The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... hers, trying to cling on to the fading rush of ecstasy. It took minutes before their bodies had fully recovered, and by then, Izial looked exhausted. He placed a small kiss on her cheek and stood up to run his hands through his midnight hair, letting his shrinking member slip out of his lover’s intimate embrace. Jasmine yawned, still able to sense his emotions from their connection. “You feel so sleepy.” “Yet it has not yet been a half moon.” Her mind was still hazy from orgasm and now oncoming sleep. The lack of light wasn’t helping much. “What on Earth does that mean?” “It is not of Earth.” He chuckled softly, murmuring something in his native tongue as he walked to his desk. “Well, what does it mean here, Izial?” “It is time, my love. There are three great moons in the sky by which we measure the cycles. One moon would be… what your world may call 7 hours. It is easier to see time as my kind does while you are to be here. Each moon tells of a different time. There is Nuun, the moon of beginnings. Then comes Sesset, the moon of endings. Last comes Mishim, the moon of dreams.” A freshly sculpted candle flickered to life in his hands, illuminating the room once more. “What about the sun?” His beautiful laugh danced around the room as he began replacing the large wax candles. “We have no sun.” She watched him, her mind beginning to think normally again. “And how to you see the moons anyway? Everything is solid rock.” She tapped on the floor for emphasis. The hard obsidian ...

... surface was pleasantly warm and seemingly indestructible. “We sense the moons in the same way I sense our child.” He smiled softly at that last word, yet a feeling of dread began to swarm him once again. Jasmine smiled too, her gaze drifting downward toward her stomach. A very tiny baby lump was already visible. She softly glided her hand over top of it. “Can you tell me about her now?” “Her? ” Izial froze in his tracks. Jasmine looked at him oddly. “Yeah, the baby.” He sighed and set another candle in place. “It cannot be female.” “It feels like a female .” She countered sassily, mimicking his slight accent at the end. “Do not challenge me.” Izial’s irises flashed a bright crimson red. “ …The child… cannot be female.” He promptly left the room to light up the passageways, leaving his new wife to gather her thoughts. Jasmine huffed and sat down on the edge of his elaborate chair, looking over at the book he had chosen from his collection the shelf earlier. Something made her want to open it, to touch the pages and breathe in the scent of a foreign knowledge that all seemed so… normal now. She watched him walk back into the main room, sealing the doorway once more. His eyes had calmed down to a dark green. “Can you at least read a little to me? About our baby?” She lightly tapped the cover of the ancient text as a hopeful gesture. Izial casually sat down beside her. “You wish to learn about the baby stage? That is still many moons away.” Jasmine looked up at him, full of ...