Black Rain

 
He has been traveling for days. The Gray Forest was treacherous. He used his sword to cut his way through the mingled trees that formed a wall between him and what he was looking for. He had heard rumors of a small abandoned castle deep in this forest and he came to investigate. Who builds a castle in a forest so dark the Sun can barely cast its shadows on it’s ground?! If you want to hide anything, this would be the place. He was hoping it was. He has been searching ever since his step mother, the Queen regent, told him of the tale of the sleeping princess. Tales told for hundreds of generations by mothers as well as queens to their children so they can dream. He has been dreaming ever since.  
 
Just before he was old enough to hear such bedtime stories, his father died and left him orphaned to be raised by his step mother until he turned twenty. He was nineteen and soon to become the rightful ruler of Charmaine, the largest of the island kingdoms in the Eastern Seas. The Gray Forest was on the other side of Charmaine, more than three weeks ride from the city of Charmenes, the jewel of this kingdom.
 
Suddenly he saw it, the dark castle as the locals called it. They also said it was haunted and cursed. That was why no one had dared venture here for hundreds of years. It didn’t look much of a castle, more like a prison made of black stones that were brought here from far away. He had to know if what he was looking for was inside this place. The dreams of waking her up has always haunted him ever since he heard of the tale. Everyone said it was just a fairy tale. But he knew it wasn’t. He knew because he sees her in his dreams every single night calling him to come kiss her. He had to find her. He had to find out if he was loosing his mind or not.
 
At first glance he found nothing. He searched the chambers of this so called castle and he didn’t find anything. As he was about to leave he thought he heard a whisper coming from behind a wall, or what appeared to be a wall. Only it wasn’t. It was a door to a chamber leading underground. That was where he found her. His dream. She was laying naked on a stone alter her hands spread apart like she was dead. He was expecting her to be dead. A ghost lying there for hundreds of years. She should be dead. The tale also said she will come back to life with a kiss of a prince, his kiss. And so he did…  
 
He woke up to find himself naked and chained on the stone alter, the same alter he saw her on earlier, and she was standing next to him very much alive.
 
“How long have I been here?” The first question he asked. It felt like he had been on this stone for days. His muscles ached like an old man. The second question that came to his mind was, “who are you? What is your name?” He thought he knew her name but something told him the name he heard in those fairy tales was not hers. Everything he had heard about this woman was not true. She stood naked next to him, skin white like the moon, hair dark red like fire, and eyes as black as the moonless seas at night. What has he done?!
 
“Welcome my prince,” she hissed. “They call me Black Rain and you have been in my possession for a month now.”
 
“Why am I in chains?” He has never been in chains before. Chains were for criminals and thieves. He was a prince of the realm.
 
She almost smiled as she said, “because you’re mine.”
 
“I’m Prince Charsine the sixth of Charmaine. TAKE THOSE CHAINS OFF ME AT ONCE,” He ordered and she laughed. A laugh that sent a chill up his spine and down to his cock which sprung up like an oak tree. And it leaked. Why was it leaking? It shouldn’t be leaking. He was a virgin for heavens sake!!! He has been saving his seed for the one worthy to be his queen. As much as he was tempted by all those servant girls his step mother sent his way, he managed to abstain for the one. And now this one is making him leak. WHY???
 
“I see you are ready for me my prince,” she hissed again.
 
“Ready for what?” Of course he knew for what, but he could not think he could be ready in a place like this and in the hands of a witch like that. Those hands he now felt squeezing his cock and twisting in ways he didn’t think it would possibly twist. She was making sure it was as hard as it could get. She even used her mouth to make sure it was all he could manage. He felt his soul being sucked out of his penis and into her mouth as her tongue slithered around his shaft all the way down to his balls.  
 
“Mmmm…” she moaned. “I think it is good enough.” She said after she pulled up for breath.
 
“Good enough for what?” A question his private teacher would have been ashamed to hear if he had heard his pupil asking. As a prince he has been taught everything about life including how to make one. Now he was about to experience it first hand. In an instant she was on top of him, his cock buried deep into her vagina, and he almost exploded in an instant.  
 
“DON’T,” she screamed, “not until I tell you to.” Another command he wasn’t sure he was able to obey.
 
Slowly she started milking him. Going up and down getting him inside of her as far as his shaft could penetrate. Then she increased the pace. As much as he wanted her off of him he was slowly getting lost in her trance. At first he turned his head away not wanting to look at her. Then his eyes could not obey him. He looked at her breasts as they bounced up and down in front of his eyes. He so wanted to suck on those nipples which brushed his face each time she moved closer until on of those reds entered his mouth and he stopped breathing. All he could think off was how he could suck like a newborn as his milk was slowly being sucked into her womb. With a shriek, “NOWWWWW….” she finally came followed by his own scream of satisfaction as well.
 
He opened his eyes to find he was still chained on the same alter and she was still standing next to him once again. “Now that you have finished taking your fill, you can unchain me now.” He knew that she knew that he wasn’t going anywhere. Deep down inside he felt that he was hers now. He wasn’t going to go anywhere.
 
“I still haven’t finished yet.” She snickered.
 
“You brought me to this place just so you can take my seed?” He was curious to know. “How did you manage to get me to come here?” He asked. “I have been seeing you in my dreams ever since I was boy.”
 
At first she didn’t answer. Her face was as bland as a lake. “I wasn’t the one who brought you here,” she said. “I think it was another.”
 
“Another?”
 
“Yes, I think it was my sister,” she replied. “She has imprisoned me in this place for centuries.”
 
“Why?” He asked.
 
“Because I took what was hers,” she replied. “That’s what I am. I can’t help myself,” she tried to explain. “I posses men and she posses power. She got mad at me for taking her lover and she cast a spell on me.”
 
“Where is your sister now?”
 
“She is your queen,” her words fell on him like a stone mountain. How could this be?
 
How could his own step mother do this? Why would his own step mother do this?
 
“Because she wants to get rid of you?” She told him what he was afraid to tell himself. How could this be?
 
“She has been the one in your dreams telling you to find me,” she tried to explain some more. Black Rain was right there in his mind reading his thoughts. He was hers now. Even his mind was hers now. Not only did she posses his body she possessed his mind as well as his soul.
 
“But why?” He finally managed to ask.
 
“Because she knows once I’m finished sucking every last drop of your cum you will die and I will go back to sleep for another hundred years. That’s the nature of her spell. It can not be undone. No lover can bring me back to life, not his kiss, not his cum, nothing.”
 
“What now?” He finally asked.
 
“Now you are mine,” was her final reply…