The Little Girl and the Fairytales

-by Alvo Torelli, September, 2021

Part 1: The Sleeping Prince and the Brave Little Princess

Crystal reads her book, a book of fairytale adventure stories. It's an old, heavy book with a thick leather cover and very few pictures. It's not a book a nine-year-old would normally read. But she loves the book. She's read it over and over.

Daddy watches Crystal read the book and he sips his tea. He loves his little girl so much. Half of her striking, long, and thick ginger hair falls down her back almost to her waist, while the rest falls over her shoulders, just a bit wild, as usual. A few strands fall over the edges of her gold, wire-rimmed glasses as she reads. Unconsciously, she puffs out some air to make the tickling strands go away. He wants to reach over and run his fingers through the wispy locks and push them out of her way. But he doesn't. Daddy wonders if his girl knows just how beautiful she is - so feminine for a child her age, so petite and pixie-like, or maybe a fairy, or the fairytale princess she loves to pretend to be. He looks across the table at Crystal's mother, his wife, his duty - the same red hair, shorter and tightly bound in a neat bun to give just the right professional demeanor for her high-stress office. A small woman, but a big personality, already absorbed in work and ready to dash out the door on a Saturday. Daddy catches her eye and smiles, wordlessly letting her know that it's okay, she needn't feel guilty for working on the weekend - not that she would.

Daddy and Crystal, alone, will be fine.

"Daddy?" Crystal breaks into daddy's reveries. "What does 'ravished' mean?"

"Crystal! Honey, that's not a word a girl your age needs to know." Mommy answers sternly. "Really, Ajax, why do you let her read things that aren't age-appropriate?"

Daddy cringes slightly at the sound of his name on the annoyed lips of his wife. She knows perfectly well he doesn't like being called by the name of some ancient, mighty hero. His friends, and usually his loving wife, all call him by his initials, AJ, an old Texas tradition. But his wife knows his real name will strike a point.

"It's okay, Daddy," Crystal says. She closes her book with a paper napkin to hold her place. Her emerald-green eyes catch her daddy's eyes and she twitches a smile in one corner of her delicate, thin lips that says 'you can tell me later, Daddy,' as clear to him as if she had spoken out loud. Mommy is clueless to the exchange. Daddy hides his smile behind another sip of his strong tea. He marvels at Crystal's long eyelashes. Her eyes are so big, so vulnerable. He has to look away.

"God, I'm going to be late if I don't get out of here right now," Mommy says. As she heads for the door, grabbing her keys and a mask from the wall, she throws over her shoulder, "AJ, please don't just waste the whole day playing silly games, will you? You could do something to help out. Crystal needs school supplies and we're low on groceries. Just call in an order and ... oh, never mind. Later. Love you, Crissy." And then mommy is gone.

It's quiet for some time. Daddy reads the paper and Crystal goes back to her thick book. Without looking, the young girl feels the times when daddy steals a glance in her direction and she bites her thick lip in mock concentration, trying not to smile. When Crystal finishes her chapter she raises her high-cheeked face and asks, "Daddy, will you play with me, please? We haven't played a game for a long time."

“We played a game yesterday, silly.”

“That was a board game, daddy. I mean a make-believe game.”

“What kind of make-believe game, Princess?”

Crystal runs her fingers down the page of her thick book and bites her lip, staring at a colorful picture and concentrating to read the caption. AJ thinks she’s forgotten the question, but the sweet little girl’s shyest voice answers him in a whisper. “Can we play a game about the Handsome Sleeping Prince and the Brave Little Princess?”

“I don’t know that game,” AJ says. There’s something about the name of the game that sends a shiver of excitement through him. He can’t understand it, and suddenly he can’t take his eyes off of his pretty redheaded daughter. “Is it a scary game, Princess?”

Crystal’s fine, red lip trembles a little before she brings her big green eyes up to look at her daddy’s face. Her lip trembles faster when she sees the way he’s concentrating on her. Her voice breaks. “Um, it’s a little bit scary. It’s scary for the brave little princess.”

“I’m sure it won’t be too scary for you, Baby.” AJ feels his own lip mirror the tremble in his daughter’s. “So, ah, how do we play this game?”

Crystal rises from the table and takes her daddy’s large hand into her small hand. As she leads him down the hall she begins the story of their fairytale game. “Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince. He was so handsome and good and smart and all the people loved him very much. But the prince’s sister was terribly jealous of the prince, so she paid a nasty old witch to curse the prince.” She led daddy into his bedroom, indicating as she spoke that he should lie down.

“Oh, that sounds scary,” AJ said. “What happened then?”

