Hello everyone this is the start of my first erotic story containing elements of fantasy and other fun things I decide to experiment with. This is the prologue and it doesn’t contain any sexy stuff, however part 1 should come out right after this and it will contain some sexy stuff so stay tuned!
My life has always been eventful, I was born to a Nobel family, my father the king of all Brittanica and my mother his queen and most trusted advisor. So as my parents only child I was always told I must find a suitable husband to be king, that my only worth was dressing pretty, parading in front of crowds and finding a man.
Though apparently the universe had other ideas for me. My mother recounts this next story like a horror story while my father almost seems to finally show some pride in me when recounting this story to his many friends. It was a beautiful summer afternoon and I had been stuck inside taking etiquette lessons from the head maid all day. I so desperately wanted to go outside and I hated the lessons so much. The head maid finally had finished scolding me on using the improper fork when I finally lost my cool and screamed at her in a fit of rage… Only that wasn’t the only thing that happened. Apparently I ended up shooting a blast of pure magical energy out of my hands that burnt a hole into the depressing grey stone wall of the castle.
From then on out I was given a magic tutor aswell, and apparently I was a prodigy! Something about long dorment magic in my families blood. For the next 13 years I spent every waking moment practicing, learning, inventing and using magic. I had become so good at it that on my eighteenth birthday my magic teacher stepped down from his position and proclaimed that I had become a master in the arcane arts.
The title of master of arcane arts got me nowhere at all with my parents though, my father now saw me as a weapon and my mother saw me as a failure of a princess who would never be able to find a good man. The night of my eighteenth birthday we all got into a big fight that resulted in me storming off into my room and sulking for a good hour. As I lay in bed angrily thinking about my parents I decided to flip through the old book of spells my teacher had given me. I flipped to the back of the book where the most powerful and forbidden spells were written down. I decided if my parents wouldn’t see me for who I really am now, I’d just have to make them see with magic. I found the spell I was looking for, the most powerful spell in the whole book. A spell so powerful that the description of what it did was scribbled out and the instructions on how to do it in a different language. Luckily my parents made sure I knew multiple languages, it would help with negotiations they said.
I prepared the spell, drawing the runic spell circle on the floor of my room and lighting the candles around the circle. I began the chant. The room light up with a powerful shining red color as the floor where the circle was opened into another realm. A figure began to claw it’s way out of the hole in the floor. After a few moments the room went dark again, the floor closed up and everything was back to normal, with the addition of a figure standing over me in the room. As I looked up I felt shock shoot throughout my body. What had I done?
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