Princess Vore Romane & Geschichten

She couldn't really say what she had seen, but it made her feel uneasy. The next morning, the palace felt heavy with quiet worry. The news that Princess Isla was gone spread like a cold wind through the hallways that echoed. Her room, which used to be a safe place with soft cloth and light, now showed something strange had happened – the strong frame of the door was broken and pulled apart, and the heavy wooden door was lying sideways on the floor. People whispered quietly, looking scared. The guards didn't know how a princess, locked safely in her room, could just disappear.

the princess said to the professor, who could see a glint of anger in her eyes. Disappointment caused her heart to ache as she backed off him and made her way towards the door. Yet despite whatever emotions she felt, Kira was never the type to show them. A beautiful porcelain doll, whose character was to never waiver or show weakness but always to stand proud and regal. A rare treasure that people could only stand and admire from a distance but never had the guts to approach. Placing her hand on the doorknob, the princess shot one last look at the professor and said, "I'm the type of woman to chase after what she wants, and when I do, I always get what I want. Which in this case is you, prof

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

Sadie POV While werewolf society is composed of individual packs led by Alphas and Lunas, we do have patriarchy that rules over each of the packs. There is the King, Queen, and their children. The Prince and Princess are twins, Rosie and Rylen. Right now, they are in search of their mates because the King and Queen are ready to retire. Because there are two heirs to the throne, each twin is going to take half of the country to rule over to reduce the workload and so the King and Queen do not have to choose which child will rule while the other gets nothing. However, the mates of the Prince and Princess will need to first become a Prince/Princess and be trained in the royal ways before they c

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

Princess? Sh**! Elora is a princess because she has Royal blood in her veins. She was none other than the neice of the werewolf king himself. She was the neice of Volkan Knight. And now he thinks it was me who hurt her.

Finally, the Lunarch broke the silence, voice low and edged with disdain. “A necromantress. Turned vampire. *Princess Consort* of Valros.” He spat the title like poison. “The Winterstar girl now sits on the arm of their heir, wearing fangs and a crown. And we smiled and clapped like trained dogs.” Veyra’s jaw tightened. “The edict was clear. Any move against her would mean war with Valros. We are not yet strong enough for that fight.” The Lunarch turned his gaze on her, sharp as a blade.