“It was terrible!” Crystal says with all sincerity. “The handsome prince fell into a deep sleep in the highest tower of the castle!” She carefully crosses daddy’s hands over his chest and scowls at him when he smiles at her. “He fell asleep!” she repeats.

“Oh, right.” AJ dutifully closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep on the bed.

“And then,” the little girl continues, “because the old witch had tricked the sister, everyone in the castle fell asleep too! The old witch cackled and cast another spell to bring a dragon to the castle to make sure that no one could come and wake the handsome prince and save the kingdom.”

“She was a very bad witch!” AJ whispers.

“Asleep!” Crystal barks and scowls, but a second later she has to bite her lip to stop from grinning. “Yes, she was a very bad witch.”

“Then what…” AJ tries to whisper, but a growl from his daughter cuts him off.

“Then what happened was that one day, a long time later, a beautiful young princess rode by the castle and wondered what had happened to all the people.”

“Was she as pretty as you, Baby?” AJ whispers and peeks through the lashes of one eye.

“Asleep!” Crystal hisses, but she blushes deeply, her big eyes twinkle, and a gorgeous smile lights up her young face.

“Did she have long, gorgeous red hair and amazing emerald green eyes?”

“Daddy!” Crystal shrills. “You’re not playing right!”

“Sorry,” he whispers back and closes his eyes tight. He pretends to snore and he hears the tinkling of his little girl’s giggle, one of his favorite sounds. But the giggles fade away as she tiptoes out of his room. AJ wonders where she’s going, what she’s doing. He doesn’t have to wait long.

“When the brave little princess stopped in the next village, she learned about the terrible curse,” Crystal narrates from afar. AJ imagines her retrieving some essential props from her room. He grins, thinking of her getting a pretend sword or some other implement to fight a dragon.

“She was scared of the dragon, but when she heard how handsome and kind the prince was, she knew she had to try to save him and his people,” Crystal yells. As she continues, her voice comes closer. “She snuck into the castle as fast as she could and caught the dragon by surprise!”

AJ hears banging and crashing.

“The dragon was so big and so scary, and covered with slimy scales, but the brave little princess didn’t hesitate. They fought and fought!” More banging and crashing. “Until the princess chopped off the dragon’s ugly head and the whole, nasty creature transformed into a cloud of beautiful butterflies!”

AJ snorted, trying not to laugh out loud. How typical of his precious daughter to turn a dragon into a cloud of butterflies.

Her voice is quieter and closer when she continues the fantasy. “And what happened then was that the butterflies swirled around the brave little princess and led her to the handsome sleeping prince. He was so handsome! The princess fell in love with him at once. And then…, and then…”

Crystals voice breaks and quivers with real fear. AJ’s heart goes out to hear, but he continues to play his silent part.

“And then,” the child’s quavering little voice continues, “the brave little princess was very scared and she had to gather all her wits and bravery because the butterflies had whispered in her ear that the only way to break the evil witch’s curse was to give the handsome prince a very special kiss, a magic kiss. But the brave little princess had never kissed a boy, much less a handsome prince, and she wasn’t sure if he would like a magic kiss.”

By the time she finishes her quavering speech, Crystal is barely whispering. But she’s so close that AJ can hear every word. He can feel the warmth of her breath on his lips and smell her sweet breath in his nostrils. A moment later the weight of her small body descends onto his chest. This game has gone too far, but the tiny, gentle brush of her lips against his lips sends electric excitement through his body. Her long, amazing eyelashes tickle his cheek. Crystal's touch – lips to lips – is so tentative and light and sweet, but it's definitely a kiss, and AJ is swept away in the moment. Without looking, for looking would break the spell, he cranes forward, pressing his lips against his little daughter with eager anticipation he knows he shouldn't feel. AJ kisses Crystal back.

Crystal’s breath catches in her throat, but she doesn’t pull back. Her lips part. Her tiny tongue flicks across her daddy’s lips, then finds the roughness of his tongue as it comes to meet her. Her mouth opens. Their lips push together harder. She tenses when she feels daddy’s hand behind her neck, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Her head tilts, just so, to better fit with her daddy’s hungry lips and probing tongue.

AJ’s brain is telling him to stop snogging his little daughter! The embarrassing erection in his loose boxer shorts – the ones he sleeps in – is telling him to pull her tighter. A war begins between his mind and his body. It’s almost painful, but his duty to his daughter, as a father, begins to hold sway. His conscience is on the verge of victory until his hands change the field of battle, for his hands have discovered that the little girl stretched out on top of him, with her precious little lips pressed to his, is naked. Her flannel pajamas are gone and the smooth warmth of her skin nearly scorches his fingertips. Oh god, the advanced scout of his hand reports back that her round little ass is bare! In that second, the battle of conscience and desire flips and he pulls the naked little thing tighter to his chest and lips.

