The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... didn’t need or even have a handle; last time he used his tail to swipe a sensor instead. She returned to the task at hand and hurried into his dressing room. Wisps of smoke from low burning candles floated gently towards the high ceiling, tainting the room with their familiar cabin-like smell. She could tell that the candles were nearly finished and needed to be replaced soon; the dull candlelight flickered dimly against the dark stone walls... The room was barely lit. Izial probably hadn’t noticed; he didn’t need external light to see and he was usually quite busy. As she looked past the dripping wax pillars, a smile curled her lips. Right in front of her hung a lush, satin nightgown, probably placed there by her dark prince before he left. He certainly had good taste. She removed it from the wall and let the fabric pour over her head, gracefully falling into place. It was a shimmery grey and slightly loose. It felt wonderful against her skin. She didn’t have enough light to see herself in the mirror that he had made for her, but her even her silhouette looked smooth and sexy. Pleased with herself, the human girl rushed back out to the main bedroom with a thrill of energy. Two other demons stood near the middle of the room beside her lover, conversing with him casually. They were noticeably twins; both had smooth red skin, pupils like dark shadows, and long, jet black hair. They also donned the same style of royal clothing, although it was much less intricate than Izial’s. ...

... Jasmine walked over to them gingerly and stood slightly behind Izial. They both looked very familiar. “-and so you’ve just been bonding? I know that’s very important, but seriously, you have a kingdom to run!” Sylan was complaining. “Father requests your presence greatly! You still have much yet to learn, and without the proper training-” He stopped midsentence. Izial had silenced him with a wave of his hand. Mylan caught sight of Jasmine and his eyes sharply went to her feet. “These are the footwear you were speaking of?” Jasmine looked down as well. Izial spoke to him calmly. “Yes. They need to be fitted to her proper size of foot.” “I don’t remember making her such footwear,” Mylan spoke as he studied the slippers, “Did I somehow make a mistake?” His voice was steady, though Jasmine sensed how nervous he was. Izial looked at the twins, somewhat amused by their fear. He stood tall and waited for a moment, pretending to think deeply while the demons in front of him rested uneasily. “No, you did not.” The nervous tension on their shoulders dissipated at his words. Sylan hadn’t even spoken of the matter. Perhaps Mylan took care of all the formal conversations. “Sylan may be able to alter the design.” Mylan offered after looking to his twin. Sylan gestured for Jasmine to step out of the slippers. In a swift motion, he scooped them up and examined the fabric. Sylan exchanged looks with his counterpart. “It would take roughly two moons for us to complete.” “Excellent. Tend to them ...