Assassin turned Knight

it'd be improper ♡

[assassins-need]

hello! i am Lilac.

this is a page for me to speak of my yearnings.

i am bodily twenty years old, so please, minors must stay away.

i use it/its pronouns, and i present in a femme way.

i have a princess already, so other princesses in need must look elsewhere.

i will be posting things regarding assassin!reader x princess, knight!reader x princess, and the like.

[assassins-need]

thinking of her, laid out all pretty on her princess bed, and myself, stealing glances full of hunger and desire from her doorway. retreating to my quarters when my shift ends, pulling my heavy armor from my body and hanging my up bow. stripping nude, climbing into my own bed, my hand finds it's way to my damp nethers, and begin to work the fine motions that should have my princess's back arching. picturing with my mind's eye, how she would look sat in my lap as my fingers delve into her, the brutal hands that will kill for my Majesty's safety at a moment's notice, now oh so delicately handling the most precious parts of her. imagining the feeling of her squirming atop me, my ministrations driving her ever more mad with desire and need... her voice getting louder, blessing my ears with the divine sound of her pleasure. i groan, my own pleasure jumping forward and breaking my imagination, my aching sex now soaked with desire. so improper, a princess's most prized protector, her finest knight, picturing the most depraved things with its Liege. Alas, I continue, my hips thrusting against my hand, until I am finally blessed with the rush of euphoria, my body releasing so much energy into orgasm. but it isn't enough. it never will be. my need burns within me just the same.

[assassins-need]

it feels so wrong being so far from my princess. to go from by her side every waking moment, to hundreds of kilometres away, is so so wrong. i miss her. however, sleeping on the phone with her is nice regardless.

[assassins-need]

the thought of kneeling before her to give her exactly what she needs.

the idea of kneeling before her to help her release the tension that boils within her.

the thought of delving into her with my tongue. i am simply following the orders my princess gives me.

to be told by my liege to forget myself, to drop my duties and take her as i please, to then unleash my own tension and take her as my own

the dream of making her cry out my name as her back arches and her body convulses under me. of leaving her breathless from the work of my tongue.

the endless fantasy of serving her beyond her wildest dreams, the idea of treating my princess with the utmost care, after all, i am her guard. so i must help her in any way she needs.

[assassins-need]

being sent by my officers to take down the princess of an enemy kingdom, only to find her and fall before her.

befriending this princess and running away with her from two corrupt regimes, spending every day and night together

sleeping alongside her highness on the forest floor, sleep light to guard her and protect her

drawing my bow against the slightest of sounds, ready to lay down my life for my liege

falling asleep against her after she wakes, the treacherous night having drained me dry of strength.

waking up to my head in my princess's lapel, my face flushing and my heart racing. rising and pulling away, stammering profuse apologies to my princess.

hearing her call me her warrior, my need beginning to spark within me. the crushing weight of desire filling my body with a heat i have never known

guarding her in her sleep, bow in hand with piercing arrow knocked, gazing upon her beautiful sleeping form. even away from her castle, away from her home, her beauty remains. my desire only grows, the heat burning within me.

foraging with her through the vast forest, feeling shame for the desire that i feel betwixt my legs

it is only a matter of time before my resolve breaks and i kneel before my princess, craving the most unsavoury things and begging for her forgiveness for my unknightly behavior.