His Sleeping Slut

Prince Warin has searched long and hard for the fabled sleeping beauty of the enchanted castle and, at last, he's found her. A kiss doesn't wake her from her magical sleep, neither does claiming her virginity. She fulfills his every desire, but what happens when she wakes up?

Adults Only! 18+!

This short includes depictions of a horny prince having his way with a sleeping barely-legal princess. There is bareback creampie sex, deep-throat oral, and breeding.

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Prince Warin calmed his nervous horse as they approached the thorn barrier surrounding a majestic, vine-covered castle. At last! After years of searching, chasing rumors and dead ends, he'd found the fabled castle that held the sleeping princess-Briar Rose.

Tales of her beauty and her cursed plight had thrilled him for as long as he could remember. Nearly a hundred years had passed since a spiteful witch had placed a curse on Princess Briar Rose-a curse that doomed the princess to death, but a good witch had dulled the curse so the princess would only sleep, as did those around her.

A hedge of thorns had grown around the castle to protect the slumbering occupants. The skeletons of those who had tried to pass it now decorated the hedge in macabre warning to those who came next. The threat of death by the cursed tangle that wouldn't release anyone it caught had deterred all thrill-seekers wishing to claim the glory of waking the princess.

Warin wasn't one of them. He didn't want glory. He had plenty of his own. He didn't want a kingdom because he would inherit once his father stepped down. And his kingdom had riches aplenty that he was sure outdid Princess Briar Rose's fortune by far. No, all he wanted was her.

He'd searched long and hard for the castle that had fallen out of the memory of the living because so many had died attempting to enter. That number wouldn't include him. His purpose was of the purest intent and magic bowed to purity.

Warin dismounted and approached the thorns. He didn't draw his sword. It wouldn't do any good anyway, if the stories were to be believed. Either he would pass or he would die, but he wasn't leaving this castle now that he'd found it.

The thorns creaked and shook, making Warin stop short. To his amazement, the thorns pulled apart and opened a clear path for him to the castle gates. Was it a trick? Had the thorns done this for others and that had been why they thought they would pass?

It didn't matter. Pass or die-those were his only options. Warin walked forward. The thorns continued shaking with each step he took. The gate swung open when he neared it, screeching as rusted hinges worked for the first time in decades.

The age and decay ended at the gate. Warin stepped over the threshold and entered a world untouched by time. The courtyard was filled with people who were frozen mid-action. A man had started to mount his horse when the curse was enacted and now stood with one foot in the stirrup and the other dangling in the air. A woman was frozen with a permanent expression of surprise etched on her face because the man behind her had grabbed a handful of her ass.

He took the stairs three at a time when he found the tower. The door at the top of the stairs swung open for him just like all the other barriers had. The castle wanted him there. It was giving him Princess Briar Rose and he gladly accepted her.

After catching his breath, he approached the canopied bed where she slept. He peeled back the sheer curtain and saw that she truly did sleep. She wore a flowing gown the color of daffodils that was out of place for the bedroom but perfect for the party she'd failed to attend because of the curse.