The Cruel Prince Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

“ come on in “ prince stiles urged her in a fool voice, she looked at her prince Alden to save her and only met his eyes. Smiling wickedly after bolting the door, prince stiles looked at princess Amelia with through hatred in his eyes. Princess Amelia knowing that she was in trouble beganw beginning him, while the prince calmly approached princess Amelia , and gripped her beautiful chin. “did you see how the son of a bitch insulted me, all because of you uhhh” he said as he gripped her chin harder making sure his claws were biting through it. Shivering with pain princess Amelia, begged for mercy but that seemed to make prince stiles more furious. After a couple minutes of griping of princess

It thrilled me. I kissed him again. Harder. My tongue pressing deeper into his mouth. My breasts flattened against his chest. His kiss in return was overwhelming. His tongue filled the small wet space of my mouth, his giant hands grabbed clumsily at my frame through the swath of my white cloak. Huge palms pawing roughly at my hips, breasts and inner thighs, frustrated in their efforts by the silky fabric. The white fire broke out across my skin like a fever sweat, the quivering shimmering flame flared from my lips and fingertips in feathery curls. Far from backing away from this quiet inferno, the Prince snatched at the fire with his lips, sucking the rippling magic from my fingers.

The Prince continued exploring her body with his tongue until he reached her hips. “I’m going to use my mouth now, sweetheart.” She gasped. Javier could feel his fingers soaked with her come, and she trembled around him. Without wasting another second, he took her clit in his mouth. Celina screamed, her hands flying to grip his hair. The Prince greedily lapped over her folds like a man starving, exploring every corner of her. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside her. She was tight around him, hands tugging at his locks. That was the last straw for her.

Many know him as the God of Death. “No one dares to challenge you, huh?” Prince Spencer's voice drips with disdain, yet exudes suffocating pressure. “What if I do?” Alpha S, curled up on the ground, suddenly widens his eyes and gasps, his face going pale as if facing death. His lips tremble, but he doesn't dare to make a sound. Prince Spencer can't be bothered with him anymore, instead walking towards me. I can't help but hold my breath as I watch Spencer break my chains with his bare hands and lift me up. The moment he touches me, a strange sensation courses through my body, filling me with an indescribable joy deep within my soul.

He unties me at last, but only to drag me onto his lap, still inside me, still holding me tight. “You did well, Principessa,” he murmurs, voice raw. “But don’t forget—punishment’s always waiting if you get greedy again.” I bury my face in his chest, broken, cockdrunk, but smiling. Because I know I’ll let him punish me again. And again. And again. End of Chapter 9

I inhale deeply, breathing in his scent, tasting the salt of his sweat on my tongue. Our movements become frantic, desperate. Prince’s body tenses, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he comes, spilling over my hand and onto the sheets below. The pulsing of his muscles around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow him into oblivion, my vision going white as pleasure crashes over me in waves.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Chapter 2: Chains and Whispers Prince Lirien woke to the heavy ache deep in his ass where King Vesperian had claimed him so thoroughly the night before, every shift of his hips sending a dull throb through his stretched hole and reminding him exactly who owned that part of him now. His wrists still carried faint magical burns from the manacles. His thighs felt sticky with dried cum. Worst of all, his cock stirred lazily against the silk sheets, already half-hard just from the memory of that brutal rhythm and the way Vesperian had flooded him. He hated the king, he hated how his body already missed the weight of him, yet a pull so dark twisted in his chest.

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

WARNING : MATURE CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS YOU CAN SKIP THE CHAPTER ♡RISHI POV♡ My princess is the best I love her more than anything she loves only me I started doing my naughty things with her she never resists me my cute princess I removed her frock she is with her bra and panties infront of me I caressed her bare waist with my finger she started shivering and bited her lips moving her cute butt my cutie pie how can you be this cute princess