But, in that same moment of her daddy’s weakness, Crystal pulls away, jarring him to his core, throwing him into confusion. His hard cock almost audibly screams across the battlefield.

“And what happened then was…” Crystal whispers, millimeters from her daddy’s surprised face, “that the brave little princess was very disappointed because the handsome prince didn’t wake up, despite the lovely, lovely kiss they’d had.”

AJ’s eyes are still closed. His heart twists and his brain whirls, but he plays his part – doing his best to appear to sleep the sleep of the cursed, despite the feel of his little girl’s smooth, bare skin. Maybe she’s giving him an out. Maybe, if he’s strong, he can get out of this and still be able to look her in the eyes without drowning in guilt.

“But the butterflies whirled and whirled around the prince and the princess, whispering into the little princess’s ears. ‘No, no, princess – a magic kiss,’ the butterflies sing. And the butterflies tell the frightened princess to be brave. And the butterflies tell the trembling princess what to do.”

And as she spins the fairytale, brave little Crystal slowly slides down her daddy’s body, dragging her naked little form along his t-shirt and his loose boxers, over the painful bulge in his shorts, lower and lower.

Jesus, no, AJ thinks. But he doesn’t act. He plays his part – the sleeping prince, waiting to be awoken by a ‘magic kiss' from a beautiful, green-eyed, slender, fragile, loving, and brave little princess. He knows he can't let her do this – but he doesn't stop her as she slithers down, as she settles her body between her legs, as she deftly pulls his loose boxers down to release his throbbing, excited erection.

“And what happened then…," Crystal whispers, and the frightened tremor in her voice is heart-wrenching as she takes AJ's thick cock in her small hands, “what…, what happened then…,” her thin fingers manage to stroke up and down, “was…, oh, oh….” But Crystal doesn’t tell her fairytale playmate what happened then, because she can’t – for Crystal’s sweet young lips are busy. Her lips part around the head of her daddy’s warm manhood. Her tongue flicks out to taste the salty skin and the small beads of precum. Her mouth opens wider and wider to push down around the monster. Her spittle starts to lubricate the big cock from the top down and her gentle, tender hands stroke the seven moistened inches of cock that isn’t already in her mouth. Her head bobs, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pushing more and more of daddy’s flesh past her thin lips. She sucks at daddy’s dick, harder and harder.

Crystal only loses one beat of her rhythm when AJ’s strong fingers twine into her long ginger locks. The brave little princess isn’t trembling any worse than her handsome prince is trembling as she strokes and sucks and tongue-teases his pulsating cock. Daddy’s fingers don’t pull her head away. Daddy’s fingers pull her tighter, demand more of her. Daddy’s fingers tell the brave little princess that her special kiss is working, waking the handsome prince completely.

But there’s a part of the fairytale that brave little Crystal doesn’t know, can’t imagine. The handsome prince knows. He knows it’s inevitable. He knows it’s too late to stop, that nothing in the world could prevent it. And he’s never wanted anything more in his whole life.

AJ’s orgasm is immense. He holds Crystal tight as he pumps hot thick cum into her mouth. The surprise on her face is intoxicating, exciting. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t let go of her as more and more cum floods past her stretched lips. Even as she panics and instinct forces her to try to pull away, to gasp and spit and splutter, he holds her tight. Even when he knows her mouth is full, that she’s near to drowning from the viscous, cloying seed, he maintains a firm grip, silently refusing to let her escape. Her little hands push at him – she can’t help it – but he won’t let go. Then, as he watches, she calms herself – she stills – she swallows. Again, then again, she swallows down her daddy’s warm, thick cum.

As Daddy’s cock slips from her small mouth, Crystal lifts her huge green eyes upwards to fix them on his face. The excitement she sees is both frightening and rewarding. The terrible plan she hatched worked! But… maybe it worked too well? Daddy looks scary. There’s love and happiness on his face, but…, but she also sees more of the desire he’d been trying to hide for the past few weeks. Oh, gosh! What does he…?

The little girl gasps as her daddy pulls her naked body up towards his face again, trailing her sensitive skin over his slowly wilting cock. He kisses her hard. She feels so small, pressed to his chest, wrapped in his arms. His big hands touch her in places she’s never been touched before. One hand slides across her little bottom and between her legs. Fingers approach the tingling, moist place that’s been driving her crazy. The tip of a finger parts the tiny folds, teasing her. It only intensifies the torment that she doesn’t understand – part of the torment that drove the preteen to strip naked and trick daddy into his ‘magic kiss.’

