The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... ancient texts and elegantly called one down from the top shelf using a simple flick of the wrist. It effortlessly glided into his reach as if floating on air. He then carried it to his elaborate chair beside the bed and sat down. Still trying to piece together his moment of sadness, the curious human wandered over to him and sat on one of the large arms. “Uhm…. So… you don’t want to talk about anything…?” She asked carefully, not wanting to push too far, although too nosy to pass up the opportunity to ask. She watched his chest and shoulders raise up and down in a frustrated sigh. “Izial, let’s save the questions for later…” She said softly, placing her small, fragile hand atop his. “I think I know what you need.” His slender ears twitched in recognition, followed by a sly grin. “I sensed that you were craving intimacy…” He smirked and set the book nearby, watching her sink to her knees. Something inside him flickered to life, quite possibly his human side, and he felt… happy. To him, it was something he didn’t like; it was unnatural for his kind. Demons were created out of sheer madness and chaos, born into a world of sin and anger. No demon had ever felt happiness… or guilt, shame, regret, or empathy. They thrived on hatred, on the darkness and the pain. Izial shook himself out of it. He couldn’t be happy. His father would never allow it. Jasmine was right; he was being too weak . He stood up, his hands wrapping around her throat. Her beautifully framed eyes widened. “I ...

... believe that you should be punished, darling.” A dangerous light shimmered in his eyes. “You did not appear to feel the true terror and power of my kind. You underestimated me.” His obsidian coloured claws pricked the back of her neck and her breathing hitched in her throat; she thought he had forgiven her, or at least ignored her outburst or just let it go. Though, something about his dominance made her quiver with lust; to feel his power, to watch him prove to her that he was superior and truly worthy of his title made a heat grow between her legs. He slowly released her, stepping back with a devilish half smile. A predator’s look was all she could see in his emerald eyes, and it made her want to rebelliously rush toward him. This time she knew that it was her own will. And she wouldn’t want it any other way. His voice rang deep in the moment of sexual foreplay, adding to the mysterious thrill. “Let us see how you compare to me… Without all of the help I have given you.” He clapped once, loud and clear, and suddenly everything was dark. The candles were out… And he was gone. The first thing she felt was panic raging inside of her, making her heart race like a scared mouse. Her wit kicked in, and she found herself overwhelmed with hurry to find the luminescence in Izial’s irises. There was none. He must have closed his eyes. Frustration mingled with her panicky adrenaline rush. She couldn’t stay still out in the open. Jasmine ran blindly, hoping to find a hiding spot and prove ...