Seducing the Prince E-Book

Trevon Carter

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Seducing the Prince

Leseprobe

Seducing the Prince

Book 3 of The African Chronicles

By Trevon Carter

Table of Contents

Title Page

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

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Chapter 21

Gwen groaned as she sat up, looking over to see her husband knocked out.  Her entire body was aching from top to bottom, but mostly her crotch.  The warrior that Ada had introduced her to, had done a number on her.  Her body immediately grew warm as she thought about the powerful warrior, thrusting his hips wildly, with her pinned beneath, trembling in pleasure.

“Whew...  I need some air,” she whispered to herself as she stood up and quietly made her way out of the hut.

The cool night breeze woke her up immediately, rushing by her thin silk nightie.  Her nipples immediately perked up and pressed against her tight clothing.  She shivered as the breeze passed between her legs, chilling her warmed crotch, cooling the lust filled fire below.

It had already been a couple of night since she had been with the warrior and yet her body was still sore from the experience.  Ada and the Prince had been difficult to reach the past couple of days due to yet another tribe wanting trade discussions.  Gwen began to wonder if she would ever have a quiet, pleasurable moment with the Prince.  Her mind flashed back immediately to the image of his manhood.  The thick bumps that lined his shaft, the immense length and the impressive girth.  She let out a small moan as she thought about it.

The wooden dildo that Ada had given to her was still hidden in the basket and she regretted not taking it out with her.  Then again, she would’ve had to find an empty hut somewhere to get herself off.  She looked up at the dark sky, black as ink, with tiny stars dotting it.  The full moon lit up the air, like a spotlight in a theater.

“This place is beautiful,” she said to herself as she wrapped her arms together, feeling a bit chilly.

There were no fires tonight, no music, no dancing, only peace that reigned through the night.  Gwen wondered if the negotiations weren’t going well.  She slowly walked forward, getting accustomed to the cool air, wearing only her nightie and panties.

She walked by Ada’s hut and quietly poked her head in.  To her surprise, it was empty.  Gwen found it a bit strange and looked towards the Prince’s land, wondering if Ada was there.  Her feet moved on their own, heading towards the large walled off area where the Prince and King resided.  She was careful with each step, worried that a guard might catch her.

As she neared, she heard what sounded like grunting and moaning.  Her ears perked up and her body grew warm as she got closer and closer.  The wooden fence that walled off the area was easy enough to pass, and she sped up her steps to get closer to the large hut.  The moaning was louder and Gwen peered through a hole in the wall.

Her eyes widened at the sight.  While the Prince was not in the hut, Ada was.  And with her, was an incredibly large man.  His skin was dark, almost black, and he had short, somewhat nappy auburn colored hair, with the sides cut high up to make it look as though he had a thicker mohawk.  While he was muscular, it wasn’t the chiseled look that Gwen had grown accustomed to.  He looked a bit more swollen, thicker and wider.  Ada was on the ground, her legs spread wide, with the powerful big black tribesman was holding her ankles and thrusting his member in and out of her.

Gwen licked her lips as she watched Ada writhe and squirm in pleasure.  Her eyes locked in on Ada’s crotch, specifically on the black man’s extremely thick shaft.  Even from a distance, looking through a small hole in the wall, she guessed that it was easily as thick as, if not thicker, than her own forearm.  She was mesmerized at the sight, watching as his thick glistening shaft somehow slid in and out of Ada’s tiny, dark brown sex.  The sounds of their lower bodies smacking against each other reverberated through the hut.

“Amazing,” Gwen whispered as she reached down between her legs.

Her fingers rubbed gently against her wet sex, teasing her clit as she watched.  She bit her lower lip as she did, trying to hold back any moans.  The last thing she wanted, was to be caught out in the open pleasing herself as she looked through a little peephole into the Prince’s home.

The black tribesman grunted and grabbed Ada by the hips, flipping her over so that she was on her elbows and knees.  He raised himself up in a crouching position, hovering over the much smaller frame of Ada as he wildly thrust his hips.  Gwen rubbed faster, growing even more excited.

Ada moaned louder as she pressed her face against the cot beneath her, biting it as she began to thrust her lower body back at the thick black man each time he pushed forward.  The sounds of their bodies smacking grew louder with each thrust.  Gwen could see Ada’s ass cheek slowly turning a darker shade as it smacked against the black man’s powerful abs.

Gwen gasped as she pressed a finger into her sex, sinking it deep inside her as she watched.  Ada’s elbows fell to the side, her breasts pressing down into the cot.  Her body shuddered and Gwen could tell that she had climaxed.  She wondered how many times Ada already had an orgasm before she had wandered by.  Her own finger began to slide in and out from between her legs, matching the pace of the black man’s thrusts.

Ada screamed as the black man placed his hands on her shoulders and raised himself up a bit, mounting a bit higher up as he hammered in and out of her.  His thick black balls swung wildly as he groaned.  Gwen’s eyes widened as she watched him, and soon, he tilted his head back and let out a roar.  Ada moaned and shuddered again, and Gwen knew, he was cumming inside her.

Gwen pressed her face closer to the hut, trying to get a better view but froze as she heard a cracking sound nearby.  She immediately pulled her hand out from between her legs and stood up, surveying the area around her.  Her heart raced as she worried that a guard had spotted her.  She heard voices in the hut and quickly raced back to the fence.  The big, thick black man stepped out from the hut as soon as she made her way over the fence and ducked under a nearby crate.

After a moment, she slowly stood up, peeking over the top of the crate to see the black man looking towards her left.  She looked over to see an impala grazing on a bush.  The black man waved his arms and yelled, frightening it.  Gwen sighed in relief as she realized it was the impala that had made the sound.  When the black man headed back into the hut, she quickly made her way back towards her own, her heart still thumping loudly.  She quietly stepped in, lay back down next to her husband and closed her eyes.

Chapter 22

The familiar sounds of drums thudded in the distance and Gwen impatiently paced back and forth.  Ian was talking with Chief Ode, trying to figure out when Hasani would be available.  Ada tapped her on the shoulder and smiled.

“Gwen!  It has been a while,” she greeted.

“Ada!  My goodness, it is hard to get in touch with you lately.  What’s going on?”  Gwen asked.

“The other tribe, they come from further out in the mountains.  Baku, their leader.  He comes for trade and pleasure.  Mountains do not have many... ah... females,” Ada answered.

Gwen’s eyes lit up as she heard Ada’s words.  “Pleasure?  You mean...”

“Yes ah... sex,” Ada replied bluntly.

“Oh, so that man...”  Gwen paused and looked away momentarily.  Ada didn’t seem to catch her mistake.  “I mean, where is Baku?  Have Ian or I met him?”

Ada shook her head.  “No, he is not fond of ah... outside.  Outsiders?  People not from here, he does not like.  Especially if their skin is...”  She paused as she looked at Gwen.  “Like you, no color.”

“Oh, you mean white,” Gwen said.

Ada nodded.  “That is why we have been away.  The Prince is with him now, trying to negotiate on trade.  They bring very fresh water, straight from mountains,” she informed. 

“Maybe I can meet Baku some time?”  Gwen offered.