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    Erotic Fairy Tales: Rapunzel & The Handsome Stranger
    Erotic Fairy Tales: Rapunzel & The Handsome Stranger
    Erotic Fairy Tales: Rapunzel & The Handsome Stranger
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    Erotic Fairy Tales: Rapunzel & The Handsome Stranger

    By Veronica Sloan

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    For eighteen years Rapunzel has been a captive in the witch's tower. Desperate to know the world beyond her narrow window, the girl prays for sweet release. It is not only the witch and the tower she seeks to escape but the nameless ache inside her restless body. When a handsome thief charms his way into her bedroom, she knows salvation is at hand.

    This erotic tale is 16,000 words and for readers 18 and up.

    ~~~ Excerpt ~~~

    Laertes warred within his soul. He craved this maiden with a passion indescribable, the peerless beauty whose very lust blossomed from a font of sweetest purity. She begged to know the ways of men and women and he was fain to indulge her. But what great sin would it be to profane a heart so true? He touched the hand upon his trousers and whispered, "With all that I am, dearest Rapunzel, know that I love thee. But I cannot grant this wish. In the world you know not, disgrace follows women who are loved by men such as I."

    "Men such as you?" she asked. "A prince?"

    "A lie," he said. "I am a prince of thieves, no more. I scaled this tower in the hopes of plundering its vaunted treasures. Instead I have found the greatest treasure in the five kingdoms...and she has unmanned me with her goodness."

    Rapunzel's fingers touched Laertes' trousers. "That is another lie. You are not unmanned, sir."

    "Any wretched criminal would ravish you in a heartbeat," he said. "I shall not. I swear it." He dared not look at her again.

    Rapunzel gasped to see the tears well in his sapphire eyes. Tenderly, she held his cheek. "Look upon me, Laertes. I bear the marks of your passion and know no shame. What you are a prince of makes no matter to me. I am a princess of despair! I would give you any treasure in this tower just to be rid of the smallest piece of my prison. And I would not interrupt this joyous union for the sake of a world I've never known. I promise you every treasure in this wretched tower if only you will take me too."

    Laertes laced his fingers through her own. "I will take you, Rapunzel, I swear it."

    "And will you show me your manhood?" she whispered.

    "I wish to," he groaned. "I want to! But I pledged to my lost mother's soul I'd never rob an unwed woman of her virtue."

    Rapunzel freed her hand from Laertes' grasp. "My virtue! If my virtue prohibits you from bestowing the knowledge I have waited my whole life to know, I charge you to plunder it as you would plunder my tower!" With haste, her nimble fingers began to unlace his trousers. "My virtue has gained me naught but sleepless nights," she scoffed. "I long to be rid of virtue!"

    Laertes seized her hand. "Rapunzel, I made a vow! As God as my witness, or even your precious moon, I shall not break it."

    Rapunzel wailed with fury. She clutched the man by his thick shoulders and searched his sky blue eyes. "Then do not break your vow!" she said. "Make me your wife."

    Laertes gaped at the girl. "What?"

    Rapunzel pushed herself into his lap and hung her arms about his tan neck. "Wed me, Laertes. Now! In this very moment."

    "I haven't the power to do that," he whispered.

    "Yes you do," she whispered back. She tugged at her ruined neckline and pushed her naked chest into his tunic. "Say I am your wife," she said. "Marry me now and we shall consummate it here in my bedroom."

    Laertes clasped Rapunzel's cheeks between his callused palms. "As God as my witness, and your moon, I declare that we are man and wife."

    Their kiss made the constellations gallop in the dimming sky.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVeronica Sloan
    Release dateJul 14, 2017
    ISBN9781370153497
    Erotic Fairy Tales: Rapunzel & The Handsome Stranger
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    Veronica Sloan

    Veronica Sloan writes dirty stories and naughty romances. Her erotica is explicit and steamy, and no topic is too taboo. A Chicago girl at heart, Veronica graduated from the Columbia School of Journalism with every intention of writing very important things about very important people. Currently, she spends her days writing about pop culture and her nights writing about lusty men and women and their naughty predilections. She loves big dogs, hot yoga and songs that are stupidly catchy. Visit her at https://www.veronica-sloan-erotica.com/home/.

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      Erotic Fairy Tales - Veronica Sloan

      Erotic Fairy Tales

      Rapunzel & The Handsome Stranger

      © Copyright 2017, Veronica Sloan, All Rights Reserved

      NOTICE: This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are 18-years-old and older. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

      Cover created by Veronica Sloan. Cover Photo © Can Stock Photo Inc. / jarih.

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      Chapter 1

      There were a handful of happy years. That was when she was too young to understand her plight. She didn't remember the hut where she was born or the miserable cry of her mother and father when she was pulled from their embrace. In those days the witch could pacify her with a bit of sparkling magic. She was pacified no longer.

      It was on Rapunzel's eighteenth birthday that her final doubt was laid to rest. She knew her prison for what it was. As dawn blooms into the day, so too did the bud of her confusion sprout into frustration. Her tower, though luxurious, bounded her world to a score of footsteps. Such isolation would please the old or sick or insane but Rapunzel was a woman grown. She was young and bursting with vitality, desperate to know the world beyond her lonely window. The witch had promised long ago that she would leave the tower when she was of age. But that vow, like so many before it, the witch refused to honor.

      Sorrow consumed Rapunzel's heart. From that day forth, her solitary window no longer framed a beloved vista but a cruel glimpse of freedom. Where once she sang to the golden light, now she loathed its ceaseless glow. The sun, like the witch, visited her each morn, but both could journey over the horizon when it pleased them. It would have pleased Rapunzel to know how deeply the horizon descended.

      More than once the girl stepped onto the window's lip to squint beyond the mountains. More than once she contemplated the tangle of thorns at the tower's base and whether she would feel pain if she flung herself upon their final mercy.

      But pain was not permitted in the tower. At least not physical pain. The witch attempted to be kindly, and sometimes she even persuaded her captive that she was her loving grandmother, but that soft touch could not erode the sharp desire in Rapunzel's soul. Of physical pain there was none, yet despair stung the girl like a persistent bee. Loneliness burned her with neverending fire. Worst of all was the craving, a longing for something she scarcely understood, a niggling fancy she could not name. It infected her like a plague and its torment worsened with every passing year from adolescence through adulthood, till Rapunzel's mind brushed the scarlet tips of madness itself.

      With all your magic, Rapunzel begged the witch, can you not free me of this nameless craving?

      To this the witch replied, It is your burden to bear, my innocent child. This elemental craving that twists your insides cannot be unbound. This nameless thing, this aching, needful thing, is a magic greater than my own. What you feel is shared by all young women across this ruthless land. It is for your benefit that I have kept you safe within this tower...for without it your virtue would surely suffer.

      My virtue? What is that? Rapunzel asked.

      Your virtue is the purity between your legs, the witch replied. The craven men of this world would have it from you in a heartbeat, with or without your leave. Any girl has cause to fear but you, Rapunzel, will soon be the fairest maiden in the land. You will never know the shame that accompanies it.

      Shame? Rapunzel gasped. Why must I be ashamed?

      My dear, dear girl, the witch croaked. "How silly of me. Too often I forget that you have none but your trusted grandmother to gaze upon. There are no other girls to needlessly compare thyself to, no cause or use for vanity in this place of innocence. Understand, my

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