The Frog Prince's Hair-Raising Predicament (MM)

A Tail Like No Other 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 45,903
5 Ratings (4.2)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, elves, HEA]
People think that waiting in your tower for a dashing prince to rescue you is romantic. Believe me, that’s overrated. I should know. My name is Rapunzel Stiltskin, and for years my father kept me locked in a tower. And then my path unexpectedly crossed that of Arthurian prince Medwin.
Medwin is my perfect match. He understands me, and he doesn’t freak out when my obscenely long tresses trip him or knock over various items. He also does things to my body that make me ask questions I almost don’t dare to answer.
Am I a maiden? That’s what my father claimed, but if that’s the case, I’m not a very maidenly one. Medwin doesn’t think I’m female at all, and I believe him, especially when my libido responds to him in such a distinctively male—ahem—way.
Now… If only my hair would leave us alone long enough for us to consummate our mating. Wait… Why is Medwin suddenly a frog?
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Scarlet Hyacinth is a Siren-exclusive author.
The Frog Prince's Hair-Raising Predicament (MM)
5 Ratings (4.2)

The Frog Prince's Hair-Raising Predicament (MM)

A Tail Like No Other 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 45,903
5 Ratings (4.2)
In Wish List
Available formats
Cover Art by Les Byerley
Professional Reviews

"This third book continues the entertaining, sometimes hilarious set of stories from the magical lands of Arthuria and Merlinia. Magic abounds, which is not good for the Arthurians who have none, or at least not enough to stop a magic attack. The secretive and much-feared Lord Rumpel Stilskin tries to make life impossible for Rapunzel, the son he has raised to think he is a girl. And poor prince Medwin, just having escaped the clutches of an evil witch posing as a Merlinian princess, now has to face the fact that the man he loves has gender identity issues. What a set-up for yet another amazing story in this series! Rapunzel, as in the original fairy tale, has been locked up in the tower ever since he was a child. Slightly different from the original, other than his gender, are the reasons why his father, the mysterious Lord Rumpel Stitskin, has kept him locked away for all that time. I loved the explanation, which is ingenious, but can’t tell you about it since it would be a huge spoiler. Just let me say it opens up the stage for a far more intricate back story and further complications in this series than I thought. Rapunzel's struggle with his gender identity, figuring out what was truth and what wasn't, were manfully supported by Prince Medwin. I loved Rapunzel and his first hesitant steps into making a new life in Arthuria, now that he finally escaped the tower, and free to determine what that looks like for the first time in his life. Medwin is very grateful to Rapunzel for breaking the curse the evil witch had cast upon him so he would marry her. He quickly finds out he feels a lot more than gratitude toward Rapunzel, and falls head over heels in love. But, gentleman that he is, he decides to wait however long it takes Rapunzel to figure out who he is before he makes his move. The threat that separates them has him flummoxed at first, and he has no idea how to fight it, but his determination and cleverness win out and he charges ahead, just like he should. He is a prince, after all, and has certain standards to uphold! If you know your fairy tales but would like to see a slightly different take on them, if you enjoy reading about mates who fall for each other at first glance only to discover they have a major fight on their hands if they want to stay together, and if you're looking for read that is as funny as it is hot, then you will probably like this novella. As always, I'm already looking forward to the next one." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews

Read more




His soft voice was like a caress that reached out to my very soul. I remembered the way he’d offered me the two books this morning, almost bashfully, like he’d expected a refusal. I recalled that first time he’d picked me up in his arms, when I’d panicked in the garden. Biting my lip, I closed my eyes once again.

His hands reached under my robe and slowly, ever so slowly, slid off my stockings. I shivered as his fingers touched my naked legs. That same feeling of desire pooled into my crotch, making a million confused sensations course through me. “Medwin,” I whispered.

“Shh,” Medwin repeated. “I’ll take care of you, my beautiful love.”

