The Prince of Exile. Рамиль Латыпов

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      Рамиль Латыпов

      © Рамиль Латыпов, 2022

      ISBN 978-5-0056-7312-1

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      Chapter 1 At the Dawn of Change

      A strange voice in the darkness told me “Soon everything will change for you Prince Gideon”. A dark figure points a finger at me, and a bright ball of flame flies towards me. I’m on fire. I burn out completely. But I survive by being different. What nonsense. I will be fine. Woke up. What a strange dream.

      – You woke up prince. – Says the girl to my left. Naked and beautiful maid Elsa. Red hair small horns. She is a demon and my mistress. Lilac skin and cute ponytail.

      – You tossed and turned Prince. And my breasts were crushed so roughly. – Said, laughing, the girl on the right. Milan’s maid. Cat ears and jet black hair. Breasts are smaller than Elsa’s, but what plump lips she has. And she’s so warm. The demon is noticeably colder.

      – I’m sorry, honey. Where is the third one?

      The maids lifted the blanket for me. Under it, a little girl sleeps on top of me. She is from the rat people. Funny mustache and ears. We have recently enslaved their people. This is where I got it. Daughter of their king Bria. Now my maid. I thought I’d keep a pet instead. But she was very skilled in oral sex. Natural talent.

      – Hello, prince. The pretty lady opens her eyes. She is cute. Knows manners and etiquette. Real princess. Even if it’s a slave. I would stroke her, but my hands are on the breasts of the two maids at the sides. The girl understood my look and set to work. Our morning ritual. She had a choice or that. To be my personal servant or to feed my orc soldiers. She made the right choice. Skillful mouth quickly did the job. Fifteen minutes and my seed filled her cheeks. She took a deep sip and said happily.

      – You are delicious as always my master.

      – Well done beauty. In vain your father did not agree to give you to me as a wife. Because of this, the war began. And now you’re just my slave. And why did he resist? He is a fool.

      – Yes. You are right owner. He is a fool. – The maiden rat said it sadly and a tear passed down her cheek. Nothing will survive. Get used to me. I do not beat her and humiliate her. I love them in my own way.

      – Need to go. I have a lot of things to do today. Ball in the evening. There I will see my future bride for the first time. She is from the neighboring country of the elves Otis Princess Tamara. They say beautiful. Always wanted to try with an elf. They are said to have warm skin.

      – Yes, I know her. Bria said. – We played with her in childhood when her father Max Trilis and her mother Julia Trilis came to visit my father Evgeny Maus. She is very cute. But peculiar and arrogant. Like all elves.

      – With me, she will be gentle and obedient. I love riding wild mares. – I said rejoicing at the new lady. – But girls, don’t worry, I won’t stop sleeping with you. You are mine for a long time. My favourites. I squeezed the breasts of the two ladies even tighter. – I will not let go of such milkings unnecessarily.

      They laughed. Such gentle and affectionate ladies. I understood from their movements. They want me. The look became languid. Legs wobbled under the covers. The demon began to sweat. A clear sign of arousal. The cat started wagging its ears.

      – Who same today will be the first my Prince? – Asked the demon. Her eyes turned red. Apparently excited.

      – Ladies decide for yourself. I love to see how you try to win our game. – I said, looking forward to the spectacle. I came up with this game. Ladies stick their middle finger into another lady’s womb. And they start moving. The first one to let out a groan of pleasure loses. And not getting sex. And they have fun. And it’s more pleasant for me to enter when the lady’s place is wet. The ladies smiled at me and got out of bed. They sat down opposite each other. Fingers in the womb. Passionate but determined faces. They know how grateful I am when I’m happy. I can give you a juicy piece. But that’s later. And slave love is a miracle. Enslavement spell, invented a hundred years ago. Grand Master Leon wanted to enslave the dragons. But he didn’t succeed. The spell had no effect on them. But for people, yes. The slave has a small mark around his neck with the symbol of his master. Most often it is his work or hobbies. A slave loves his master sincerely. But I digress from the ladies. They actively worked with their hands.

      – You will lose the demon. I’ll go with him first.

      – No cat, I’ll win. He will fall in love with me.

      At this time, I pulled the rat lady. Started kissing. She is sweet and gentle. And how I love her long mustache. My hands caress her breasts. Too bad she’s small. But still, she’s beautiful. My friend is ready to fight again. The former princess took advantage of this. She took it into her skillful mouth again.

      Leave us a friend.

      – Don’t drink it all by yourself. It still has to be mine. There is only room in my womb for him. The demon said. But then she had an orgasm. – Ahhh. No how could I.

      – I won. Milana said triumphantly, licking her fingers. She liked the taste of the demon. Then she walked over to the bed. The rat realized that it was time to leave and kissed me goodbye on the cheek. Then she brazenly kissed the demon and began to caress her with her hands in the womb. She likes ladies. Moans of love filled my bedroom. It’s time to enjoy the cat. She jumped on me. The warm womb and my friend united. She’s warm and wet. I like the bold bold look of the lady on top of me. In a fit of passion, she opens up. Become a real predator. There are many scars on my back from her claws. Ten minutes and I poured everything I had into her.

      – I’m glad that gave you pleasure my prince. – Said the lady getting down from me. She knows what to do next. She pulled clothes out of the closet. Dressed as a maid. She took my dress suit and underwear and came up to me. Helped me get dressed. The ladies on the floor finished their fun and also went to get dressed.

      I left the room in the company of three maids. My palace is full of people, as always. Many maids and lackeys ran on various assignments. We went to the royal dining room. There sat King Darius and Queen Aralia. My parents. Mother from a kind of werewolves of eagles. Father is a great magician. However, I don’t have any such talents. I love ladies. That’s all. Although I always kept myself within the limits. Outside the palace, I am a respectable prince. Here he is. A huge table filled with various dishes. Much more food than we can eat. After us, the servants will eat it. And my maids that hardly stood up for me. Although they don’t always get it. The strongest get food. There is a rigid hierarchy among the servants. I quietly handed them the best pieces. It’s not just that they sleep with me. Moreover, I saw their beds. Rigid and uncomfortable. In the basement. It smelled of vomit and mildew. Twilight. And the rats are crawling. An additional source of their food. There is the bottom of our society. Here we have its color. Just one floor separates the two worlds. I once went down there for Milan. I was curious how they live. They make me sleep much more comfortable and softer. And my profit. They were envied by many maids and a few servants. But I was faithful to them. They are my favourites.

      – My son Gideon sit down to eat. Chef Ignacio is right on top today. No wonder I wrote him out of the country of angels “Holy Fortress” for today’s ball. – King Darius was in high spirits. His country is flourishing. The wealth of the country rat people filled the treasury. Especially today is my engagement. Our countries will sign a union treaty. This means that we will become the second power in the world after the empire of the Goddess of Light. A pious country in the west. Orcs and gnomes will not attack and devastate our lands. Fear retribution. Today will be the triumph of his life. And he revels in every minute.

      I sat down at the table. Alex the butler put a napkin on my lap. He is strange. I like him little. He likes to cuddle up to me, climbs to hug. He is a man in his forties. Ugh. I’m already nineteen. As well as my favorite maids.

      – Today you will see her. – Said my mother Queen Aralia. Her sweet and kind features are very popular with the people. Although