Living a quiet life in a remote village, Roland does not expect the arrival of the powerful warrior, Magnus, who speaks of fates and prophecies. Surely Roland can't be the lost royal prince who is destined to slay the evil sorcerer, Veronious, with a legendary sword. Roland doesn';t even know how to wield a sword.<br /><br />When Roland's identity is confirmed and danger nears, he flees with Magnus, who trains him for battle by day and teaches him passion by night.<br /><br />Just as Roland finds the legendary sword, Veronious learns Roland is the lost prince and casts a curse on him. The beautiful prince falls into a deep sleep, not to stir for a hundred years ... unless he is awakened by true love's kiss.

Waking the Prince

“Holy mother of God, you are huge,” Roland said, gasping.


Magnus merely chuckled and smoothed his big hands over Roland’s buttocks. “And you are tight beyond my wildest dreams. Are you ready for me to move?”


Fingers curved over his hips and Magnus began to pull back, then push forward. He thrust like this over and over, pounding into Roland’s ass, his balls slapping loudly in the quiet dwelling. Once the initial sting wore off, Magnus joining with him felt extraordinary, especially in combination with his own hand rubbing his cock.


Prior to being with Magnus he’d never touched himself nor really thought much about sex in general. Meeting Magnus and being attracted to him had opened his eyes. There were complications with wanting men, but if it felt this good, Roland would deal with those complications.


Chapter 13