The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... entire fleet of his best offences. There were over ten thousand tails. All have failed to locate even a single demoness of royal decent. Now, our people believe they have perished, perhaps slaughtered or drowned…” He looked to the ceiling, lost in thought, as if he were reliving the event thought the eyes of his ancestors. “Still, no souls have returned to our land. Other royal bloodlines have dwindled and died. My brothers and I still live, for our kingdom reluctantly decided to capture and mate with young human women. There was nothing else to turn to. The unborn were lost.” Jasmine let out a deep breath, trying to shake off the eerie feeling, and nuzzled her milky cheek against him in empathy. Her thoughts turned inward; his burden was hers as well, no matter how much she wanted to run away from it. “What about me? Where do I fit in?” His smile was weak as he gently slid his hand over her womb. “You are my mate, Jasmine. And soon, I will crown you as my queen.” When he spoke the last phrase, the dark prince grimaced at himself. The truth cut into his mind, taunting that he had lied to his mate. Evil struggled inside his head. Quit whimpering like a child and fool her. You know it will not be true. Her body will fail. You will watch her die. While he tried to calm his mind, Jasmine smiled lovingly, unaware. A childhood memory stirred up in her, brightening her eyes with a childish glee. “So… I’m a princess?” She remembered all of the fairy tales of ball gowns and romance, ...

... even though she knew they were all just nonsense. The realization made her blush and shy away, even though she had never really been shy in her life. She immediately tried to focus on the good news, rather than become enveloped in the horrors of the past. His heart relaxed a bit at her innocent delight, relieved that she hadn’t felt his thoughts. He yearned to be able to forget as easily as she had. A careful thumb tilted her chin back up to look into his dominant eyes. “You’re not just any princess,” He purred, “You’re my princess…” He nuzzled her neck lovingly, trying to stop the ache in his heart, trying to trick himself as well as her. For a moment, she hesitated to believe him; his aura troubled her. His actions didn’t match his mind; physically, he felt so sweet and gentlemanly, more perfect than anyone she’d ever met, and certainly fit the figure of a prince, but something deeper felt terribly wrong. She could feel something was false… He was filled with sorrow and rage… He lied … Suddenly, Jasmine’s eyes went wide. How could she have been so blind? Did he lie about everything? This wasn’t a fairy tale . And he certainly wasn’t a prince . This was all a charade of his. He was a messenger of Hell. He had been controlling her mind. It was the first time it had dawned on her. How could she have been so stupid? His sweet words and temptations… All just to get her to do what he wanted. Her stomach felt sick. Had any of her actions even been her own? Her shock and despair ...