The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... curiosity. “There are stages?” “Indeed.” He opened the old text on his lap, which was neatly bound together between two leather-like covers with a thick strand of what looked quite like sinew, or at least the internal remains of some sort of creature . The pages were rough and worn, and smelled like an old library full of books, but also faintly like Izial himself; rich of smoke and spices. Every available inch of space was covered in an intricate symbolic language that only one of demonic decent could ever comprehend. Some of the ink lines had faded slightly, making Jasmine wonder exactly how old it would possibly be. Izial’s naturally seducing voice gently broke off her thoughts and drew her closer to him. “After birth, the being will have aged enough to contain its own soul. It shall be taken down to the gardens and given a ceremony under the trees that first seeded our world. In weight, it shall be two pounds and only be able to make one sound.” Her baby blue eyes watched him as he read, much like a child trying to look at pictures in a story book and follow along. She noticed that he covered each symbol with his hand as he read. He seemed to read them vertically, skimming along the soft, worn pages with his upper palm and fingertips. Jasmine took the chance to ask a question as he paused. “What sound will it make?” Izial thought for a moment, and then reread the piece of text. “I would have to do an imitation. There is no translation.” The intrigued young woman looked ...

... at him and simply nodded in anticipation. The dark prince let out a shrill cry, and wobbled it in his throat. Suddenly, his lover cupped her hands over her ears and he stopped immediately. He chuckled in amusement as he stared into her shocked face. Slowly, she lowered her hands, and he kissed her lush, frightened lips. “They will only make that sound when they believe their life is in danger.” She sighed in relief and laid her head on his firm shoulder. “However,” An arrogant half-smile played out across his lips. “I can make that sound any time I please.” His challenging, mocking voice made her shoot him a disapproving look. He laughed and closed the book, playfully drumming his nails on its worn cover. “Do you wish for me to read more? Or do you want to play a game, little rebel?” A dangerous twinkle shimmered in his eye as he looked at her pretty, feminine face. “Would it be a sin to accept your challenge?” She teased. “Would you like to find out?” He smirked, setting the book aside and pulling her into his lap. Just for a heartbeat, a fraction of a second, Jasmine’s eyes flickered softly. Izial’s eyes widened. “What?” She cupped his cheek. “What happened? Is something wrong?” “Perhaps I do require rest.” He wrapped his arms around her tiny body and held her close, his mind beginning to taunt him again. It has started. The battle between child and mother. So unnatural… And unpredictable... He placed the tip of his sensitive tail over her womb. It shall grow strong now… Too ...