The fairy tale of Goldkopf and the Prince

 Once upon a time there was a beautiful elf. She lived in a tall tower, the tallest in Elfenland. Because of her long, golden hair, everyone called her just the golden head. Goldkopf was beautiful to look at, tall, the gold hair framed an angelic face, in which every man who saw Goldkopf's face immediately fell in love immortally.
It was difficult and not without danger to walk the way up to the elven kingdom and to Goldköpfchen's palace above the clouds.

The entrance to the tower was overgrown with tall, dense, thorny rose bushes, which blocked the path of almost anyone who was brave and wanted to go to Goldköpfchen. Not everyone who made it up to Goldköpchen's door was allowed in either. Quite a few had to go on their way without having achieved anything. The lucky ones who were let in were given wonderful hours that flew by.

It so happened that a young prince, Prince Night, heard the stories about gold heads. Prince Night, a fearless fighter who had already taken on lindworms and vampires, sent messengers to bring him stories about gold heads and the fairy kingdom. After a long time the messengers returned exhausted and told the king's son what had been said about gold heads. The stories were so wonderful that the prince decided to set off today to look for the enchanted fairy kingdom.
He put on his doublet, girded himself, mounted his trusty steel steed, left the king's castle and rode off towards adventure. The dangers that Prince Night had to face were manifold, mighty dragons lay in wait for him, wanted to compete with him, but the prince mastered all dangers unscathed and arrived in the realm of the elves unscathed. The reports of the messengers said that the elven land is only visible when the dew is still on the leaves, after the twelfth hour the land disappears in the fog, only to reappear on the following day. So the prince had to hurry if he wanted to find the elven kingdom before it was again destroyed in the fog. The prince was lucky, he reached the entrance to Elfenland long before the twelfth hour, and the thorn hedges were no obstacle for his steel sword.
What a hustle and bustle awaited him in Elfenland. Busy people went about their work, the blacksmith, the baker or the shoemaker. But Prince Night had no eyes for her, as he was looking for the destination of his dreams, the highest tower in the country. Soon he was standing in front of the tower, which was taller and more powerful than it could ever have occurred to him. How did he want to climb the tower, which seemed smooth and invincible, how did he want to climb the top of the tower high up in the clouds.

Despair and grief filled him, because he had made it this far and had to return without having achieved anything. But just as he was about to give up his plan in disappointment, he discovered a wicker basket at the foot of the tower, pulled by magical swans, who, as soon as the prince had climbed it, lifted the basket up into the clouds.

At last the prince had reached the top of the tower. Tense, he knocked on the door in front of him, which opened when he asked to be admitted. Shrouded in an aura of magical light, gold heads stood before him, more beautiful than any description would suggest.
You made the difficult and dangerous way to me, left out no dangers that lurked for you, climbed the high tower to come to me. For this I will now reward you. But know that you can only come to me if you have two filled bags with you. I'll drain both of them for you. First give me 310 gold ducats from your purse. I will take care of the second bag later, this too will be empty when you leave me ”.

So the prince did as he was told by Goldköpfchen, emptied his gold sack and gave the elf the magical sum of 310 gold ducats, waiting for the things that would now await him. After a short wait, Goldkopf returned to the prince, only covered by a large white towel. She offered the prince a tasty tank, true refreshment after the hardships of the long and arduous journey.

“Noble prince,” said Goldkopf, “aren't you tired and exhausted from the long and arduous journey? Get rid of your armor, do the same to me and take off all your clothes, accompany me to the bathroom, where an invigorating shower will bring back the spirits in you.

The prince would not be a prince if he could resist this invitation from Goldkopf. As if in a trance, he took off garment after garment until he stood completely naked in front of little gold heads, who in turn let the towel slip from her body, extended her hand to him, took the prince with her into the bathroom.

