Chapter 74: Flynn Rider – Swinging in the Tower
Flynn Rider (once upon a time Eugene Fitzherbert) had never been one for waiting around.
He'd spent his whole life dodging ropes, guards, and consequences.
But when the heat wave finally found its way to the rebuilt kingdom — twenty-five years after the first dragon essence had started rewriting every fairy tale — Flynn discovered there was one rope he couldn't outrun.
Rapunzel's hair.
He'd come to the old tower for what he thought was a quiet afternoon with his wife.
The kingdom was peaceful.
The kids were with the nanny.
Flynn had plans: a bottle of wine, a blanket, maybe a quick fuck against the window for old times' sake.
He didn't expect the hair to have plans of its own.
Rapunzel was already there — naked, golden hair loose and shimmering, tail flicking lazily behind her.
She smiled — slow, wicked — and before Flynn could crack a joke, the braids moved.
They'd grown smarter since the last time.
Thicker.
Stronger.
Slick at the tips with a sweet, glowing nectar that smelled like sunlight and sin.
One golden rope coiled around his ankle — tugged him forward.
Another wrapped his wrist — yanked his hand behind his back.
A third slid up his thigh — teasing the growing bulge in his trousers.
Flynn grinned — half-aroused, half-alarmed.
"Sunshine… your hair's getting fresh again."
Rapunzel stepped closer — eyes glowing soft gold — and kissed him deep.
Her tongue tasted like honey and fire.
"The heat's in me, Flynn," she whispered against his lips. "And it wants to play."
The hair didn't wait for permission.
It tore his shirt open — buttons pinging off stone walls — then yanked his trousers down in one smooth pull.
His cock sprang free — long, thick, already leaking — and a braid immediately wrapped around the base, squeezing like a living cock ring.
Flynn groaned — hips jerking.
Another braid coiled around his balls — rolling them gently — while a third slithered between his legs and pressed against his ass — slick tip circling the tight ring.
Rapunzel laughed — low, delighted — and pushed him backward.
The hair caught him — lowered him slowly — spread-eagle in mid-air — wrists and ankles bound wide, tail lashing behind him for balance.
He hung suspended — cock throbbing — pre dripping in thick strings onto the floor below.
Rapunzel floated up — hair lifting her like a golden harness — and straddled his hips.
She sank down — slow — taking every inch of his cock into her dripping pussy.
The ridges of her inner walls gripped him like velvet — tail wrapping around his thigh — pulling him deeper.
Flynn moaned — head falling back — as she rode him mid-air — hips rolling — breasts bouncing with every downward slam.
But the hair wasn't done.
A thick braid pushed into Flynn's ass — slick, warm — stretching him open inch by shimmering inch.
Another wrapped his cock where it met Rapunzel's pussy — stroking the base — vibrating gently.
A thinner strand teased his nipples — pinching, twisting — while two more coiled around his balls — squeezing rhythmically.
Rapunzel leaned forward — kissed him hard — tongue plunging deep — while the hair fucked his ass in perfect sync with her riding his cock.
Flynn came — screaming into her mouth — thick ropes blasting straight into her womb — so much that her belly swelled visibly and glowing cum poured out around his shaft in creamy rivers.
The hair didn't let him soften.
It milked him — rhythmic squeezes — keeping him hard while Rapunzel kept riding — grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
She came — walls clamping — squirting across his stomach in hot pulses — while the braid in his ass pressed his prostate mercilessly.
Flynn came again — weaker but still thick — filling her until cum bubbled out and dripped down his balls.
The hair flipped them — now Rapunzel suspended — legs spread wide — Flynn still buried inside her pussy.
A golden rope wrapped his hips — forced him deeper — fucking her through his own oversensitivity while another braid pushed into her ass — double-penetrating her alongside his cock.
Rapunzel screamed — pleasure overload — tail thrashing — coming again and again — squirting in arcs that glowed like sunlight.
Flynn lost count of his orgasms — body shaking — cum pouring from her in endless streams — hair drinking it, glowing brighter with every load.
When it finally slowed — the braids lowered them gently to the tower floor — still entwined — still connected.
Rapunzel lay on his chest — hair draped over them like a blanket — tail curled around his waist.
She kissed his jaw — voice soft, wrecked.
"Flynn… that was…"
He laughed — hoarse, happy — hand stroking her back.
"Best rescue I ever made."
The hair pulsed — gentle now — still inside them both — still promising more.
Rapunzel smiled — eyes glowing.
"Mother Gothel was right about one thing…"
She squeezed around him — making him groan.
"…long hair really does come in handy."
The tower stood silent — only soft breathing and occasional satisfied sighs.
The heat wave had found its princess.
And her thief.
Swinging.
Fucking.
Forever.
Under the open window — glowing, sticky, complete.
Ohana means… we all get tied up.