thinking about jealous and possessive knights this fine sunday night. knights who shadow over their prince at balls and stare daggers at any potential suitors its prince talks to with the prince is none the wiser
oh to serve a bratty prince(ss) who knows i will do whatever they request of me. there is no need for manners or asking nicely when it is my duty and honor to please them
need to get wine drunk. need to be spilling over my words. need to be swaying. need to be falling over. need my knight to take care of me. need him to help me change. need him to swallow hard at my body. need him to give in. 💛💛💛
constantly poking and prodding, pushing yourself against them, knowing they don't have the privilege of pushing back
bending over and wearing more and more revealing clothing to only receive a gritted, terse scolding with all the sincerity of a haughty nobleman
the way your knight visibly shakes and sweats as you run your hands down their armor, their fists balled so tightly to prevent any reciprocation, the need to back away but the desperate want to submit and fufill
"Come now, sweet Knight... Surely just a little wouldn't hurt? 💛~"
the real question is should i show off for my knights publicly? slip off my expensive robes and toy with myself a little? would any knight be interested...? am i muted....?
if anyone wants to leave icky and mean thr3ats in my dms i would toooootally not respond or anything... deeeeefinitly not if you sent me detailed plans or anything...
sneaking into my room late at night, marveling at how soft my skin looks while i'm tangled up in the covers. unable to resist the urge to touch and pet and caress, but i don't stir much. spreading my legs and gently sliding off those small useless panties before having a taste. a little taste, you tell yourself before being unable to control yourself and eating me out like a man starved. my legs are shaking uncontrollably, my hips twitching as i pant and whine in my sleep. cumming hard and waking up confused and sweaty and oh so aroused. confused mumbling before laying back down and spreading my legs, unaware that's just an invitation to take what you want <3
Your kingdom had been at battle for ten years now, starting when you were but a child, you didn't know why or how it started, but the war with the neighbouring kingdom had been long and bloody. The enemy had cut swathes of land apart until they were finally at your door.
A general entered the throne room, where you stood as the last member of the royal family left in the kingdom. Your mother had fled to her home nation, your father cut down in battle, sisters had gone with marriages elsewhere or with your mother.
You, the crown prince, remained. You held your head high as you were surrounded by the filthy animals that had taken your land.
These wolf warriors, as they were known in their own kingdom, with their foul Lupine Lord were not justified in what they did, in battling your people over false claims.
You snarled and snapped when they came too close, but otherwise didn't move. You were their captive already, they had no right to touch you.
Then, their King entered. They all fell onto one knee as he swept into the room.
His dark eyes drank you in, and he approached you without fear, markings along his face indicative of his fur markings when he transformed. It was an unsightly thought, that a man could shift his skin into that of an animal's.
He showed no fear as he drew close to you, taking hold of your face in one of his large, calloused hands. You thrashed and tried to hit him, but he took hold of your hand when you tried to strike him.
"You will be my bride, and we will end this war now. No more blood need be shed because your people are pelt hunters." He commanded. You felt your blood drain from your face. Forced marriage? Yes, it would save your people, but you didn't want to be his bed warmer...
He growled lowly, and you felt yourself whine in response, his hand tightening around your throat.
"We will be married now, in the way of my people, meaning you'll be bound to me. We will have a public ceremony later." He instructed, and the warriors and generals around you whistled and hooted in their lewd, filthy joy as their king pushed you towards the throne, your father's throne, the throne that would have been yours.
They'd all watch as he took your virginity right there. You kicked as he tugged at your trousers, exposing your cunt to the cool air of the room.
The watchers howled with excitement. The king grinned wolfishly, not having known you were able to bear his children. He wouldn't even need to make the effort to prep you. You thrashed in his grip as he gripped your hair and bent you over the arm of the throne, your hands gripping at the other arm to prevent your face being smashed against the wood as he began to rub at your cocklet, the sensation of pleasure making you gasp and arch up instinctively, not expecting such a feeling to be caused by someone else. It felt different to when you rubbed yourself in the darkest hours of the night.
He then brushed something large and hot against your thigh, smearing wetness against you as you began to fight again.
Then, his thick, hot cockhead pressed into your untouched cunt, sheathing every last inch into you without waiting for your body to adjust to the invasion. You cried out as the tip kissed something deep inside of you, and as the king began to move inside of you, leaning down to huff against your throat.
"You're so fucking tight, my prince. You're going to bear me a whole litter of pups, and you're going to love it. I can tell already, your cunt is so desperate that you're dripping with need already." He taunted, before humping into you roughly, the soldiers jeering, some of them rubbing their cocks as they watched you.
The sounds being forced out of your slutty body embarrassed you, because you sounded so desperate for the way the king was using you. He was pressing against everything inside of you, and your traitorous body was loving it. You could feel something building inside of you as he continued drilling you.
Something began to swell at the base of his cock when it pressed into your cunt. Your eyes went wide as you realised the rumours that their cocks were wolfish... were entirely true. And you were going to hang off of his knot like a common bitch.
You began to fight again, trying to break free, which just made him moan and growl against you, and his cock throb and feel bigger as he pounded you harder.
"That's it, fight back, makes you go so tight on my cock." He taunted, before something inside of you gave way, and your whole body tightened up as you came on his thick, invading cock, which in turn caused his knot to be pressed deep inside of you and swell up, locking his cock inside of you, the tip pressed against something deep within - your cervix - as he began to pump you full of his thick, hot cum, spurt after spurt of his potent seed ensuring that you'd bear his heirs.
The kingdom was taken.
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I'm such a slut for knights. Rugged and chronically tired looking. A face hidden behind a helmet until they tilt it up and I see the graces of their jaw and lips. They're so much bigger than I am in practically every aspect, after all I am simply a sheltered prince. They could hold me against a wall and I would be simply powerless, as well as extremely wet.