The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... immediately.” Both bowed and proceeded to exit. Sylan eagerly grasped Mylan’s hand as they went through the main doorway. Mylan unsuccessfully tried to pull his hand away and sighed as they disappeared into the dark corridor. Jasmine turned to Izial with a questioning look. “Why do they always touch each other?” Izial glanced back at where the two had left. “It may be that they share the same soul.” He chuckled and returned his gaze to her. “Do not mistake that for the only reason. Their natures usually determine their actions. Sylan has a nature of incest and Mylan has a nature of bitterness. Mylan greatly helps to control our brother, for they are equals of opposite powers. I have seen them succeed and fail equal times when their natures battle.” “But... You’re Sylan’s brother too... and your nature is lust. So does that mean...” Jasmine looked up at him nervously. “Did you ever...” Izial remained quiet. “You... you did, didn’t you?” She gasped. “I did not say anything.” He held a dominant stance and kept a neutral, unreadable face. She sighed. He would probably never tell her. Her mind wandered and soon she found herself looking down at her tummy again. Jasmine ran her fingers overtop of the thin night gown and thought of her pregnancy. “Speaking of family...” she glanced up at her lover and caught his gaze, keeping her hand thoughtfully above her womb. “Yes?” Izial inquired. “We’re going to have a baby.” She tried to help him catch on to where this was going. “Yes.” He ...

... spoke knowingly. “We’re going to have a baby .” She repeated. He paused, visibly puzzled. “Jasmine, is there something that you are trying to do that I do not understand? I do have limited knowledge about certain things.” “Aren’t you going to tell me about it?” “ What is it that you wish so greatly to discuss?” She caught a hint of red starting to flare up in his bright irises. He decidedly had enough of her foolish games and mocking clues. “I wish to know more about...” She hesitated, trying to pinpoint her frustration, “about everything!” The petite woman threw her arms up in a confused anger. “You, me; us! The baby! Your culture... Your family-” “-Jasmine...” His voice was strong, yet softer than usual. “Come.” The human girl had been too flustered to notice that he had moved onto his bed, though, it was in his roots to be naturally stealthy, agile, and silent on his feet. The angered ruby in his eyes was still dying down into a beautiful green. He had undone the ties on his dark robe; letting it slide loosely over his body and fall to reveal just enough of his ashen, muscular form to lure her closer. It was always a temptation too hard to resist. “I realize that I have not yet informed you about several topics. The ones you have chosen are...” He sighed. “Greatly complex. However, you are entitled to know about them. Select one topic and we shall begin there.” “Well,” She nuzzled into him deeper, breathing in his scent; she noticed that it had gotten stronger, almost as if ...