(Not my OCs, written with permission of the creator who wishes to remain anonymous. This is smut, an AU. Check the tags for the kinks, if you don't like it, don't read it. Minors DNI. I didn't thoroughly proof read this.)
Dawson was Mia's bodyguard. Her Majesty, Queen Mia Brexton, like all higher royalty, had powers, unlike the ruling minority, Dawson didn't. Why did someone so powerful and influential need a bodyguard who only has his body, armor, and weapons to protect her? He didn't know.
Her Majesty, Queen Mia had noticed him 5 years ago when he was training on the grounds of the castle, he was in a rather improper state of undress as he trained, his shirt off, sword in hand. Dawson was pale, he had unruly black hair and eyes as gray as the sky before a thunderstorm.
Dawson had always noticed the Queen. He was younger than her, so the first time he saw her in detail was when he was 18 and she was 21, her likeness in a newspaper (something he never bothered to read until he wanted to get into the world of becoming a knight). He'd seen her before, but nothing so close to how she actually looked, and nothing so physically close to him and readily available to the public. The way it was shaded made him believe she had brown skin, and when he saw her in person, it was confirmed.
Dawson was knighted by her, just a month after his training was complete he knelt before her, head bowed as the Queen's sword moved from shoulder to shoulder. "I knight thee, Sir Dawson" She kept speaking but he couldn't help but look up at her. Light to medium brown skin, dark brown, nearly black hair, the most vivid green eyes he'd ever seen, green tattoos swirling up the side of her neck. Her Majesty, Queen Mia, was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.
Dawson masturbated to the thought of her often.
The Queen was known to not take suitors, consorts, or anything like, she honed her powers and took care of her people, and that was all. Dawson got to see that every day after he was given his position, got to see how beautiful she was, brilliant she was.
In shame, he'd lay on his bed in his room, thinking of her as he pleased himself. Think of her hair over her shoulder, the tilt of her head, the curve of her neck as she filled out papers, think of the smoothness of her voice when she said "Sir Dawson," in the way only she could. He thought of getting to have her, getting to pleasure her.
Dawson was beyond aroused by her Majesty, Queen Mia, it nearly got in the way of his job.
He's been her bodyguard for 4 years now, he's cum to Mia filling his mind more times than he can count. It seemed like a day quite like any other, Queen Mia was at her desk, writing when she suddenly stopped, looking up to where he stood across the room, adored in armor. "Sir Dawson?" Mia asked softly.
"Yes, your Majesty." He dipped his head to her in respect.
"I'm thinking of having a consort." His stomach sank with her ink pen, it hitting the table as he set his determination on getting over his one-sided wanting. "Someone to keep me company in the night."
Mia looked over him, from head to toe, then back again. She made it very clear that he, her knight, was not to wear a helmet. She liked his face too much, if she could, she'd have him in simple, elegant cloth and nothing else. Her gaze was like oil, soon followed by a match.
"I want it to be you." She stood, her chair getting pushed back.
Dawson blinked at her. "I apologize, your Majesty, what?"
Mia walked across the room, towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder pauldron. He was so tall compared to her, so built. Dawson was about a foot taller than her, that said a lot seeing as she was 5ft 6.
"I need to have children, to carry on the bloodline, be sure the ones ruling have the powers to do so. I need a consort, and I want it to be you." Mia looked up, into his eyes which were looking over her face.
"W-why me, you're Majesty?" he stammered out, doing his best to keep composure.
"You're handsome, you're tall, you're a talented fighter, you seem to have a kind heart, and I can feel the way you look at me when we're alone, Sir Dawson." Mia's voice was like velvet, Dawson could feel himself getting aroused, it was so uncomfortable in his armor.
He swallowed. "I'd want to be your only consort, your Majesty." He already felt like he was asking for too much, just to be able to bed the Queen should be enough for anyone.
"Then that you will be, Sir Dawson." She turned her back to him, Dawson felt like he could breathe again. "Follow me to my room."
So he did. She walked quickly, her slightly heeled shoes sounding on the floor. She opened one of the large double doors to her room then quickly closed it behind Dawson.
Mia moved to stand before him, looking into his eyes. "I want you to breed me, sir Dawson. I need to have many children so our kingdom may keep having powerful rulers. Will you breed me, well and often?"
His armor was hurting him. "Yes, your Majesty, it would be my honor and pleasure."
"Will you have sex with me?" Mia’s eyes trailed on the straps of his armor, one of her hands following its path over his chest.
Dawson swallowed, looking down at her face, over her body, pausing at her corseted waist. "Yes, your Majesty."