Little Goldhead began to play with the shower jet, let the water flow over her body in small rivulets, played with the jet between her spread legs. Fascinated, the prince watched the spectacle presented to him, wishing nothing more than to be the shower jet himself. Little Goldhead seemed to guess his thoughts, and now began to play with the prince herself with the shower jet and her delicate, gentle fingers.
The spirits of life quickly returned to the prince's body, as promised by Goldköpfchen. The little prince began to stir under Goldhead's fingers until he stood erect before her. Goldhead went down on his knees in front of the prince, kissed the little prince, played with his tongue, let it slide over him.
The noble prince shyly began to touch Goldköpchen's curls, stroked the gold hair, but let Goldköpchen go on with her tender game. Before long, Goldkopf stood in front of the prince again, offering his parted lips for a tender kiss. Both melted into a long, tender kiss, their wet bodies rubbing against each other with relish.
Goldköpchen and the prince dried each other off, left the bathroom, walked hand in hand over to the large, inviting bed.

Goldhead's kisses, sweet as honey, tender, like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, would not end. Again and again the elf smiled at the prince, again and again he felt her velvet lips on his, her tongue in his mouth. What waves of excitement, waves of happiness flowed through the body of the well-traveled prince. All the hardships of the long journey seemed to have been worth it.
Goldkopf's hand slid down the prince's body again, looked for the little prince again, found him, let him slide through her delicate, long-jointed fingers. The prince's hands also explored the elf's body until she finally lay down on him to let herself be pampered with her tongue.

Suddenly Little Goldhead left the bed they shared, came back with two cords lying ready, and tied the prince's hands to the bed. "Now you're in my hand, you have to do what I want," she smiled at him, grabbed a stick that was lying ready and put a rubber bag over it. The mysterious little stick began to vibrate, Goldkopf played with it on the prince's backside until it finally disappeared completely inside him. Oh, what feelings of happiness flowed through the king's son, who had never enjoyed this before. Goldhead reached under the body of the spoiled man, again paid her respects to the little prince, who only granted her an audience.
But Goldkopf's ingenuity was far from over. She untied the prince, turned him onto his back to pamper him with her tongue and lips. She suckled, sucked on it, let her tongue slide over the shaft, the glans, everywhere at the same time, it seemed, were her lips, tongue and hands.
Now at last the prince wanted to do the same thing as gold heads, pamper her, dove deep into her lake with the train, in search of the pearl that was said to have magical things. He found it quickly, discovered the magic inherent in the pearl. Goldkopf groaned, stroked Prince Night's head, let her pelvis circled, twitched in time with his tongue. “Take me”, she asked him, “now I want to be yours entirely”. She quickly opened a sachet and let the prince penetrate deeply. Her moans showed the prince her favor.
But now she wanted to try something, pleaded with the prince on his back, and sat on him in the upturned rider. I'll make you a sandwich, she cheered, shoving the vibrating stick in the back of him while she rode him.
Prince Night began to twitch, moan, and scream with relish; Goldköpfchen knew it was time to keep the promise to empty the second bag. The little prince wandered into her mouth and a gush of white juice poured into him. The cocktail from the corners of gold's mouth slowly dripped onto her breasts ...

Now, after the elf had also emptied the second sack, they were both lying together, sweaty and happy. The prince knew it would be time to leave soon. Goldköpchen took the prince by the hand, led him to the window, granted him a view over her realm, a realm so far from his, but which he would have exchanged for it at once.
The prince knew that he had fallen madly in love with the enchanting elf with the golden hair, that he would come back to the realm of elves, which he could only enter when the dew lay on the leaves.

“Be careful on the way home”, Goldhead warned the prince, “after the sixteenth hour you will meet lindworms again”. But Prince Night knew that after these happy hours, the fire-breathing worms would not be able to stand up to him. Happy, with two empty sacks, he rode back to his kingdom.
As often as his time allowed, and even more often, the prince directed his steps into the fairy right, was happy at the side of Goldkopf.

And if they haven't died, they're still fucking today.