as the rest of him, and I wanted to see how he would respond once
I touched them.

  I was not disappointed, because when I engulfed his right nipple in my mouth, Rapunzel cried out, his dick throbbing against my abdomen. “Medwin…Oh, Goddess, please!”

  He started to thrash under me, his hair writhing around us like a live thing. Drunk on his obvious pleasure, I suckled on the nub in my mouth while tweaking his other nipple with my fingers.

  Rapunzel’s hands landed in my hair, but he made no attempt to either push me away or pull me closer. Or maybe he was trying to do both. He clearly craved the stimulation I provided, but couldn’t decide where he wanted my mouth most.

  In the end, I took that decision for him. Releasing his nipple from my mouth with a wet pop, I freed myself from his hold and kissed over his abdomen, until I finally reached his weeping dick. Without a single word of warning, I took his cock in my mouth, all the way into my throat.

  He screamed, so loudly I could have mistaken it for a shout of pain if I didn’t know any better. As I bobbed my head up and down his prick, I knew that he wouldn’t be able to endure for much longer. His fingers buried themselves in my locks again, pulling so hard my scalp was starting to ache. Meanwhile, his tresses swept over my body, an extension of him, of his magic, touching everything he couldn’t reach on his own.

  Even if it would have been easy for me to lose myself in the sensation, I kept a tight leash over what remained of my control. The flavor of his pre-cum tasted like pure, sinful heaven. I could have come just from sucking his dick, but I wanted to focus on his pleasure, on his experience. I sped up the pace and speed of my suction, reveling in the sounds of pleasure he made, in the knowledge that I was the first to touch him like him this.

  His dick was long and slender, and I loved the feel of it on my tongue, in my mouth. I lavished every inch of it with attention, at the same time rolling the perfect spheres of his balls in my hand. It was hard to believe that he’d ever doubted his gender. He certainly didn’t have any problems with acknowledging it now.

  Finally, when my own urgency began to grow unbearable, I rubbed my fingers over his taint, then thrust one single dry digit into his anus. Rapunzel went completely rigid, and seconds later, he came, his cock pulsing and filling my mouth with streams of hot cum.

  It took everything I had not to follow him over the edge. Only my desire to be inside him when that happened kept me from doing so. As it was, I gulped down every drop of his offering. Sweet and salty with a slight spicy tinge, it was much like Rapunzel himself, reminding me of his complex nature. His gentle, generous, and shy exterior hid a very passionate creature, and one of great courage. I truly didn’t know what I’d done to deserve his affection, but from now on, I had every intention to dedicate my life to showing him how much I appreciated it.

  I released his spent cock from my mouth and licked my lips as I scanned his face. Rapunzel met my gaze with dazed eyes that shone like beautiful sapphires. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. I could read those lovely blue orbs like I would a book, and now, they said that he still wanted to be with me, in every other way.

  Following that wordless plea, I flipped him on all fours. He must have had some idea of what I planned, because he thrust his ass out, wiggling it invitingly. My mind just about melted with lust. Distantly, I wondered if I should be thankful that he’d found that damn book or worried instead.

  But that didn’t matter anymore, not really. Right now, I craved him too much to be concerned about trivial affairs. Following that lust, I spread his ass cheeks and licked over his ass crease. He obviously hadn’t expected that, because he tensed up a little and shot a glance toward me. “Medwin…What?”

  I squeezed his hip, suspecting that he was worried I wouldn’t enjoy this. As I did so, I thrust my tongue into his anus, using it to stretch him like a little cock. Rapunzel’s resistance died at that, and soon, he was pushing back against me, fucking my face with the same unrestrained passion he’d done earlier with my mouth. I managed to sneak a hand under him and, predictably, found his prick hard once more. I could only imagine he’d denied his natural impulses for a long time. Besides, a potent sexual tension had been building up between us from the moment we’d met. Either way, I was more than happy to provide him with relief.

  For a while, I kept tongue-fucking him, unable to get enough of his beautiful passion and delicious taste. Because, impossibly, even here, he tasted delicious, so much so that I suspected that feasting on his ass would soon become one of my favorite activities. In fact, I’d have liked to make him come again just by rimming him, but my dick was starting to be very jealous of my tongue. It throbbed painfully, reminding me that it wanted to be let in on the action.

