The sexy young Princess is at first repulsed by Thor’s savage ways and the warmongering acts that define him. However, she soon discovers that she is drawn to the virile warrior, hopelessly so. Worse yet, the more she fights to resist temptation the more magnetically attractive he becomes.
Unfortunately for the Princess, the army of her father the King is locked in battle with the forces of the sexy brute. Suddenly, the chaste Colby finds herself torn between loyalty to her father and a burgeoning desire for the primitive conqueror.
Will she stay true to herself, her father and her country or will she commit the ultimate betrayal and surrender to her unbridled desire for him?
WARNING: This 7,000+ word story features a reluctant princess, intense oral sex and an uninhibited, wild encounter with a long haired Norse warrior. All participants in this title are 18 years of age or older.
An Excerpt from the Book:
Her first thought was that this cannot be one of the fearsome warriors who had so thoroughly terrorized their country. He was simply too beautiful to be a barbarian. He was muscular and lean, there was little doubt about that, but in every other way he was as far from the burly warrior types that served her father as one could get.
He towered over her. An animal pelt of some kind was draped across his broad, thick frame. He had shoulder length dark blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. His tanned skin wrapped tight around his war hardened muscles and glistened in the faint light of the tented barracks.
When she gazed upon him, something unfamiliar stirred within the Princess. Even though she was repulsed by everything he represented, without even knowing who he was, she found herself overcome with new emotions. What’s worse is that, as a virgin, the Princess was unacquainted with these feelings.
Oh sure, she’d had her share of suitors over the years – all of them utterly forgettable. Most of them were dull sons of even duller families and certainly none of them had caused the ardor in her that this stranger did. He hadn’t even spoken a word to her but communicated more by his mere presence than one thousand of finest royal lads in all the lands. She knew it was wrong to feel the things she felt, especially with her father’s kingdom in peril but she found herself unable to control her thoughts and, her desires.
Worst of all, his appearance had triggered a disconcerting wetness between her thighs. She pressed her legs together when the first hint of it hit her. She was surprised at how sensitive, and how very wet; her pussy had gotten just at the sight of him. The pressure of her firm thighs compressed against the lips of her swollen core sent chills through her nubile body.
She only hoped he hadn’t noticed…Gabrielle Demonico