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I'm princess Sophie of France born in Versailles the 27 july of the year 1734. Sixth of the king familly. Everyone has always thought that i was reserved and shy ... but the truth is never the one that we think, maybe i can tell the truth about it another time. This is not the topic of my correspondance today.

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The Beast of Gevaudan is an animal behind a series of attacks against humans occurred between 30 June 1764 and 19 June 1767. These attacks, often fatal, between 88-124 identified according to sources, took place mainly in the north of the former country of Gevaudan.
From 1764 to 1767, two animals (one identified as a large wolf, the other as a canine resembling the wolf) were slaughtered. The big wolf was shot by François Antoine holder musket king of France, in September 1765 on the field of the royal abbey of Chazes. From this date, the newspapers and the court lost interest of Gevaudan, although other deaths attributed to the Beast were deplored later. The second animal was killed by Jean Chastel, native son lives in La Besseyre-Saint-Mary, 19 June 1767. According to tradition, the animal was killed by Chastel well as the Beast of Gevaudan, after that date, no more death was attributed to it.

Of course the official version makes no mention of my visit in order of my father King Louis XV during the winter in the year 1767. All had failed, the Denneval, Antoine's and other prayers. The honor of the King was at stake if he had decided to do away with the beast so it should be done.
The weather was not conducive to starting. It was already snowing on the capital when I set foot in the country carriage. This was of course only temporary and for the parade. Once away from the last Parisian faubours i put the saddle on my mare Anna.

Along the way, through a village without a barrier or even a wall, you enter a new world. Miserable roads of Catalonia where i recently made a trip, you get a beautiful floor made with the strength and generosity that distinguish the highways of France, instead of beds torrents, you have well-built bridges and a wilderness, desert and poor, we are transported to the field of culture and progress.

After several months, we arrived in the evening to Mende. I was welcome by François Antoine. It was arquebus holder of King Louis XV, lieutenant and inspector hunts in the forest of the Harbour of Saint-Germain-en-Laye. It was also great wolf-knight of the realm and of the Order of Saint Louis. He came with his third son, Robert-François Antoine de Beauterne said Quentin, born June 26, 1748, holders of the musket and dolphin watchdog guarding the king. He had acquired the name of land Beauterne regardless of any family heirloom. He came from Agen and I must say he was very attractive. However, he was very yound and that was disconcert me a few moments.

We set out in the separate next day.Jean-Baptiste Marino, Earl of Moncan, Marshal of the King's armies and military governor of Languedoc preapred groups for the beat and distribute teams of hunters. As daughter of the king and having no order to receive I decided to go along with the sergeant and two guards.

On the second day when we leave the camp at dawn we hear the sound of the horn. The animal was killed, it was time for us to return to the city. We take a different way back. We settled down near of some ruins of what appeared to be a beautiful home. Tired by this journey I fell asleep as soon.

Cries woke me. I seized my sword but as soon was projected without knowing by what at several meters. In front of me lay the already eviscerated two guards. The sergeant was facing an unamed monster. I was trembling but i dealt a blow to the beast, it scratch my legs and swept me like a twig. There were only me and her. I felt his foul breath against me, she would undoubtedly finish my exitence when suddenly I saw a crossbow bolts pierce her abdomen. I fainted under the weight of the body collapsed on me.