She took his face in her hands and kissed him. He kissed her back, letting his hands move to her waist, humming into her lips, quickly deepening the kiss as his hands moved back to undo her corset.
It took what felt like too long to undress her to just her chemise, all of her layers of clothes left littered on the floor, a trail making their path to the bed, the back of Mia's thighs now hitting her mattress as she moaned into his lips, her hands fumbling to undo the leather straps of his plate armor.
She didn't get to undo his armor, instead, he picked her up, hands under her thighs, then tossed her onto the bed doffing the armor himself, much quicker than she thought possible. It still felt as though it took too long, but she got a show, and for the first time since Mia first saw him, she got to see what lay under his armor.
He was stronger now, his muscles more defined, she could see them even under the loose breathable shirt and trousers he wore. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside. Dawson now had scars littering his body, from battles, from training and she didn't know what else.
"Gods-" Mia breathed out, her gaze falling downwards to between his legs.
Dawson moved to be over her, not pinning her down, but keeping her in place just with him being in the way, over her, propped up with his arms. "Do you like what you see, your Majesty?"
She swallowed, nodding yes, bringing one hand up to cup the side of his face "I do, Sir Dawson."
He leaned down to brush their noses together, looking between her eyes, feeling blessed by the gods. Maybe one day he could earn her affections, not just lust.
"How may I please the Queen?" He kissed her once, their lips sticking together for a moment as he pulled away, so he kissed her again.
Mia couldn't help but smile, him asking her a question, then kissing her, being unable to answer because he was too infatuated with her "Have me, Sir Dawson."
So he did, pulling off her slip, Mia undoing his trousers, and undressing him, he slowly pushed into her. Mia moaned, her head falling back. She didn't expect it to hurt, but it did. Mia wanted him, badly, she was turned on, and wet, but he was so big that it still hurt.
"Sir Dawson-" she linked her legs around him, her heels pressing into his back.
Dawson was deep inside her and yet they still were using titles.
"Your Majesty," he moaned as he bottomed out. "My Queen-"
Dawson started to move, it took him a few moments to find a good rhythm. Mia already felt full, Dawson stretching her insides to what felt like their limit when she looked down she saw a bump from where his dick was, moving in and out of her, she felt like he was pressing everything in her closer together as he took up space.
"Your Majesty-" Dawson moaned into her neck, teeth dragging down her throat, his hands holding onto her waist hard, he might leave a bruise.
"Sir Dawson-" she cried out, holding onto his back, nails pressing into his skin, holding him as tightly as she could "harder- please!"
Like the loyal knight he is, he obliged. "Yes, my Queen."
The bed rocked into the wall, the bedposts dragging against the wooden floor. Hours passed, but before that Dawson came quickly the first time, too excited to be able to have his Queen, after the first time he was determined to make her cum as much as he could, again and again, not focus on himself.
Mia was fucked out of her mind "Dawson~" her eyes half-lidded, voice slightly slurred, she dropped his title after she came the... 8th time? The 10th? Her legs around him were much looser, she had clawed down his back but now her arms were loose around his neck. She was fully blissed out.
"My Queen..." he marked her neck. Part of his mind had snapped around 20 minutes ago, he'd marked her, her sides, her stomach, her chest, her hips, her thighs.
She moaned when marked, wrapping her arms around him more to hug his head to herself. "Dawson, Dawson-" was all she could manage.
"I can't stop-" he panted out, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her skin messily, his self-control breaking more, until it was just utterly shattered. "I'm sorry, My Queen, I can't-" he held her even tighter, as he came. "You feel so good, I've wanted- so long. Your Majesty."
Mia came a bit after him, now trembling, whining, not really being able to process his words but hearing his voice "Dawson, please-"
"I need you, more- more-" he moved faster, rougher, holding her tighter, bed scraping the floor, biting her until he feared she'd bleed.
"Breed me~" Mia moaned out as she came again, made too oversensitive by his persistent attentions on her, already more than sensitive before.
She passed out after a while, and still, he couldn't stop. Dawson kept marking her, making her cum, having her, cumming inside her until the sun rose. Mia woke to him cumming inside her moaning out "My Queen, I'm sorry-"
Mia moaned and hugged his head to herself, lazily looping her legs around him "Dawson~" her voice was broken, she needed water. "I'm so full..."
He made himself stop moving, he hadn't processed how much time had passed, how sore he felt, how many times he'd cum, that the sun was in the sky. Dawson rested some of his weight on her, putting his chin on her chest and looking up at her, whining softly. "I'm sorry, I need you- I- you're so beautiful, my Queen..."
