1. The Sixth Prince - Part 5


    Date: 1/21/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Alien, Monster, Pregnant, Romance, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: linky_fangs, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    against his inhuman strength. He hissed through his teeth and then he looked away from her, beside himself with anger, yet not able to inflict it upon her. Reluctantly, he slowly released her hands. As the pressure eased, she pulled away hastily and rubbed her sore wrists. She slowly watched him strut away, tense and… something else. Something was wrong … She felt it deep within her. The small young woman looked at her throbbing wrists. He stopped… Her gaze wondered up to him. She couldn’t see his face, but part of her knew he was aching. Guilt began to eat at her heart. She had hurt him... Maybe he did really love her… No. How could he ? Her mind began to battle with itself. She shouldn’t be sorry. Not for him … She sighed. Izial faced a wall and rubbed his wrists. They stung. He should have known… In one swift motion, he sat down to rest and collect his thoughts. He grit his teeth, letting his fangs dig into his lip. ...He should have told her. A soft, feminine hand touched his shoulder. He looked up. “Are you okay?” Her voice was a frightened whisper. He saw the fear in her beautiful blues eyes, and for once in a long time, Jasmine saw that his eyes were a lifeless grey, speckled with red. With swift, open arms, he pulled her into his lap and held her close against his chest, nuzzling his face into her silky locks of hair. She gave in and cuddled him back, nervous and confused about her own feelings. She listened to the steady beat of his heart and felt his breath calm ...
    down as he slowly relaxed. They just sat there, unmoving in each other’s embrace. After a while, both lost track of time. Neither of the two wanted to speak, or move, for it might end the peaceful moment. But finally, after what seemed a decade, Jasmine felt the need to break the silence. “Izial, I…” She choked up on the words and her soft, watery eyes began to burn with tears. Izial hushed her and wiped the little rivers away, careful to keep his claws from gouging her eye out. “There is something you must know.” He said uneasily. “About who I am. I am not a pure blood demon. I… am half demon.” He let out a strained sigh. For a moment, he looked ashamed; foreign and lost in the world around him. She hugged him close to her body, not knowing what to say. “You wished to know about our child… our family… I cannot answer that question for you.” He looked pained, even worse than before. “Why? What’s wrong?” She felt his jaw clench. “Maybe I can help…” He let out a deep breath and held her close. “It is out of your power… But it may not be out of mine.” Not giving her time to argue further, he stood her up, leaving as if half finished. However broken he felt inside, his posture looked powerful, aiding to his recovering pride. “You wished to know about the baby itself. The child will be of my blood. That I am certain. I believe I have a text on the subject of infant demons.” He walked over to his massive shelving unit with his arms held neatly behind his back. He gazed through the ...
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