Disney Princesses X Male Reader Novels & Stories

It surprised her to realize how much pain that poem brought her and how much she could relate to the princess. However, it also left her feeling sad for she didn’t want to end up the same as the princess. That was partially the reason she distanced herself from all; she didn’t want to be betrayed. He chuckled lightly as he saw her looking so confused at his actions. “Yes miss, you were crying while reading that book.” Siana was surprised at that for it seemed as if he just read her mind but she ignored that thought in no time cause that whole situation was already a lot for her to take.

Rai just laughed at me and caught my hands. “I’m sorry, Princess. I’m yours. My mind.. My heart.. My soul.. My body. You can even have my ass. I’m sure Damian won’t mind.” He laughed again as he held me close. “You can drill him anytime you want, Baby girl. He’s yours.” Damian laughed. “Oh, Damian.. You can touch my princess in non-sexual ways.. Kiss yes, just not on the lips. And only if she allows it. If you want anything sexual, just come to me.” Rai laughed as Damian threw him a pillow.

The door was flung opened and a badly bloodied and injured Daniel ran in falling to the floor immediately. His body was deeply burned and looked disgusting. "your highness... The Phoenix princess. It's true.. " The poor injured guy fought to keep his life at least to explain what happened to his alpha. "what about the Phoenix?" Ryker snapped. "the strange force isn't from the witch. It is true that the last Phoenix Princess has being reborn. And she's already burn down our men. The men you send to check out the desert along with me have all being burned down to ashes. Am the only one left to rely her words to you.

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

“Why? Can’t stand the thought of me being your first” He pushes his fingers further “Of me making you my submissive?” He presses down harder going knuckles deep “Or of the fact that you like how I have my way with you?” I moan and clench around his fingers when he presses somewhere inside me that made my knees feel weak, cock about to burst. “Seems I found your prostate” “N-no...stop” Shit why am I stuttering? “Too Late, Tesoro... you have already lost this deal”

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

Like Alexei who only knew how to abuse. But I can't fucking trust him. He's a monster. He kills, fights to claim what's not his, and who knows. He probably sleeps around with women too. I laid there in that big bed, before getting up to the bathroom door inside the room. I changed to my mother's yellowed dress I wore underneath that heavy wedding gown. When I came back, I sat beside him watching him breathe on the couch. His chest rose and fell. His eyes were closed. Even as he slept, he was still fucking handsome. His hair was messy. He had grown to be the most ruthless and youngest biker in the whole territory, and it made me wonder at what age he became this monster.

Princes are higher born than Dukes, even ones that do not live in the royal court. Malcolm wasn’t the only person who gave me a bad vibe. There were also the triplets Adrian, Aldon, and Abel. They looked like fashion models and were so similar that I would never have been able to tell who was who. The moment we met I felt Roman tense and move closer to me. They kissed my hand and one of them Aldon or Abel, licked the inside of my wrist. I don’t know if they were trying to be seductive or attempting to taste the virgin, but I screamed and yanked my hand away.

He didn’t withdraw and remained deep in me while I came uncontrollably, making it hard for my fluids to ooze out easily. ′Oh gosh, oh gosh. -There’s no way I’ll make it without passing out.′ “We’re getting started.” I heard his moan. “Ohhh...please...” I begged weakly. “Too late.” Writer’s POV: The Prince ignored her plea. His loins were on fire and he did all the thinking with his dick. There was no way Saïda was going away before he was done with her. She was shivering and he loved it. Immediately she finished coming, he withdrew and slammed all the way in. Again and again, each thrust harder, deeper and rougher that the first.