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Prince who is given a merman as a gift by a potential suitor but instead of being all bashful and impressed over the suitor’s ability to capture such an elusive creature he’s hypnotized by the glimmer of the scales and the sharpness of the teeth
And he seems a bit paler in the morning, a bit shaky, wearing a high collar and long sleeves, but happy in his refusal of the suitor, but acceptance of the gift
Is it just me, or does the water in the merman’s tank look a bit… pink?
"You are... quite the creature," the prince mutters as he looks into the merman's tank. It's a small tank, far too small for the creature, practically the size of his - albeit royal - bathtub.
The merman stares out through the grate that covers the top of the tank, webbed claws gripping it. The rest of him floats solemnly in the saltwater, thick blue-black tail almost bunched up, hair like spilled ink, spines down his back and excess fins on his hips and forearms. Its eyes stare out through the grate, through the glass, at the human man, staring but not accusatory.
"You're far from the ocean now," the prince says. "I... don't know if I'll be able to get you back. But I can at least do this." He steps forward, holding out the key, and unlocks the grate, swinging it open.
Slowly, the merman sits up in the tank. The water barely comes up to its chest. Fins protrude from the sides of his head, black and blue, and scales decorate his face like oceanic freckles. Then, he reaches out a hand, ashen brown skin transitioning to black around the clawed fingertips. The prince delicately offers his own hand. The merman's skin is clammy and cool, but not uncomfortable.
The merman feels the prince's skin for a long while, feeling at his nails, his knuckles, the fabric of his white shirt. Then he tugs the prince closer, who softly gasps. They can feel each other's breaths. The prince finds himself enamored with the merman's pale eyes. He feels his face growing hot, and arousal rising deep inside him.
The merman's eyes glance downward, and his thin lips for a sweet, almost teasing, smile.
"You were given to me by a potential suitor," the prince breathes. "But... I think I'll reject them. Reject them... but keep you. At least until I can find a way to get you back to the ocean. Agreeable?"
The merman nods curtly, still smiling. It glances down at the prince's groin again. The prince swallows. He tenderly pulls his hand from the merman's grasp. Then, after locking the door, begins to unbutton his clothing.
The merman's gaze grows ever curious and eager as the prince reveals himself, and steps into the cold saltwater. It drags him down to sit against the edge, almost looming over him.
Some mixture of fear and excitement rushes the prince as the merman grabs his hair to tilt his head back. He shudders as a long tongue is slid across his clavicle. His hands fumble for a grip on the clammy skin of the merfolk between his legs, pressing against him. His hips jerk and a cut-short cry leaves his lips as the merman's teeth sink into the soft flesh of his upper shoulder. His nails dig into firm scaly skin. He feels a pressure between his legs; the merman's own length, revealed from its hiding place and as eager as the prince's.
The merman's mouth pulls away from the prince's shoulder, blood-tainted and smiling. The creature adjusts itself, and pushes into the prince. His Highness gasps and breathes deep, moaning, pressing himself against the metal and glass tank.
Teeth sink into another place on his shoulder, causing a sharp cry. The prince gasps and struggles, whining at the length inside him, willing it to move. Instead, the merman's teeth sink into the prince's bicep, and its claws dig into his thighs. The water begins to cloud red. The prince's arousal grows with the pain.
Finally, the merman pulls away, admiring his work. Below him, the prince mutters, "What are you waiting for?"
I used to spend a lot of time and energy in evil spells to corrupt the minds of virtuous knights, but to be quite honest, most of the time you just need to whisper in their ear and pull their hair a little.
Tell me about it, sis. I was hesitant about coming so far inland at first - figured I'd be at a disadvantage without my siren song, you know - but I didn't even need it. Such a pretty knight fell in my lap right away. And he has so much hair I can pull. dreamy sigh
A lot of royalty kink hinges on a sub royal and/or dombreaking a royal. But anyway, the royal ends up being taken down a peg.
And don't get me wrong, I LOVE that. But consider:
I am your prince and you answer only to me. When I say suck, you suck. When i say bend over, the only acceptable question is pants on or off
I am sitting on the throne. You are lucky to be allowed to rut against my boots like a stupid dog. They are fine leather. Better clean up your mess, pup. Touch anything besides my boots and I'm kicking you out
I call the shots in bed. It's my bed after all. If I want a nice wet hole to sink into, you'll just have to sit and take it. I don't care that you usually top. I can't be bothered to have my ass sore. I want something to stick my cock into. Either obey your prince and get fucked or spend the rest of your days in a cell. You decide
The only one getting fucked against a tree on the hunting trip is you. My loyal little blood hound, my perfect knight. Getting dirty and roughed up is beneath me so you better spread your cape under my feet and lean against the tree so I can stand on fine fabric and just rut into you without having to hold you up. You're a fun little distraction out here
I am on hiatus rn but an irl friend just made me aware of this and I need all of my medievalblr friends to know about it immediately? Dear god in heaven this is surely the movie we've all been waiting for
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