The love swamp #fairytales
It was an appointment organized by our two families
I was a crown prince of a big family but she was a commoner of a new rich family.
My family had chosen her as much for the wealth of her parents but also to renew the genetic heritage of us.
Too many noble marriages had weakened us.
I did not want to go because I loved my life as a prince and good party that attracted me the most sexy females.
But under the menace of seeing me cut off my life and be banish of the family cesspool, I agreed to at least meet her, in the hope that she would refuse to take me as a mate.
The meeting was to be in a swampy marsh teeming with insects where we had to spend a whole day alone in a den of land called a nest of love.
This tourist trap was far from the princely garden I had always inhabited.
And when I got there it was even worse because the smell of swamp was so strong that I could barely breathe. It reminded me of a frightful brothel where my uncle had brought me to meet prostitutes.
Of course this smell was supposed to be an aphrodisiac and help to train young couples.
As soon as I arrived, I drove to the den where my future? was waiting for me … I hoped that it would be my future next and not my future ex.
I was introduced to her and she was horrible scum with her huge big mouth, her protruding eyes and her dirty green complexion more suited to camouflage than to beauty.
From the outset I meant my little desire to find myself here in a trap with a couple with an unknown low extraction.
She answered me, defiantly, you really think I wanted to come here while her friends and not her went for a Targ safari.
I was impressed because she was brilliant and chased the Targ, a giant poisonous insect that had killed more than one hunter emeritus.
We exchanged banalities for the rest of the day and unlike my serial conquests she had an interesting life and she was doing things forbidden to a prince who is keen on his reputation.
She had even made a week-long expedition with her mother to the heart of the great Aktilakan marsh to catch rare insects and even had Xiltix, a rare and tasty insect that I had tasted only once. in a royal banquet in a tiny quiche with a mix of various insects.
As soon as I told her about this banquet she asked me if I had met the king before. Of course I told her because my family is invited to his banquets and once a year I have to certify my fidelity by kissing his royal foot ring.
Fatal error because now I became interesting and she bombarded me with question about the kingship and my plan to make her give up this marriage, risked falling.
So I began to give her the most sordid details about high society but instead of being nauseated she asked me more details and when they were more salacious plus she literally drank my words.
We were interrupted by the dinner that was served to us on a coffee table in a single common dish.
It was supposed to favor the contacts between the guests but I did not want to touch them too much and ate only a little , while she ate all of a good appetite.
Such an appetite meant above all that she would be a serial hen and that if I became her male I would quickly be surrounded by a slew of slobbering tadpoles, ruining my life but to the delight of my parents.
At dessert we were served three roasted Torks in the same dish. She devoured hers quickly and as I hesitated to touch mine she grabbed it and took it to her mouth thanks to her long prehensile tongue. I was stunned because I had never seen such a long tongue or a female with enough tops to use it in front of me during a meal.
So quickly I used mine to catch the last Tork but she had preceded me and our tongues touched instead of catching dessert.
Our tongues were stuck together and it was a very humiliating moment for both of us because such contact was considered a preliminary for reproductive mating.
We separated our languages a little too violently and mine was painful but a sensual pain, I was ashamed.
Her reaction was worse because her goitre turned black with shame and she quickly turned to hide it.
And in horror I saw her terrible pustules, proof that she had had so many dangerous diseases and even the terrible swamp fever, in addition to a sting of Targ.
If she had survived such terrible diseases and even the venom of Targ she must have a very strong constitution.
My instinct as a male told me that I should not let slip a female as strong, beautiful and especially healthy that would give me a strong and vigorous descent.
My plan to get rid of her seemed to work because she was slowly leaving the lair sign that she was too ashamed to look at me and refuse to take me for spawner.
But my instinct had other plans and I began to sing my most deep croak in my life, the one that should only be used with his spouse.
I was amazed myself and I did not see her turn around and jump on me and our tongues got tangled up again and I had no strength to separate them and our contact became so intimate that has laid eggs which for my misfortune I fertilized on the field without thinking about it.
According to our laws, I became their official father to the delight of my parents who saw their wildest hopes come true. The family playboy was becoming a father.
A big change in my life which, despite everything, I never had to regret because I had found my soul mate for all my life and a healthy offspring that was the envy of many other princes toads.
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