The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... he was wearing a heavy dose of a delicious, seductive cologne. But, it was all too natural and beautiful to be fake. It just felt like him. “Let’s start with you. Tell me all about you.” She smiled softly. She loved hearing him talk, just to hear his voice; it had such a deep, masculine tone that drew her close and made her feel warm. A deep chuckle was the response. “I am the Sixth Prince of Hell, as many are aware. Once our child is born, I shall be crowned as the Sixth King.” He smiled at that with pride. “I was born under the nature of lust, as you have discovered,” His tail snuck up around her plump bottom and curved around her hip to her clit, “and in twelve moons I celebrate my next coming of age ceremony. It shall end what your kind refers to as ‘the teenage years’.” He paused to think, subconsciously tapping the tip of his arrowed tail against her sensitive nub, “In age, I will be nearly 1250 Earth years.” Jasmine writhed with desire underneath him from his touch, but gained enough self control to somewhat hear what he had said; his last sentence left her stunned... 1250 years ... She looked over at him in shock, but he continued as if it were nothing unusual. “I am fluent in both demonic and English. However, I am only able to read in demonic text. As a royal, I am skilled in both defensive and offensive energy practices for combat; Mylan and Sylan taught me, as is tradition.” “Mylan and Sylan are your teachers?” Her small body fit perfectly against his larger ...

... form, and his tail snuck inside her gown, spiraling snugly around her thigh. “They are my elder brothers and they instruct me on many subjects in our culture by passing on what they know. I have learned the medical properties of many energies and herbs from their texts and I am a highly skilled medic.” His eyes appeared lost and filled with longing before he snapped back to his dignified, royalty mind set. “However, I am the last remaining being of demonic decent that carries the royal bloodline; I am the last hope for our kingdom. I must rise to power and take over my father’s rein. If I fall, our kingdom will fall back into chaos… My bloodline is the last remaining of the royal families.” He spoke, listing off various Demonic words, all of which felt important. At the end, Jasmine heard him sigh. “… All dead.” A mournful silence drifted through the room as her blue eyes sought out his. She felt the weight on his shoulders as if it was her own. She spoke the only thought on her mind, her voice cautious and delicate. “What happened?” The strong, beautiful colour in his eyes was swallowed up by a sorrowful dull grey. “There was a time that my kind calls ‘The loss of the Unborn’… We fell to our knees by an enemy still unknown. My grandmother was kidnapped. My kingdom was among the first. The wives and daughters of all other royal kingdoms were stolen. The children of all generations yet to come were lost. We have sent hundreds of assassins and scouts. One kingdom nearby sent and an ...