1. The Sixth Prince - Part 6


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Alien, Erotica, Male/Teen Female, Monster, Pregnant, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Wife, Written by women, Author: linky_fangs, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    I would love to share my appreciation for all the support from friends and fans alike! Because of you, I have finally finished what you have all be asking for: The Sixth Prince Part VI Izial rolled over onto his side and puked. The stench of vomit pierced the air, bringing a sharply acidic tone to what had previously been very calm, peaceful surroundings. Wearily raising his head out from the warmth of the dent in his pillow, he sat up and looked down at the sloppy mess that now covered a portion of the floor below. Disgust and regret should have been the first thing on his mind, but it was too early in the morning. Nonchalantly wiping the corner of his mouth on his wrist, he sighed and swung his ashen coloured legs around to the edge of the bed, letting his feet dangle above the smooth obsidian floor. With a soft grunt, he strained to lift himself onto his feet, carefully avoiding the puddle of sick. “Izial?” A woman with skin the colour of milk, naked beneath the silk sheets, glanced up at him. Her dark hair has messily sprawled across her pillow, framing her face in a sexy, clumsy sort of way. Unlike what she was used to, he appeared to completely ignore her; he continued casually toward a hidden passageway to wash up, mumbling agitatedly to himself in an exotic foreign language. She stretched her sleepy muscles and yawned, not quite wanting to wake up yet. It felt way too early to start the day. What time was it anyway? 3 am? In the distance, the sound of commotion ...
    started to form. She reluctantly hoisted herself up into a sitting position and looked to where her demon had wandered off, but the noise appeared to be originating from another place: the main door. What the Hell? She sighed in frustration, partially because this likely meant that she couldn’t go back to sleep, but also because Izial was already occupied with something; she would have to deal with whatever was out there herself. Complaining quietly to herself, she used the sheets to cover up her naked form and proceeded toward the door. As she came closer, she noticed that something was slowly starting to change. She felt slightly light headed, but ignored the sensation, choosing to figure out what was going on first. The chaotic bickering behind the heavily blocked entrance subsided into a swarm of words that almost sounded familiar. She leaned against the door and listened deeper, focusing on what they were saying. Slowly, each syllable morphed into a meaning she could understand. It sounded strikingly similar to a conversation between two siblings. “…Be silent!” “My mind is not a slave to yours.” “Disrespect! We are at the prince’s quarters to –“ “I am aware!” “Do not shout!” “I am free to do as I desire! How do you know what I desire?” “Annoyance! Someone is present past the door.” “I question why they have not spoken. You are certain?” “I assure you. It cannot be Izial. He would have identified as so.” “Is it the mate then?” “The young human?” “I have a name, you know.” She ...
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