The Loveless Prince

A young man stood outside Charlotte's bedroom window. He stood still as stone, only his eyes moved as they followed her movements. She stood at her dressing table and took off all her jewellery. A signet ring, a silver locket necklace, and her hoop earrings. Then she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing a lacey white bra and blue underwear. Then, ever so slowly, she pulled her underwear off, still facing away from him. Then she unclasped her bra, letting her breasts bounce free. She sighed as she rubbed her back and turned around. He could see her pert pink n*****s, hard from being exposed to the cold air. His eyes travelled down, to her p***y which was covered in a trimmed layer of thick dark hair. She was the single most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. tonight though, she didn't go to have a bath. she put a towel down in her bed and locked her bedroom door. She turned on her radio before laying down on her bed. reaching down between her legs, her eyes fluttered closed, and she massaged her delicate spot with her fingers. he felt his pants tightening as he watched her f**k herself. as her back arched and her toes curled she shoved her finger inside her p***y and let out a gasp of relief. he could her her short breaths become a trembling rash before she let out a contented groan. "Ivar!" he heard his father calling him telepathically. "I'm coming!" he yelled back before he morphed into a beautiful black crow and flew off. "What?" he asked his father as he stalked into the throne room. "I heard you went to the earth realm again?" his father waited for him to elaborate, but he just nodded. "Why?" "because it's boring here," Ivar rolled his eyes. "Well if you're so bored I can get some women to entertain you." "I've already done that and seen that, I don't want that." "What is it that you want then?" His father jeered. Love or companionship, thought ivar, but he knew he couldn't say that to his father. "I don't know," he gave up and left. Later that night he lay awake in his bed thinking of Charlotte, he'd been following her for months. First it was just at her school, then after school when she hang out with her friends and now he couldn't pull himself away. of course most of the time he was a crow when following her, he only went to his true form when it was dark and he knew no one could see him. He remembered what it felt like to see her standing there naked. He thought of her soft t**s as they jiggled while she walked, the way her back arched as he pleasured herself. He ran his hand over his shaft and imagined it was her hand that was touching him.