Despite the depth of their kiss, Crystal’s breathing gets faster and faster. She doesn’t understand what’s happening – but she doesn’t want it to stop! But it does stop. No! Daddy breaks off their kiss, moves both of his hands to her hips, abandons her desperate, hot little pussy.

“And what happened next,” AJ says, taking over the fairytale, “was that the butterflies swarmed about the prince and the princess who were so happy. But the butterflies told them that the curse was only half broken. The prince was awake, but all of his people were still asleep, still cursed.”

Crystals big green eyes flare behind her wire-rimmed glasses. “Oh. Why?” she whispers.

“Because the curse could only be shattered if the prince gave the beautiful, brave, little princess a magic kiss to match the one she’d given him,” AJ says.

Crystal’s big green eyes flare even bigger, impossibly big. “Oh!” she gasps, but she doesn’t have a chance to say any more. Her daddy suddenly rolls over on the big bed, moving faster than she could have expected. In an instant, she’s on her back, her thin legs are pressed back and spread apart. But scariest of all, Daddy’s face, the face of her handsome prince, is closing in between her thighs.

AJ’s tongue finds the moist, velvet entrance to his baby’s forbidden entrance. The taste of her explodes in his mouth and in his brain. The light, Saturday morning stubble on his cheeks rakes across the tender skin of her inner thighs. The intense, sweet smell of her youth and femininity overwhelms him. He shouldn’t be so aggressive, but he can’t stop himself. He plunges his tongue deeper, harder, wild with eagerness. He presses inside her, then swirls out around her tiny clitoris. His fingers clench at her thin legs, pressing her even further back to open her flower to his probing, excited tongue.

God, she tastes so good!

Crystal mewls, a combination of fright and ecstasy. She can’t look! What did she do to Daddy to make him so forceful, almost violent? What if she wanted him to stop? He’s pressing her down so hard. She’s never felt so little, so vulnerable, so helpless.

But she doesn’t want him to stop! Something is happening, down in her little kitty. It’s amazing. It’s scary. It’s inevitable. She remembers how desperately her daddy clutched at her hair as she sucked his scary cock, then realizes that her slender fingers are twined into his dark locks, that she’s pulling him harder against her. Oh! She’s such a naughty little girl. But…, but it’s so…!

“Daddy. Daddy! DADDDDDYY!” An explosion of terrifying, lovely tingling and trembling hits her, expanding out from her virgin pussy and Daddy’s amazing tongue. “DA-DA-DA-DYYY!” Crystal screams again. Surely her screams will waken all the people of her handsome prince’s kingdom. “DADDDYY!!” Every muscle spasms. Every square inch of her bare, smooth skin tingles. Every atom in her nine-year-old body trembles.

It goes on and on. It's too much! She's too young, too innocent. Her mind can't take so much forced pleasure. Why? Daddy's ecstasy only lasted a few seconds – just long enough for him to force all that gooey stuff into her mouth. Why does her ecstasy go on and on? "Daddy, please," Crystal whimpers. Her back arches and her eyes roll back. Her fingers stop pulling him closer and instead try to pull him away. "Please!" It's too much! But he won't stop. His rough tongue just sluices across her clit even harder. “Please!” She doesn’t know how to make him stop. And a little piece of her, deep down, understands why he’s forcing her orgasm on and on, beyond pleasure and into torment.

AJ’s desire for his little girl spikes even higher when she pleads. Her pitiful ‘please’ is the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He forces the orgasm on her for another minute, two, three. His cock is so hard again, so ready… All he would need to do is…

The phone rings. It rings again. Shrill, too close. AJ ignores it, slams his tongue into Crystal's sweet cunt, and drinks more of her precious nectar.

The answering machine clicks on.

“AJ, are you there?” His wife’s annoyed voice slams into his mind and reawakens his conscience, worse than a bucket of cold water. Jesus. AJ releases his beautiful child, backs away, stares almost uncomprehendingly at the way she continues to writhe for several moments in the middle of his big bed. He’ll never look at this bed the same way again. “AJ? Pick up if you’re there!” His head snaps around to the phone at his wife’s voice. “You’re not answering your cell. You’d better not just be sitting around playing games with Crissy. She needs school supplies! Okay, whatever, maybe you’re out shopping and just forgot your cell. Typical. Call me if you get this. Love you.” The phone goes dead. AJ trembles with shock.

“And what happened then…,” Crystal’s tiny, breathy voice says from the bed. AJ’s eyes whip back to see the naked little girl staring back at him. “What happened then, is that all the people woke up and the handsome prince and the brave little princess lived happily ever after.”

If you enjoyed the story, please continue: Part 2: The Ravished Little Princess in the Dark Forest of the Black Witch

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