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The Palace Guard

Novel By: SoulDiver
Erotica



An adult novella inspired by erotic fairytales.

Princess Elena has been raised to be the perfect bride and kept away from the public eye in chaste innocence. But when she becomes aware of one of the Palace Guards, her future and his life are in jeopardy.

I listened to Ingrid Michaleson's song, 'Soldier', a lot when I was writing this. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 28, 2012    Reads: 1,660    Comments: 0    Likes: 7   


Queen Elena surveyed the naked body of her husband. He was spread across their vast bed finally asleep, his cock lying limp between his legs. He had demanded many of his favourite things from her tonight, not all of them pleasurable. She winced at the memory, but at the same time she still felt a thrill of sexual desire throb inside her. She hated the way he made her feel. Most of the time she looked at his classically handsome features and felt nothing but disgust. But then he would touch her and speak obscenities and her body would respond as if it had a mind of its own. His drive was insatiable, but so was hers, and he knew it.

Ever since she had seen those pictures in the book in her father's library her body had been taken over by a desperate need that never seemed to find complete satisfaction. She knew she needed a partner who was able to match her, and for a painfully short time, the Palace Guard had unselfishly given her what she wanted. For a moment, she allowed herself to remember his hot touch. She closed her eyes and remembered how it felt to be kissed by him, to have his full lips greedily devour her, to have his tongue possess her mouth and draw desperate moans from her throat. She remembered his strong hands, how they lavished attention on her tender nipples, how they held her tiny waist, almost reaching all the way round, how they slipped into her quim, always slippery with need. And she remembered his cock, his beautiful big cock, how it stood proudly from his thatch of dark hair, how it twitched and grew when she looked at it, how it slipped into her and filled her so completely. As she remembered the sound of his deep groans, her hand strayed down to her slippery slit.

Her eyes shot open as her husband let out a loud growl, and fell on top of her, pinning her to the mattress, forcing himself between her legs. 'Oh my darling,' he grunted, 'You are so wet for me,' and pushed into her, and despite herself she once again felt the arousal building as he roughly shoved her legs further apart and pounded into her.

Later, after he had come inside her for the third time that night, she arose and stood, staring out of the window at the full moon, gloomily wondering how her life had been reduced to this





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