The Sixth Prince

Okay, this is my first attempt at an erotic story, so please be kind and enjoy! If I get enough positive feedback I may write a second part. <3

The Sixth Prince

Light grey, knee high boots treaded along a roughly beaten path in the bush. Steadily breathing in the crisp morning air, Jasmine picked up her pace, wanting to arrive as soon as possible. Ferns that bowed into the side of the trail brushed against her exposed thighs while her long black hair swished back and forth along the middle of her back. Her C cup breasts were tucked away under her bra, T-shirt, and femininely cut green sweater, though they still bounced slightly underneath the layers of fabric. Her lime green school bag was messily slung over her one shoulder as she jogged. Earlier it had been emptied, and then refilled with a homemade lunch, bait, a small blue tackle box, and an expandable fishing rod.

Jasmine rarely, if ever, wore makeup. She didn’t need it; she rarely broke out and was always told she looked prettier without it anyway. The blue streak in her hair fell across her soft cheek and she calmly blew it away. Swatting away overgrown branches, she hurried forward and the small path gradually opened up into a small clearing. Ah, here we are. Her favourite fishing spot finally revealed itself to her.

The wind in her lungs felt pure and exhilarating with faint taste of rich earth lingering on her tongue. Frogs croaked strongly in the distance and various plants reached up towards her curvy hips. She always loved nature. Walking over to a large flat rock as long as she was tall, Jasmine tossed her bag onto the smooth, but slightly lumpy surface. The stone was a mixture of several different minerals; swirls of different colours rippled across in different patterns and the odd patch of crystals stuck out on the far side. It was perched on a small hill that ran just above the riverbed, and the rock hung almost dangerously on the edge.

Her small white hands excitedly unzipped the bag and unpacked the contents, setting them beside her. The flowing water of the creek calmly sloshed in the background. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a low rumbling growl followed by three sharp yelps echoed across the small oasis. Jasmine raised her blue eyes in alarm, searching the thick layers of thriving vegetation. The abrupt noises continued, though slightly muted from distance; grunts, snarls, and several clicks were added to the inhuman chorus. Her eyes narrowed as her suspicion and curiosity began to grow.

Subconsciously putting down the overstuffed tackle box, she rose to her feet and scanned her surroundings a second, and then third time, looking for any small clue. The adventurous woman pondered to herself, trying to locate where exactly these sounds were coming from. What they were coming from.

Jasmine wasn’t a shy girl, or a cautious one for that matter. Having just turned nineteen a few weeks ago, she had just bought a nice little apartment and landed herself a job at a local cafe, all with outstanding determination and confidence. And, having been born and raised in this small town, she knew the place by heart; every pothole, the best restaurants, and especially this small forest down to every turn in the creek. Another thing she knew was that wildlife rarely visited and even the local people had no clue about this secret little place that she and her father had discovered when she was just a child. Leaving her supplies behind her, she stepped automatically over a large root and became engulfed in the tangle of high grasses, various small plants, outreaching trees, and clusters of bushes as she carefully picked her route toward the strange noise.

Weaving through the arms of trees, over stumps and rocks, and around water that was either running, trickling, or pooling up, Jasmine heard the sounds stop abruptly. The silence was tense and invoked a tinge of fear in her. What’s going on? How come it just… stopped? Feeling as if she had just stumbled into a great danger and drawn herself to its attention, Jasmine held her breath and reluctantly looked around in anticipation. A lone, dark figure caught her eye.

Her blood went cold, but she found herself slowly stalking toward the creature that appeared awfully human, but she knew it couldn’t be. No human could make sounds like that.It was leaning casually against a tree, not paying any attention to curious human, but kept watch over her out of the corner of its eye. As she got closer, she realized it must be male due to his facial structure and well groomed black hair at a length considered usual for teenage boys. His skin was an ashen grey and his clothing was all black; he wore a long jacket with wide sleeves and simple, dark pants and shoes. A quick movement behind him caught her eye. A slender, dark grey tail with a black, spear-like tip flicked in the air anxiously. Nope, definitely not human.

