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Freawine’s long locks then pulled his head back roughly. Frea gasped, surprised and excited. The prince slid his cock down to his cleft, coating it with the fragrant oil, then found his bumhole and began to work its length inside him. The pain was considerable, but so was his excitement and he soon grew accustomed to the prince’s size.
    Freawine’s cock rallied and he reached down to pleasure himself as the prince began to thrust faster and faster. Frea met each of his thrusts with a lust-filled groan and came once more as the prince shouted his pleasure and collapsed on his sweat-coated back.
    Breathing heavily, they rolled over, smiling shyly at each other.
    “My queen,” the prince said at last, kissing Freawine gently and ruffling his hair. “What shall I call you? Not Frea, surely.”
    “Freawine,” he answered, kissing the prince’s fingertips with a grin. “And what do I call you, my prince? Surely ‘Your Highness’ is too formal. Eadwine?”
    His prince winced. “That was my father’s name. More of a title, really. He hoped for a dynasty.”
    “What do your intimates call you?” Freawine asked, marveling again at the beauty of those eyes as he kissed the warm cheek, tracing the scars with his tongue.
    “Ælfwine,” he said with a chuckle. Ælf. My mother calls me Ælfwine. My friends call my Ælf.”
    “Ælf, I like that, Your Highness.”
    “I’m sorry I had to put you through such an ordeal,” the prince said, his face serious. “It was a foolish thing to do.”
    “I can’t really spin straw into gold,” Freawine confessed.
    “I know,” the prince answered, a strange smile on his face.
    Freawine stared at him. “How do you know?”
    The air shimmered. The prince disappeared, and in his place lay the crooked little man who’d spun the straw to gold. The misshapen dwarf cackled. As Freawine watched, amazed, the air shimmered again and the prince reappeared.
    “You’re not the only one whose mother put a charm on him at birth,” Aelf said.
    Freawine just shook his head. “What else can you do?”
    The prince laughed. “Let’s take off the rest of your clothes and I’ll show you.”
    Freawine grinned and sank into another hot kiss. He couldn’t wait to see his prince come again.
    The End

Frog Prince
    “Love Me Like a Reptile” blared from the jukebox in the corner for the third time in a row as Madeley pulled another pint. Love you, Lemmy , she thought, keeping an eye on the foaming ale, but if I hear you sing that one more time, I’m going to kick your teeth in . She passed the pint over to the Motörhead fan who whooped his delight, giving her a grin with a few key teeth missing, as well as a fiver, and immediately charging off to rejoin his friends clustered around the record machine. Madeley smiled in surprise and pocketed the tip. Must be my lucky day.
    “Gentlemen, please! I have already rung the bell, you see,” Mr. Dudek cajoled the last group. “Please, drink up.”
    Madeley had felt a rush of gratitude when the landlord rang the bell but now, that people were beginning to leave the pub, her spirits sank again. She would have to go home to the all-too-quiet flat.
    Noel was already piling chairs on top of tables with practiced movements, eager to hit the clubs with his jittery, skinny girlfriend. The pair of them together barely provided enough for one human. They were all legs and elbows.
    But they were together.
    “Now, now, don’t be like that,” she could almost hear Opal’s voice in her head saying.
    Earlier that afternoon, the very real voice of her best friend shouted from Madeley’s mobile. “Marshall was a pathetic wanker and you’re well rid of him. Good riddance to bad rubbish!”
    She’d spoken the truth. He never flossed. He wore the same shirt for days on end. He left the milk on the table. The job he’d managed finally to get a month prior didn’t even last three weeks. And when he got fired, like clockwork, those words came out of his mouth