I might not have known much about what two people did when they were together, but I did understand that it implied both of them being nude. As such, I expected Medwin to do exactly that, to start taking the rest of my clothes off. If I wanted to be perfectly honest, I didn’t think I would have refused him if he had done so. But much to my surprise, he made no attempt to take things further. Instead, his hands traveled down my thighs and he just started to massage my feet.

While the act in itself seemed innocent enough, there was also something very private and sensual about it. His clever fingers found unexpected places on my soles, weeding out tension I hadn’t even known I was carrying.

It was also the first time any man touched me in such a way. Not even my father had done so, as he had always said it wouldn’t have been appropriate behavior toward a daughter. Medwin’s caresses were clearly those of a lover, but at the same time, they had a lazy, unrushed feel, not pushing me into anything I wasn’t ready for.

I became putty in Medwin’s talented hands, and a comfortable languor fell over me. I might have actually dozed off for a while, because when I came to, Medwin was laying by my side again, watching my face intently. “Hi,” he said, smiling.

“Hello,” I replied, my face flaming. “I’m sorry for falling asleep like that.”

Medwin chuckled and smoothed a lock of hair out of my face. “Don’t be. I got a peek of your beautiful sleeping face. I consider myself more than satisfied.”

How did he always know exactly what to say? How did he always manage to make me shiver with just a word? I looked at him with wide eyes. He was so close now that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Just a little closer and his lips would be on mine.

“Rapunzel,” Medwin murmured, “I…”

“Yes?” I prodded when he didn’t immediately reach for me.

The next thing I knew, Medwin climbed on top of me, his green eyes going almost dark with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he lifted the bottoms of my robes. “I want to touch you, to make you mine.”

Right then and there, that sounded like a brilliant idea. I wanted to touch him, too, to feel the stubble of his jaw with his fingers, to trace the lines of his body with my lips. From that point on, I really had no clue what would happen, but I did trust Medwin, no matter what.

I felt something hard poking my hip, and for whatever reason, I found myself rubbing against him. Medwin hissed, freezing on top of me like I’d struck him. Before I could even make myself ask what was wrong, he clenched his jaw and pulled away again.

As I lay there, watching him, a million thoughts coursed through my head. Mostly, I wondered whether Medwin despised me for being so open to his advances. It wasn’t very something very maidenly to do. But no, Medwin wouldn’t think such things, and truly, hadn’t we gone beyond rules of formality? Or had we? Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, to justify my own shameless nature and lack of self-restraint.

Finally, Medwin shot to his feet and spoke out, snapping me from my trance. “I’m sorry,” he said between gritted teeth, not looking at me. “I promised you I wouldn’t take things further until you were ready, but I almost lost it there.”

I couldn’t let my own foolish faults torture him like that. “It’s all right,” I said, getting up as well. I gripped his jaw and forced our eyes to meet. “I have no idea what I’m doing, but I do know one thing. Whatever this thing is that we have together, I want to explore it fully. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

With that said, I reached for my hair and undid it from its knot. My intention had been to show him another part of me which I knew he liked. He’d been fascinated with my hair the day before, and I wanted him to touch it again. I wouldn’t have called it a deliberately seductive move, but rather, my own willingness to give him everything that I was.

Sadly, my hair had other ideas. As it rolled to the ground in a heavy curtain, it struck the nearby tree. I grimaced, tossing my head slightly. After all, I didn’t want to have to pull twigs out of my tresses later on. Really, having long hair like this might have been practical for a person who was trapped in a tower, but not so much for regular folk, who actually moved around. I found that my damn hair kept snagging in the strangest of places, and if I continued to stay here in Arthuria, I’d have to come up with solution to this problem.

Alas, in my attempt to tame my mane, I ended up swishing it through the air like a whip. It collided with the tree, and in the process, it made a bees nest I hadn’t originally seen fall right on top of us.




At this point, Rapunzel was trembling, his dick leaking generous amounts of pre-cum, practically demanding my attention. I gladly followed his cues and covered his body with my own. Even if my cock practically screamed to be buried inside the sanctuary of Rapunzel’s body, I ignored it.

Rapunzel had been brave in telling me that he’d liked the images in the book and he wanted us to do such things together. So, I planned to show him at least a part of what he’d seen, all in good time.