When she was about ten feet away, he stirred a bit, obviously quite interested in her now, so she hid cautiously behind a nearby tree. He soon fell silent again, and Jasmine peeked out at him from behind the bark. His eyes caught hers, and she couldn’t help but gasp a little. His eyes were a bright green and stood out dramatically being the only colour on him; they seemed to glow slightly, even in the strong sunlight. Her eyes drifted downward and she realized he wore no shirt underneath. He was actually quite handsome, had a bad ass look to him, and must have been in his early twenties.

The creature smiled as he looked Jasmine up and down. His eyes lingered on the firm mounds her breasts made, and wandered back to her face. “Well, well,” He chuckled in a deep, sexy voice, laced with an accent she couldn’t quite identify, “So you’re the curious little creature that interrupted me.” It was more of a statement than a question, and Jasmine was too intrigued to backup when he took a few steps closer to her.

“What the Hell are you?” She blurted out angrily. She had no clue how to respond other than like a ferocious animal, trying to make herself seem stronger and more dangerous than she really was.

“I’m Izial.” He smirked, trying not to laugh at her cute little attempt. Jasmine felt a heat grow between her legs as he stepped even closer. His scent wrapped around her. It was deep and richly spiced, but mixed with a hint of smoke. Her fear was replaced with a strange calming sensation. “I’m a prince; the sixth prince.” He smiled as he crossed his arms. “And what might you be?”

“I’m-I’m Jasmine.” She stammered out, discovering it difficult to find the words. “I’m… just a woman. I-I live here.” She added. “Well, n-near here.”

Izial reached out and brushed the streak of blue hair from her cheek. She immediately discovered he had a strong influence on her mind; drawing her closer and making lust pour into her thoughts, which in turn influenced her actions. Jasmine felt her cheeks get red and hot as the area between her legs began to get even more excited, widening her canal and preparing itself. Why am I feeling like this? This is definitely not the time for – His voice cut off her thoughts.

“My, you humans can be exquisitely beautiful…” He murmured as he lifted up her chin. Looking into his eyes, Jasmine saw they had swirled with a bright blue, the new colour beginning to take over and consume the other. Desire danced around in her eyes as he held his seductive gaze. It made her feel warm and relaxed, and before she knew it, her lips were on his, or his lips were on hers. She couldn’t quite tell who started the kiss, but it was wonderful. The cute young woman closed her long lashes and her mind was engulfed in the delicate, teasing movements of his lips. Leaning into him, Jasmine kissed harder, wanting more. Izial slid his hands onto her body; one hand held the back of her neck, softly playing with her hair, while the other started casually on her hip, but was quickly finding its way along her lower back to her bum. Jasmine muffled a moan and gently tugged on his lower lip with her teeth.

For a brief moment, he broke off the kiss and wrapped his arms firmly around her body, lifting her up and twirling her around so her back pressed up against the flat, rough bark of a nearby tree. Izial growled softly and smiled up at her, teasing her with his mysterious charm and sexy features, but most of all his arousal. It was controlled, but very animalistic, wanting to dominate her and give her what she now craved. Jasmine wrapped her legs round his middle and threw her arms around his neck, making them look a bright white compared to his silvery complexion. He snuggled his face beside hers, licking at and sucking at her earlobe, and breathed in the faint aroma of her finely brushed hair; wind and roses. Planting kisses down the side of her sensitive neck, his warm breath tickled Jasmine’s skin. Her natural scent smelled of herbal tea, and Izial got lost in the moment, taking in every sensation he could grasp. He felt himself gaining length in his pants as his mind taunted him with more sin.

She noticed his breathing quicken, and just the thought of what he was going to do to her next drove her crazy; her pussy was already starting to lubricate itself with slick discharge. She tousled his dark hair until it was shaggy, entwining her fingers securely in the silky locks, and sighed, lightly humping him with her hips. Izial took the message. His smile was beautiful and revealed small fangs as his eyes lit up with mischief; he was eager to continue.