Dawn was breaking when i opened my eyes. I still had pain in my legs but some things was kneaded me. I see Quentin. This is probably the animal fear, I had approach the death so near. The desire to live was so strong and this provoked me to caress her cheek when I recover. He did the same.
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We was tired. He took off my clothes soft and come on me to rest. I have already my chainmail for the fight.
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He remove his boxer and put me on the back. I stroke his lovely check. He was so strong.
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The heat come in me, on me, inside me, slowly. I put him on his back and i put my little pussy on his mouth. He was so young i don't know if he can satisfy me.
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But i already understand when he began to visit my little enter. I realise that the beast had torn me my clothes but i have my head somewhere else. I become crazy ...
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I make him stand up and i taste his manhood. The taste was strong. He felt the male, strength and fear.
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He pulled me on him and began to fondle my pussy.
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Finaly i impaled on his strong cock. It was so hard so good after all this days of fear. Our tongues mingled.
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The old stones still remember his jerk.
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While i takke control of him i seemed to hear the noise, I slowed the pace of my sex on his own.
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But it was nothing and i take him depper into me.
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He lay down beside me. I ask him to come but he whispered to me that as a princess he couldn't honor him me normally. I was intrigued. I thought about these practices that the church condemning but I refused to believe him capable of ... when suddenly I felt his cock pressing my ass.
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I began to cry. Things that i can't do that, it's not possible. but on every word i said he plunged into me deeper.
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At this moment i cry like never. I think i cry like the beast of Guevaudan at this time. It was so hard, so painful that tears were beginning to flow.
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But more he came more i like it. It was so strange and pleasurable.
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I squirt and he come over me. We was crying together like animals.
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I was so tired at this time i sleep quickly? When i wake up i was alone. I think he gone. He was affraid and ashamed by all of this.
I took my dress and came back to Mende and to Paris to report to my father that the beast was realy dead at this time.


Note : This story is purely fictitious and only borrowed the names of historical figures.

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Erotic Stories / Re: Aventures of a princess - Mission to turkey
« on: August 05, 2013, 12:36:35 PM »
Very lovely story.
Thanks Gossop.
I hope to meet you
Kisses
Thanks Florise but i think we meet already :)

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Erotic Stories / Re: Aventures of a princess - Mission to turkey
« on: August 05, 2013, 12:35:52 PM »
A lovely visual story. I hope you do more.

Well done. Thank you for sharing and  having the courage to post.  I always admire none native English speakers  telling their stories and hope it will encourage more to do so.

I enjoyed it very much.

Thanks Brandybee. I made my best.

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Erotic Stories / Re: Aventures of a princess - Mission to turkey
« on: August 05, 2013, 12:34:53 PM »
Well, Gossop....tanks for sharing this story with us and......weeeellllll....thanks to you for giving me a nice idea! something you all gonna know after i talk with my fellow mods Lover and Brandy!

And please....share more with us!   :-*
Thanks Hentai. Whats the idea ? :) Historic erotic story ? Maybe i write another mission if you like this one.

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Erotic Stories / Re: Aventures of a princess - Mission to turkey
« on: July 28, 2013, 04:04:39 AM »
Thank you Lover. Maybe antoher mission for the princess maybe  ;)

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I'm princess Sophie of France. Sixth of the king familly. Everyone has always thought that i was reserved and shy ... but the truth is never the one that we think, maybe i can tell the truth about it another time. This is not the topic of my correspondance today.

One day my father ask me to go to Constantinople. The mission was not easy. The Sultan Mustafa III was at the head of Ottoman Empire since ten years and at this time twilight of the empire had never been so close ...

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The route takes me to the the predicted decline in the power of the Turks - Vienna, capital of Austria strong in Edirne, the second capital of an empire weakened bases. Some countries (Hungary, Serbia, Romania, Bulgaria ...) taking advantage of this weakness join forces to resist and manage to emancipate itself from Ottoman rule.
The military and technical advances gained through Europe is at the service of the people and is crucial in this process of release, despite the recognition of Turkish combat bravery. The Austrians soon will cross the Danube, a border accepted by both sides now.
Voyage is an unusual way. By land because the Danube is frozen. The harsh winter makes crossed dangerous, because of poverty and famine country that embraces both the peasants of these campaigns as wild beasts that roam there. The fear comes equipped with the traveler. Fear not armed (the winter break suspend hostilities on both sides) but the bands of brigands lawless.
The plague remains endemic in these devastated regions helps to give Islam a frightening aspect. I want to be reassuring when i discusse this common scourge in Europe poor: the disease she says is not as widespread. This is a misconception, spread by travel writers alarming to misinform their readers for obvious political reasons.

In the early 18th century, the diplomatic language used in treaties and negotiations between nations is French. But the Sultan's Palace, the Sublime Porte, only the Osmanli, the language of Turkish power, is allowed. Hence the need for foreigners to be used in the discussion and debates, drogmans recruited in the Greek population. Another difficulty hinders the good relations between the entourage of the Sultan and the foreign ambassadors strict protocol, complicated and slow political talks. Participants communicate through Greek interpreters, visitors are disarmed and must be clothed in a robe that is the traditional costume of the court.

