Drunken Princess Novels & Stories

"Well, well, well.. what do we have here? Your Highness. You look so pitiful." The dark-haired princess strained to look up to see a familiar woman. But she couldn't make out a face. She's... drifting off... "My dear, Marjien, enough with pretending to be injured. Stand." A hand moved from one side and dropped something and then Princess Zillah lost her consciousness.

They became a single, overwhelming pulse of desire and torment. An animalistic force ruled her, carrying her away on a wild, magic river. Desire grew fiercer. The primal need to be sated wound around the endless crescendo that threatened to shatter her. It was too much! There would be only one path to release. Reluctantly, the Mistress stepped back with a ragged breath, retrieving the goblet. “This is the cure for what ails you,” she enticed, “Drink, and let your true desires be revealed.”

The only thing that escaped my lips was a desperate plea: “Kiss me.” It was the last thing I said before slipping into a nightmare, and everything went blank. ************** I woke up in a strange room, my mind hazy and disoriented. “Where am I?” I murmured, blinking as I took in my surroundings. The space was beautiful, almost surreal. It was large and airy, like something out of a luxury hotel or a wealthy estate. The walls were painted a soft cream, decorated with abstract art in shades of gold and deep blue. At the center of the room stood the king-sized bed I was sitting on.

What exactly is this, Princesa? She’s wearing a white dress with flowing sleeves and looks… almost radiant. She holds a lot of power too, that’s clear. The sun hits her golden curls. One wouldn’t think she spent the night in a cold dark cell. The goddess sure loves the Rossis… I look away from her, my demeanour darkening as I glare across at the men who all have their eyes on her, hostility clear in their eyes, but if they’re trying to intimidate her, they’re only digging their own graves deeper.

She asked, her voice laced with seduction. Fuck! I cussed inwardly. “Princess…. You need to get some water to get you sober a bit.” I whispered into her ear, hoping she would understand. “No, what I want is a good fuck. I feel hot.” Her words caused my cock to twitch, and I swallowed a groan. This is not happening?! I can't suffer for her today, not today. “You're drunk, Princess. When you're sober, we would have a good fuck. How about that?” I asked, hoping that will get her to release me for a while, but she held onto me like an octopus.

The Prince Spoke as he limped towards the King. "Very well, you shall receive it. Name your price" "I want the Vampire to be my full-time maid." The prince smirked as he looked at a crying Eva on the floor. "No way in hell" Alexandrov growled out shocking everyone in the room. "Excuse me?" "With all due respect your majesty, I will not allow my future Beta to stay in a place she isn't wanted. She has duties waiting for her in our pack. I refuse to leave her behind with this little pervert prince" Alexandrov bit out.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

"I have no recollection of who that other person was." Drake smiled: "It's also true that you don't remember her at this point. Princess Rose is an incredibly beautiful and talented young lady, and her kingdom is located right next to ours. The princess made a marriage proposal to Dylan. What are your thoughts on this matter?" Miren cocked her head to the side and purred in concentration. It would appear that she is deep in thought about something. "Not possible." It is her voice. The look on Drake's face became very solemn, and his expression completely shifted.

“Ready for what, princess?” “To..” She hiccupped and I narrowed my eyes as a soft giggle left her mouth before she bit down on her lip. After a moment as if collecting herself, she said, “To, have you. Did I tell you that I want you? I do. I—” She hiccuped. “I do want you so much. So very much.” A slow smile spread across my lips and I asked, “Are you drunk, princess?” I stepped toward her only to pause to blink away the dark dots from in front of my eyes.

Boldly, I slipped into a seat where a group of men were sitting around a poker table. I watched the way their mouths parted and the way their eyes widened in surprise. It was totally my fault. Everyone thought I was dead. Even now, rumors of me being here had already spread and they couldn't even stop the gossip from floating into my own ears. I'm princess Marina, the heir to my mother's fortune since my sister decided to disappear out of the blue years ago. I noticed some of the men checking me out, eyes pinned on my tits but really, anything for this game to work in my favor.