Virgin Princess Stories

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Virgin Princess

by sweet9tee on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Once upon a time, there was a virgin princess. She was very nice and innocent, but was born with less than a pretty face. Even so, she kept on growing up in life, obeying her family, doing her studies, waiting patiently that one day someone will see her real beauty. You see, even if she didn't look like a princess on the outside, she and her family knew that...

Pagan Princess

by melissa_luvsu2 on Sep 12, 2017
Illustrated

It is the year 50 AD; Roman invaders had set up enclaves throughout the southern lands of Briton. They had met with fierce Pagan Kings who fought bitterly against them and also showed the same aggression toward their neighbouring counterparts. One of these Kings was Alfred who had spawned two children, a boy and a girl. His son who was every bit as fierce a...

The Princess & the Penis

by Vermillion on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

edited by abashed-dreamer ========================== The four handmaidens laid out the beautiful gown. It had just this morning arrived from Italy. Six seamstresses had worked four weeks to prepare the velvet gown to the Princess's specifications. The details in gold and pearls alone were worth a King's ransom. The handmaidens oooh'd and ahh'd over the lov...

Princess Lumia's Perversion

by kngelol on Jul 27, 2020
NonHuman

A swan inspired airship soared across the sky transporting elven princess Lumia. She was leaning to a side railing on its deck with a keen look. Her latest leisure cruise on her private airship was reaching its last days and she wanted to do something big before it ended. So she was trying to find an interesting place to land for the night. "That island loo...

Climactic Day for a Virgin Guy

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Sloan Peabody – known by the guys as Peewee despite nudging six-foot – sighed as night fell knowing he was in for another depressing lonely night. Guys called Peewee rarely ran with the pack and with a name like Sloan Peabody he knew no babes intimately. In his late twentieth year, Sloan remained a virgin. His mother knew it but wouldn't go beyond a hand-jo...

Naveen Knights Ch. 01

by Duleigh on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Once upon a time there was a really awesome story on Literotica titled the Virgin Princess. The story was well written, skillfully crafted and very hot. It was thought that the name of the author was Marcl or Markl or Mikl or something like that. One day, as some days often do, an Evil Situation cast its indiscriminate randomness upon this story and poof - i...

The Art of Princess Maintenance Ch. 02

by taxandtithe on Sep 19, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Fairies don't get a lot in the way of formal education. We come into being more or less needing to know most of the things we'll ever need to. I mention this because I want you to be impressed with me when I describe the arc the cartwheeling form of my princess was cutting through the air eight or ten stories above the treeline as a 'parabola'. Shut up. I h...

Naveen Knights Ch. 02

by Duleigh on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

This is chapter 2 of Naveen Knights, a story inspired by a work no longer found on Literotica entitled The Virgin Princess. Where did it go? I mean, come on - how can you go wrong with an army of sex demons, a lovely but frustrated princess, a horny witch, an oddly perverse wizard, and a queen into S&M? (Ok, the queen is my idea - but it works) Sir Emrys Le...

Arms of Steel: The Lost Crusade

by CrisIdolBouncer on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

"How I wish the muscled Saxon was not a Christian," the Princess Erzhad said in her flawless Greek to her riding companion. "For then I could worship him like a god." The Princess did everything but lick her chops. She stared off at nothing in particular as if her mind was elsewhere. "Tis improper for me to speak this way of a man, but with him it is like I...

Heran In The Belly Of The Beast

by PeterIkeAmadi on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

I walk towards the sacred river, my heart hammering in my chest with more force than a blacksmith's mallet, my machete in my hand. I wear the garbs of a warrior princess: strips of rawhide that barely covers my voluptuous breasts and wide hips. My arms are adorned with tattoos, symbols of my tribe, carved into my skin during the rituals of womanhood. My hea...