A/N: Part II of Intoxicated. And a warning to readers, since I received a complaint that the last chapter had no 'action', this story will be romance. Never mind the extra taboos like incest. It's romance and as such, there will not be just sex but actual character development and a plot. Enjoy. oOo Between the calming sound of rain, the buzz of the TV s...
Lying on his back with his legs in the air and drool dripping down his mouth, Prince Ahmed Hassan was exactly where he knew he should be. The six-foot-three, beefy young Saudi Arabian Prince stroked his eight-inch cock as his wife Princess Dhakirah Dahab worked the strap-on dildo deep into his asshole. Smiling gleefully, the plump Arab woman teased and taunt...
Merida galloped on her horse, Angus, with her red hair freely flying in the wind. It was Saturday. The day she was free from her princess duties and could spend her time however she chose. On her shoulder was her quiver and in her hands a bow and arrow respectively. She quickly slipped the arrow over the notch and fired an arrow. It struck true to the red an...
Ch.3 Pt.02 Patience and the Cult Patience the High Priestess had embarked on a physical relationship with the Prince. She tried to limit it to the experience of sex, to regard it as a necessary lesson for her so she would understand the people she served, and also as a service to keep the Prince, and through him the King, pleased with her, so they would con...
Author's note: Thanks for everyone who rated the first chapter of this story! I had a great time writing this chapter and hope you all enjoy it. Please comment and send me feedback, I'd love to read your comments and listen to your suggestions. Thank you very much! This is a re-upload of the second chapter. The first time I wrote this chapter, I just thre...
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual content between a male and futanari, and mpreg. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. All characters referenced are 18 years old (or older). Thank You and Enjoy. ***** Staring back out of the mirror was a prince, a young man of 19 years, patiently waiting f...
One upon a time, long long ago, in a land far far away from here, there lived a handsome young prince and his mother. In a castle, of course. Where else would a handsome young prince live? The old queen had one wish before she died – she wanted her handsome young son to marry a princess. But it had to be a real princess. No fakers need apply. The handsome yo...
It was a setting where he really should have known better, but nonetheless the prince insisted in generally referring to peasant women as baggage when he was out on his carriage rides. It was only a matter of time before one turned out to be a witch. After she'd cast her spell, with the usual 'return to original form upon a kiss by a princess' proviso, she...
Standing in front of Laban Bogale's grave, I sighed deeply. Born in the City of Bahir Dar, on the northern region of Ethiopia on November 8, 1694 of the Christian calendar, he died on the shores of Lake Awasa, in the Great Rift Valley of Ethiopia, on February 5, 1721. Beloved son, and a wonderful human being, that's what his tombstone read. Twenty seven year...
Chapter 2: Seven Years Wait Seven years passed and the people in the kingdom of Arethan lived in fear. Their beloved Prince Aries had indeed became a raging beast that ravaged the countryside and tormented his people. In hopes of appeasing him, virgin daughters were offered up as sacrifices. It was a sad and frightening time for all concerned and that is wh...