She hushed him by kissing him, and he desperately deepened it, she moaned into his lips and he moaned back in return. She broke the kiss, her head swirling "You can have me when I'm sleeping, it's okay, Dawson." She kissed his nose, then closed her eyes, moaning softly again, feeling his cock twitch inside her at her words. "Keep going, we don't know for sure if I'm pregnant yet. Keep going." To her, this was just an excuse. She wanted him, she liked him. She also wanted to get pregnant.
They fucked until a ladies maid knocked on the door "Your Majesty?" She asked. It was Julika.
It took Mia a few moments to process the voice, and that that was why Dawson had stopped moving. "Yes?" She called out, locking her legs around him tighter, holding him closer.
Dawson hummed, moving his hips slowly again.
Julika didn't know what to do, not knowing how to act when she didn't have permission to come in. This never happened. "Um, your Majesty, it's time for you to get ready..."
Mia let her head fall back, Dawson marking up her neck, Mia moaning softly "Dawson~" not loud enough to be heard outside the room.
"Come back later." Mia called out "A few hours..."
"Yes, your Majesty." And Julika left.
They had finished together one more time before Mia made him stop, "Dawson, I know how much you want me, I need to get ready."
He whined, sounding pathetic as he pulled out, still holding her tightly, pressing his face into her shoulder. "My Queen..." He wanted to rut into her legs, grind into her bed, just hold her all day.
Mia sighed softly, affectionately, petting his hair "My poor knight, so infatuated. You poor poor thing."
He whined again, biting her skin softly. "My Queen, I'll calm down, my Queen." His voice was a bit whiny, but he began to take long deep breaths. moving to lay half on her, but his hips pressed into the bed, legs off to the side.
She laughed softly, sleepily "My knight, my Dawson." Mia kissed his head, running a hand through his hair. She'd have to play with him later, he was being too cute.
He whined, but slowly calmed down, nuzzling into her. "I should go." Dawson didn't want to go, internally he was pouting. He put his head on her chest and looked over her face, then he noticed all the marks he had left on her. Oops. "I need to get ready as well, I still have my job to do, your Majesty."
Mia hummed, looking over his face, at his arms around her. "Wear leather armor from now on." She kissed his nose. "I'll see you in my office at the beginning of your shift, Sir Dawson."
Mia's ladies maid raised a brow at the marks littering her body, Mia feeling heat rise to her cheeks in embarrassment. "It's nothing,"
Julika nodded. "Of course, your Majesty." Her words slathered in sarcasm, using makeup to cover the marks. She dressed her in a dress that covered more of her neck.
Dawson was standing at the doors before her office wearing deep brown leather armor, the same kind of loose breathable clothes he wore under his plate set under this one now.
Dawson watched Mia approach, the long skirt of her dress swishing, the way her eyes traced over him, top to bottom, then back up to his face. He opened the door for her, and she stepped in, looking back at him, smiling softly. "How was your breakfast, Sir Dawson?"
He wasn't expecting that. Did she really care or was it small talk? She'd never asked that before, but maybe before it wasn't appropriate but now it was? "It was fine, your Majesty."
Mia took a few long strides to her desk, turning around when she stood before it to look at him again.
The rest of the day was much the same as always, Mia worked, and Dawson was with her, guarding her. She had meetings, signed papers, and got reports on the goings on or relations with other countries.
That night was much the same as well. Until it wasn't. "Won't you walk me to my room, Sir Dawson?" They had wound up back in her office, as always, she stood from her desk, stretching, breathing out a sigh.
"Yes, your Majesty." He dipped his head to her, it felt respectful. Right.
They walked to her room together, and he opened the door for her. Mia stepped in, then hesitated. "Will you join me?" Her voice was soft, hesitant. "Not for... sex or anything, just... company tonight, I suppose."
It took Dawson a few long moments to process that. "Yes, my Queen." His heart was beating erratically in his chest, quick, he could feel the thrum of it in his ears.
Dawson could have nearly sworn he saw a twinge of red on her cheeks as she turned around, but he could have just imagined it.
"Now, undo my corset. I need to get changed." It didn't sound like her usual voice still, it was softer, nearly asking.
Dawson went and stood behind her, his hands on the lacing of her corset, only to slip his hands to her sides, then around Mia, hugging her waist, pressing flush to her, and tucking his face into her neck. It was uncomfortable to bed like this, but he didn't care. He let out a pleased hum into her skin.
"That's not undressing me, Dawson." Mia laughed out, leaning back into him.
