Green Bush Erotica Volume 4
Green Bush Erotica
Volume 4
by Elliot Silvestri
Collection copyright 2013 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
Table of Contents
The Troll’s Trollop
Table of Contents
Chapter One ….where we are introduced to our characters
Chapter Two….where Romina confronts an uncomfortable problem
Chapter Three….where an awkward stone call is made
Chapter Four….where Romina entertains two men
Chapter Five….where Romina’s libido is no longer under her control
Chapter Six…where a verbal dressing down from her father is voiced
Chapter Seven….where more of the Weeping Rose is revealed
Chapter Eight….where Romina shows her skills with toys
Chapter Nine….where childbirth is more difficult than it seems
Chapter Ten…where a arduous journey is undertaken
Chapter Eleven….where a new decoration is ordered
Chapter Twelve….where a visitor is received
Chapter One
It was long tradition that the night before her formal betrothal the princess to be wed would spend the night locked in the tower of the northern keep guarded by her husband to be. It was an ancient tradition where the first king of Pridania spirited away his beloved from her homeland—the king’s family’s long-standing enemy—and locked her in his castle’s tower to keep her safe from her father’s army. The alternate version of the story is he abducted and raped the daughter of his family’s rivals and kept her locked in his tower as she produced five sons and three daughters during the next twenty years. The version of the story believed largely depended on one’s birthplace: west of the River Ardo believed the first version, east of the River claimed the second version to be true. The actual truth was lost to history, but the tradition for the men of the Pridan family remained.
The minor prince Dev waited at the base of the tower outside the heavy wooden door with two of his men at arms. The three of them were hardly an army, or even a decent guard, but it was just a ritual that was observed for tradition. His men had even taken the tradition of drinking wine while they waited for the midnight bell whereupon Dev would scale the tower stairs and take his bride to start their ritual betrothal.
Ven and Ord were already drunk, laughing and joking at Dev having to wait to take the maidenhead of his bride to be. When Ven made that statement, Dev snorted in response.
“Her maidenhead is long gone,” he commented with a grin.
“Oh ho, and you took it I suppose?” Ord asked. He was swaying back and forth slightly as if fighting a steady breeze.
“That’s what she told me...but she certainly didn’t behave like a maiden when I penetrated her.” Dev couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Theirs hadn’t been a long courtship, but it had been intense. The princess did not come to the relationship a virgin, of that Dev was sure. He didn’t care the least of her history; he wasn’t interested in an innocent girl for a wife, he wanted a hussy who could match his drive.
“Bit of a trollop, is she?” Ven leered.
“Not a bit,” Dev said. “She’s a pure trollop.”
The other two burst out laughing at the braggadocio he used to display his wife-to-be’s libido.
“And what would her father say about that?” Ord asked.
Dev lifted an eyebrow and looked out the corner of his eye at his loyal retainer. “I asked him about that. He said he was glad to marry her off, nothing but trouble since the day she was born, he was half worried he was going to half to ship her off to the ...