I will not bore you with a relation of our tedious journey, but I must not omit what I saw remarkable in Constantinople, one of the most beautiful cities of the Turkish Empire, famous for its hot baths are frequented both pleasure and health. I stopped there one day with the intention of seeing. With the intention to go incognito there, I hired a Turkish coach. These cars do not look like ours, they are much more convenient for the country, because the heat is so great that the ice would be very annoying. They are made exactly like the Dutch cars with wooden lattice, painted and gilded interior is painted and decorated with baskets of flowers, usually interspersed with small poetic exchange. They are all covered with scarlet cloth, lined with silk, often richly embroidered and fringed. This drapery completely hides the people inside, but we can remove at will and ladies watch without being seen by the lattice. These cars hold four people very comfortably seated on cushions, but not standing.
This is covered in one of these cars I was in the bath at about ten o'clock in the morning. It was already full of women.
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I admit all of this make me strange. Never i can feel the body heat like that. From that day I returned all returned.


I think all this was the cause of what followed.
It was not until I returned to the hotel and followed me all my followers that I was in contact with my interpreter, significant of the city of Carthage. The first contact was disturbing. I obviously crossed individuals dyed tanned but this one brought me to my lowest instints without it possible for me to reason with me. All this disappeared when we began to talk about crucile next day. But in the night I was horrified when I woke up, hand on a princess never had to put it ...

The next day accompanied by my care and my interpreter we entered without problems in the Sultan's court. As representante the king and in addition to my blood Sultan quickly gave us a private audiance. From this moment I'm obviously not allowed to tell you the source and destination of our interviews. We were there to Chaterine II the Great of Russia. After transmitting the wishes of my fathers, mustafa third handed us a letter and we asked leave. In his own way of looking at me I blushed for a moment but he looked down at the moment. My mission is finished it was time for me to return to my people.


I had to leave the next day. My interpreter Jondas asked me if I wished to relax me on his fields, on the bosphore sea. I had a moment of hesitation. I began to think back to the night before. But it was not possible for me to refuse hospitality. And it was not displease me to tell the truth. My mission was complete and i wished to spend the rest of the day outside the protocol. I ordered my guard to wait me at the hotel.

I learned from that moment to know Jondas. Charming, funny, sensitive, I was very quickly under his spell. I knew all this madness but when he kissed me I knew that I will no longer control myself. As of this moment my reason forsook me. I found myself almost naked in his hands. He decided to explore myself.
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I do not know what happened to me. I was no longer myself. I experienced ecstasy. Then he started on me and on my breasts.
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He then put me on the back and put his ready member of my sex. I was crazy. I asked him to introduce slowly. He did. Gently. I started to push a little cry. He was big.
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Once accustomed I put my legs in the air to get better. And i ask him to kiss me.
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I have no notion of time. I just know that it was intense, he then put me on the side to rest.
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It made ​​me so enjoy that I do not know where I was
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All I know is that his impious semance filled me deeper.
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When I regained consciousness, he was beside me trembling. He humiliated a princess. He knew that death was not far away. I kissed him.

I will never see him again I was escorted to my hotel and left an account of my mission my father.

Thanks to :
Google translate
Historians ...
Lady Montagu
No thanks to :
My english

Note : This story is purely fictitious and only borrowed the names of historical figures

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FAQ / Re: How do you take pictures while in a room?
« on: July 26, 2013, 10:12:17 AM »
Thanks a lot Lover !
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Succeded thanks  :)

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FAQ / Re: How do you take pictures while in a room?
« on: July 26, 2013, 09:55:46 AM »
Hello everybody,

Can we post history with pictures on the forum ? We are limited on pics ? Were can i post this stories ?

Kiss !

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Events / Re: Secret Summer
« on: July 17, 2013, 01:17:43 PM »
Hi, it s difficult to find partner present at the same time !

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Events / Re: Secret Summer
« on: July 11, 2013, 03:11:35 PM »
I m in GosSop

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