P-thon week 5 (entry 18)
Here's my week 5 entry for pthon: Myth and Legends (or, in this case, fairytales)
Warnings: Implied past dub/non-con, crack? (IDEK guys)
Myth/Legend(fairytale) Used12 Dancing Princesses
Once upon a time, there was a great king whose heart had gone hard. He blamed all magic users for the death of his beautiful wife; any time a sorcerer was brought before him, they were quickly sent to the headsman’s block.
One fateful day, the mother of the sorcerer who had just been killed came forth and cast a great curse upon the king. She would take from him what had been taken from her, but in the most cruel way possible.
"You will see your son sicken and die before your eyes, and you will be powerless to prevent it. Then you will know the tragedy of burying a child."
Enraged, the king called for his guards, but it was too late. The witch vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving only the legacy of her curse behind.
~*~
Soon after, as promised, the king's son began to sicken. Every night he seemed to vanish into thin air, only to return come morning, tired, pale of face, and walking with a most unusual gait.
Perplexed, the king called upon every healer in the land, but none could solve the riddle of the prince's illness. So the king made it known to all, that any person who could discover the secret of the witch's curse, would be given anything their heart desired. But whoever tried and did not succeed, would be put to death themselves.
Very soon a knight named Valiant came along, who greatly desired fame and fortune. He was tall, broad of shoulder, and very well liked amongst the ladies. He was given a room beside the prince's so that he might be able to sit and watch what happened each night, but as soon as the clock tolled midnight a magical haze fell around him until he fell fast asleep, oblivious to all the prince did.
After two more nights of the same, the king ordered his head cut off.
Despite the knight's failure, others came, and soon they all faced the headsman's axe.
~*~
Now it happened that not long after the witch’s curse, a young boy named Merlin wandered into Camelot. Though a farm boy, he had magic, and as he continued to hear stories of the prince, he found himself growing more and more intrigued.
One night, as he lay awake thinking of the beautiful prince, a great summons echoed in his head.
"Merlin,” the voice called, and when he followed it he found himself facing a mighty dragon. It spoke of destiny and then it blew a warm breath upon his brow and told him that he would be immune from the witch's curse. “Go to the king and tell him that you will do what none have succeeded in before,” it instructed, “and when the time comes, you alone will be able to give the prince what he needs.”
So saying, the beast flapped its mighty wings and flew away.
~*~
That night, Merlin stood guard beside the prince’s room, and when the clock tolled and the mist rolled in, he remained unaffected. He followed the prince, who he had begun to think of as Arthur, until he came upon a glade in which there gathered a great many of the fairy folk, fair of skin and sporting impressive erections all. Arthur lay down upon the ground and moaned as a harlot, until one of the fairies took pity upon him.
Just as the fairy was about to breach the bespelled prince, Merlin’s magic responded by instinct. Arthur was his. The fairies were forced away as if some magical storm brewed within the glade, and when none remained, he stalked forward.
“You are free,” said he, as he knelt and looked into the Arthur’s eyes, which were wide and overjoyed at the words. He hesitated, “I will not take from you anything you do not wish to give.”
But Arthur was so overwhelmed in his pleasure, so grateful, he could do nothing but nod eagerly and spread his legs wider in response.
It was only a moment for Merlin to divest himself of his clothes. He pressed close to where Arthur’s body was ripe from the spell, and then joined with him as the dragon had foretold.
~*~
The next morning, the king called for Merlin who told of his breaking of the curse, if not exactly how. The king was so overjoyed that he hadn’t the heart to refuse Merlin’s request to stand beside Arthur’s as his consort.
Warnings: Implied past dub/non-con, crack? (IDEK guys)
Myth/Legend(fairytale) Used12 Dancing Princesses
Once upon a time, there was a great king whose heart had gone hard. He blamed all magic users for the death of his beautiful wife; any time a sorcerer was brought before him, they were quickly sent to the headsman’s block.
One fateful day, the mother of the sorcerer who had just been killed came forth and cast a great curse upon the king. She would take from him what had been taken from her, but in the most cruel way possible.
"You will see your son sicken and die before your eyes, and you will be powerless to prevent it. Then you will know the tragedy of burying a child."
Enraged, the king called for his guards, but it was too late. The witch vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving only the legacy of her curse behind.
~*~
Soon after, as promised, the king's son began to sicken. Every night he seemed to vanish into thin air, only to return come morning, tired, pale of face, and walking with a most unusual gait.
Perplexed, the king called upon every healer in the land, but none could solve the riddle of the prince's illness. So the king made it known to all, that any person who could discover the secret of the witch's curse, would be given anything their heart desired. But whoever tried and did not succeed, would be put to death themselves.
Very soon a knight named Valiant came along, who greatly desired fame and fortune. He was tall, broad of shoulder, and very well liked amongst the ladies. He was given a room beside the prince's so that he might be able to sit and watch what happened each night, but as soon as the clock tolled midnight a magical haze fell around him until he fell fast asleep, oblivious to all the prince did.
After two more nights of the same, the king ordered his head cut off.
Despite the knight's failure, others came, and soon they all faced the headsman's axe.
~*~
Now it happened that not long after the witch’s curse, a young boy named Merlin wandered into Camelot. Though a farm boy, he had magic, and as he continued to hear stories of the prince, he found himself growing more and more intrigued.
One night, as he lay awake thinking of the beautiful prince, a great summons echoed in his head.
"Merlin,” the voice called, and when he followed it he found himself facing a mighty dragon. It spoke of destiny and then it blew a warm breath upon his brow and told him that he would be immune from the witch's curse. “Go to the king and tell him that you will do what none have succeeded in before,” it instructed, “and when the time comes, you alone will be able to give the prince what he needs.”
So saying, the beast flapped its mighty wings and flew away.
~*~
That night, Merlin stood guard beside the prince’s room, and when the clock tolled and the mist rolled in, he remained unaffected. He followed the prince, who he had begun to think of as Arthur, until he came upon a glade in which there gathered a great many of the fairy folk, fair of skin and sporting impressive erections all. Arthur lay down upon the ground and moaned as a harlot, until one of the fairies took pity upon him.
Just as the fairy was about to breach the bespelled prince, Merlin’s magic responded by instinct. Arthur was his. The fairies were forced away as if some magical storm brewed within the glade, and when none remained, he stalked forward.
“You are free,” said he, as he knelt and looked into the Arthur’s eyes, which were wide and overjoyed at the words. He hesitated, “I will not take from you anything you do not wish to give.”
But Arthur was so overwhelmed in his pleasure, so grateful, he could do nothing but nod eagerly and spread his legs wider in response.
It was only a moment for Merlin to divest himself of his clothes. He pressed close to where Arthur’s body was ripe from the spell, and then joined with him as the dragon had foretold.
~*~
The next morning, the king called for Merlin who told of his breaking of the curse, if not exactly how. The king was so overjoyed that he hadn’t the heart to refuse Merlin’s request to stand beside Arthur’s as his consort.