The Prince's Mistress

The Prince's Mistress

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"Just don't tell anyone ok? it would only make trouble" he said, a serious set on his brow. "For who me or you?" I asked looking straight at him. His jaw clinched and his face reddened with anger again. He's always had a short temper. Was I taking my new found confidence too far too quickly? "Listen here SERVENT GIRL! I not losing my throne to this! don't pretend you didn't like.." I cut him off. "Oooh PLEASE you think that grape between your legs had any effect on me?" I lied "Grape? " He said walking up to me Oh no He grabbed my forearm and pulled me in. His hand around my waist. "Be a good girl and hold still" Before I could respond he has turned me around and had one hand around my waist and one inching up my thigh.
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A spicy fairytale retelling of Aurora and Prince Philip. the lost beauty meets her prince. A spicy twist on a fairytale favorite ----- She spotted him. He was so handsome. He had shaved slightly but the scruff was still there, and she could feel her cheeks growing red and her thighs clenching together. She couldn't lie in saying every single inch of her body pulled her to him. And oh how badly she wanted him to touch her. But still she held her head high and proceeded to walk past him without a word. He was growing frustrated as she walked past him without a word. He roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the hall, away from the crowd. His hands subconsciously trailed her body. They traced her hips and her thighs, they roamed over her butt and he squeezed it, knowing she would like that. She moaned and leaned into his arm, gripping him tightly. She couldn't help it, she hadn't seen him in what felt like so long. "Stop. You're- You're betrothed Philip. To someone else!" She said breathlessly trying to be mad at him as he trailed his fingers under her dress. "You silly girl," He smirked as he roughly grabbed her wet cunt and she gasped. "I'm betrothed to you."

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