Sexy Fantasy Princess の小説・ストーリー

Nobles pressed close, their questions and compliments sticky as honey. “Princess, the envoys must be charmed by your grace.” “Elara, will you not dance tonight? The hall begs for it.” “You sit beside Kieran so well—you already seem matched.” Each word felt like a chain tightening around her throat. She smiled, nodded, let the words slip past her lips like a mask—but inside, her wolf snarled. When she finally stole a moment of silence, Serenya appeared at her side. “Elara.” The girl’s smile was soft, her gown gleaming pale green, delicate as springtime. “You look radiant tonight.”

“I’m a princess. I have maids. Why would I need to walk?” God, she was perfect. Wicked and fearless. Mine. I lowered my head, taking one of her breasts into my mouth while my hand teased lower, between her thighs. She gasped and arched against me, the sound ripping through me like lightning. Her body was silk under my hands, impossibly soft, and her scent was enough to drive me feral. “Sebastian… please.” Her voice cracked into a plea, her grip tightening on the sheets as her head fell back, her hair spilling like a dark halo around her.

" He instructed one of his concubines. Who ran in response to the king? Xavier, with the force to ease his anxiety and anger, grabbed her neck and had her fall on the bed. "Take it easy with me, Your Majesty." She pleaded, having her legs wide spread. Xavier lost his belt and had to penetrate her until he felt satisfied. She was just his sex toy that he could easily have access to. "Get your smelly body from my room." Xavier said to her. Little did he know that he didn't use a condom on her. "My gosh. I have fallen victim this time around." He sounded, got a glass of alcoholic drink, and drank.

“You’ll be like Cinderella at the royal ball.” I shook my head, letting out a wry chuckle. “Yeah, sort of, except I don’t have a Prince Charming, nor do I have a fairy godmother.” Fiona broke the hug and smirked. “Matt is your Prince Charming, dummy,” she said. “And I’m your fairy godmother, of course.” Fiona paused, her smirk growing into a grin at the sight of my reddened cheeks. She took my hand, her eyes filled with mirth and mischief. “And now, your fairy godmother is going to get you a dress.”

I whisper. Why am I giving in? Why am I hesitating in my answer? Why am I not just saying ‘I don’t want to…’ It’s almost as if… as if I’m considering it. “I think I do. I have seen enough of you to say that I know I will like what I see… besides, once I’ve seen you, you won’t feel the need to keep hiding. We stay in the same room after all. So, put those hands behind your head, Princesa. Let me see those breasts.”

A slender nose and plump lips that will look excellent wrapped around my cock. Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match. “No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she says. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the accent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a place that I hate to the very core. She’s fucking British. ~~~ The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness Book 5 of the Rossi Legacies

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

"Feel honoured that a prince just fucked your worthless cunt." With a mixed guilt and a confused pang of disappointment from the drugs still in her system, she had been so close... for the physical loss of pleasure built up, mixed with anger at his words. She didn't want to be treated like a servant or objectified like this; she was Sephora, the second princess of the Raven Kingdom. This was her Kingdom. She was too intoxicated by the potion to understand fully, to say this to them. Why? Why had they kept calling her a servant and whore? She was a princess. The Raven Queens daughter, one of those princesses?! Why weren't they calling her a princess??

she hesitates, concealing the undying pleasure derived from my fingers roaming through her boobs and tough nipples. "The word princess" I whisper, pressurizing my duty over her boobs. "Okay Damien please, please f**k me,screw me Damien please!" She pleads, craving wholesomely under my touch. "Sorry princess,I despise s*x within public locations" I whisper, leaning her carefully on her seat. "You bitch,you tricked me" she curse, pouting childishly while adjusting her pulled up gown. "Am sorry princess but it generally wasn't my fault" I apologise, stuffing light hair strands behind her ear.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!