  At one point, I finally snapped. I lifted my head, drawing a small whimper of protest from my beautiful love. Shushing him, I reached for the nightstand and retrieved a vial of oil from inside. It was half empty, largely because these days, I couldn’t help but need to masturbate. I poured a generous amount on my fingers and reached between the perfect globes of his ass cheeks. Even if I’d loosened him up a little through the rimming, he was still a virgin, and I needed to take extra care of him.

  I slid two fingers inside his channel, hissing at the tightness that engulfed my digits. I wanted to sink into his heat so badly it hurt, but instead, I stretched him carefully and gently. In the process, I found his prostate and rubbed the spongy gland, making Rapunzel writhe and cry out again.

  “Medwin,” he finally said between incoherent moans. “Medwin, please! Take me!”

  How could I deny him? In spite of all my Arthurian training, it would have taken a man far stronger than me to refuse him. I pulled my fingers out of his channel and slicked up my prick with some of the oil, readying myself to penetrate him. I would have liked to see his face and his eyes as I fucked him, but it would be easier for him this way.

  And then, he shocked me by throwing a look over his shoulder. “O–on my back,” he said. “P–please.”

  In spite of the stammering, there was clear decision in his voice. Once more, I was in awe with the fact that our thoughts seemed to be completely in synch. Nevertheless, I felt wary of taking him in that position for our first time. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt him because of my own selfishness.

  “It would be easier this way,” I reminded him. Was that my voice, so husky and raw? I sounded like I’d been eating sandpaper.

  “I don’t care,” Rapunzel shot back. “Medwin…please.”

  In spite of my intellectual knowledge of what would have been better for Rapunzel, I complied. I flipped him over on his back and lifted his legs onto my shoulders. At last, I positioned my dick at his opening and slid home.

  His body opened up to me like a flower, parting to welcome me into his depths. I’d expected him to be a little tense, and he was, but only for a few seconds. After that, his flesh yielded to me almost greedily. He was tight around my prick that I had trouble not coming on the spot like an inexperienced teen.

  By some miracle, I succeeded in keeping my imminent orgasm in check. When I was fully buried inside him, I stilled, half to allow him to get used to the invasion, but also for my own benefit. Naturally, it helped very little. If anything, the snug hold of his ass soon made it impossible for me to even consider waiting any further.

  Surrendering to the inevitable, I pulled out of my beautiful love and thrust back inside, a little harder than I’d originally intended. Rapunzel didn’t seem to mind. In fact, when my dick struck his prostate, he released another of his now trademark sounds of passion. He held onto my shoulders, his fingernails digging into my flesh so hard he must have drawn blood. I held his gaze, examining his face for any sign of pain, but his blissful expression only encouraged me to continue.

  With past partners, first encounters were always a little awkward, a little confusing and hesitant. It wasn’t like that with Rapunzel. Oh, no doubt about it, we were both impossibly frantic, needing, aching, lusting for each other so much that the flame of our desire truly seemed to turn i
nto a palpable blaze. But at the same time, we moved in complete synch. Just by looking into his beautiful blue eyes, I could tell what he was thinking and feeling, but it was more than a simple understanding at an intellectual level. His emotions seemed like mine. Maybe they were. I couldn’t tell anymore.

  My skin sizzled as his magic engulfed us both. He couldn’t reach for me in every way he obviously wanted to, but his hair did the job in his stead, caressing me, teasing me, providing an additional layer to the stimulation.

  Soon, it became too much for me to withstand, but still, I wanted Rapunzel to come first. Sliding my hand between our sweat-slick bodies, I gripped his hard dick and jacked him off furiously. Two strokes of my hand, and it was all over.

  “Medwin!” he shouted as he found his peak, spurting his cream all over my hand. His ass tightened around my prick, and a wave of power and ecstasy exploded over me. With a grunt of my own, I thrust one last time inside him and came harder than I ever had in my life.

  In that moment, something seemed to click in my mind and soul. A sort of peculiar thread tightened around me and Rapunzel, and suddenly, I had a crystal clear view of how he’d lived like before we’d met. He’d been so alone because of his father’s possessiveness, but he had never yielded to bitterness. He still cared about the man a great deal, and the realization that the warlock had lied to him about his gender hurt him deeply.

  But the love between us was stronger than that. I held him tightly, willing him to understand everything I felt for him. And then, the strangest thing happened. A soft voice drifted into my mind, one I recognized with ease.

  “Medwin,” Rapunzel whispered. “I love you.”

  I was so shocked I almost thought it was a dream. Kirril had told me once that he could talk to his mate through what he called a mate bond, but he’d also said it was a dragon thing. I had never expected something like this would happen with me and Rapunzel.