I started by peppering his beautiful face with kisses. His hair came undone from its knot—seemingly on its own—and I experienced a brief moment of panic in which I thought another incident would interrupt us. It didn’t happen. This time, Rapunzel’s beautiful locks allowed us to continue with no problems.

With that matter out of the way, I continued to explore Rapunzel’s body. I could have easily dwelt on kissing him forever, on mapping the aristocratic features of his face with my tongue over and over. But both of us needed more than that, and I progressed lower down, sucking on his collarbone and the hollow of his throat. He arched his back, tilting his head, wordlessly demanding more.

As his moans rose in volume, his hands started roaming over my body. At first tremulous, then greedy, they explored me with the same passion I felt within me. Apparently, in spite of his shyness and lack of experience, Rapunzel desired me enough to surpass his previous hesitation. That was a heady thought, and it urged me onward, encouraging me toward more daring caresses.

His nipples had already pebbled, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to them. The plump yet delicate bits of flesh were as beautiful as the rest of him, and I wanted to see how he would respond once I touched them.

I was not disappointed, because when I engulfed his right nipple in my mouth, Rapunzel cried out, his dick throbbing against my abdomen. “Medwin… Oh, Goddess, please!”

He started to thrash under me, his hair writhing around us like a live thing. Drunk on his obvious pleasure, I suckled on the nub in my mouth while tweaking his other nipple with my fingers.

Rapunzel’s hands landed in my hair, but he made no attempt to either push me away or pull me closer. Or maybe he was trying to do both. He clearly craved the stimulation I provided, but couldn’t decide where he wanted my mouth most.

In the end, I took that decision for him. Releasing his nipple from my mouth with a wet pop, I freed myself from his hold and kissed over his abdomen, until I finally reached his weeping dick. Without a single word of warning, I took his cock in my mouth, all the way into my throat.

He screamed, so loudly I could have mistaken it for a shout of pain if I didn’t know any better. As I bobbed my head up and down his prick, I knew that he wouldn’t be able to endure for much longer. His fingers buried themselves in my locks again, pulling so hard my scalp was starting to ache. Meanwhile, his tresses swept over my body, an extension of him, of his magic, touching everything he couldn’t reach on his own.

Even if it would have been easy for me to lose myself in the sensation, I kept a tight leash over what remained of my control. The flavor of his pre-cum tasted like pure, sinful heaven. I could have come just from sucking his dick, but I wanted to focus on his pleasure, on his experience. I sped up the pace and speed of my suction, reveling in the sounds of pleasure he made, in the knowledge that I was the first to touch him like him this.

His dick was long and slender, and I loved the feel of it on my tongue, in my mouth. I lavished every inch of it with attention, at the same time rolling the perfect spheres of his balls in my hand. It was hard to believe that he’d ever doubted his gender. He certainly didn’t have any problems with acknowledging it now.

Finally, when my own urgency began to grow unbearable, I rubbed my fingers over his taint, then thrust one single dry digit into his anus. Rapunzel went completely rigid, and seconds later, he came, his cock pulsing and filling my mouth with streams of hot cum.

It took everything I had not to follow him over the edge. Only my desire to be inside him when that happened kept me from doing so. As it was, I gulped down every drop of his offering. Sweet and salty with a slight spicy tinge, it was much like Rapunzel himself, reminding me of his complex nature. His gentle, generous, and shy exterior hid a very passionate creature, and one of great courage. I truly didn’t know what I’d done to deserve his affection, but from now on, I had every intention to dedicate my life to showing him how much I appreciated it.

I released his spent cock from my mouth and licked my lips as I scanned his face. Rapunzel met my gaze with dazed eyes that shone like beautiful sapphires. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. I could read those lovely blue orbs like I would a book, and now, they said that he still wanted to be with me, in every other way.

Following that wordless plea, I flipped him on all fours. He must have had some idea of what I planned, because he thrust his ass out, wiggling it invitingly. My mind just about melted with lust.

Read more