He hummed in affirmation, kissing up her neck lightly, it was so light it was ticklish to Mia, she put her hands over his, laughing more at the kisses. Dawson picked her up, Mia kicked her legs, laughing louder, brighter. He walked them both over to the bed then flopped down, hugging her tighter to himself, closing his eyes.
Mia wriggled around in his arms so she could look at him, smiling at him, kissing over his face. "Fine, I'll undress myself." He smiled at her words, opening his eyes to read her expression.
"You're so beautiful, your Majesty." He mumbled, watching her slip out of his arms, looking away when she began to undress, occupying himself by taking off his armor.
She didn't respond, so it was quiet the rest of the time she was changing. Dawson kicked off his boots, getting comfortable. When Mia was done she joined him, laying beside him, Dawson wrapped his arms around her.
"Rest well, my Queen." He kissed her head.
"Goodnight, Dawson." Mia held onto his shirt.
It was the best sleep Dawson could remember having. He was gone before Mia woke up, but he left her a note reading:
"Her Majesty, Queen Mia Brexton,
I missed my early training yesterday, and thought it best I did not miss another. I want to be a good example to the other knights. You have my deepest and most sincere apologies for leaving you this morning.
Your loyal knight, Dawson Ray."
He could only hope she wouldn't be upset.
Dawson waited for her outside her office, as always. He watched her arrive, looking at the dress she wore today, as always.
"Sir Dawson." Mia's voice sounded as it usually did, it wasn't noticeably upset, or sad, so he let himself hope she wasn't upset. "I wish you would have told me last night that I wouldn't see you in the morning."
Dawson bowed to her, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, my Queen. I didn't consider that when accepting your offer. I didn't even remember until I had awoken."
"You needn't bow," Mia's voice was soft again, gentle. "I'm not upset, I was merely worried when I didn't see you there beside me. Now I know you'll be okay if you're gone in the mornings, should you choose to stay again."
He stood up straight, looking over her again. "Thank you, your Majesty." So it wasn't a one-time thing.
And it proved to be such. For a full week it was their new normal, meeting at the doors to her office, having small talk throughout Mia's busy day, rest together in her room.
Mia soon realized no matter how badly Dawson wanted to have her, he wouldn't instigate anything. She had undressed in front of him, he'd watched, she knew he got so turned on, but he just looked away, taking long breaths to calm down.
If she wanted anything, she'd have to make a move, so she made a plan.
Dawson was waiting at her office doors, he watched her arrive, humming softly as he looked over her. She was stunning in his eyes, always. He opened one of the doors for her, and she stepped in, looking back at him as he closed the door.
"You agreed to something, Sir Dawson."
When he turned to look at Mia, she was undressing him with her eyes. He swallowed, she was so beautiful. "I agreed to many things, your Majesty, to what are you referring?"
She took a step toward him, taking one of his hands and putting it on her chest "You said you would breed me. Do I have to instigate sex between us every time? It's been a week since we've done anything sexual. I need to have many children to keep my bloodline going long after I am gone, Dawson."
Dawson swallowed, looking over her body. In this set of armor, Mia could see how hard he was getting, just his outer thighs protected. "I... I didn't think I was allowed, my Queen, I just-" his brain felt like it had suddenly stopped.
"Have sex with me whenever you want. Take me while I'm sleeping, while I'm working, training even. You're going to get me pregnant, again and again until I am satisfied with the amount of children I have. You're going to fill me with your cum, that is part of your job now, Sir Dawson. I expect you to do so whenever you wish, and I expect you to let me use you to fill me with your seed whenever I feel I want it." Mia's voice was soft but sure, her gaze like wildfire. "You agreed to this. You may back out now, but I will just find someone else to do so."
"I won't back out." Dawson rested both of his hands on her waist, moving to be closer to her. He was realizing his position, her breeding thing to use, it saddened him a little but also turned him on. He wanted to be used by her, he'd just have to prove himself the best breeding toy for her, so she would use him, again and again, become her favorite and maybe, one day, earn her affection. "I'm yours. Use me. Have me whenever you wish, my Queen. I'll fill you, give you as many children as you want."
Mia looked to her chair "Sit."
And he did, he was painfully hard, sitting in the Queen's chair, before her desk. Mia looked over him, smiling softly at him as she climbed into his lap, straddling him, teasingly pressing herself into his hard dick. He bit back a moan, holding tightly onto her hips. She was being soft, and affectionate now. "I want you inside me as I work. I want you to stay like that for as long as possible, every chance we get today, Dawson." She brushed back some of his hair, kissing under one of his eyes, "When I have meetings, when we're alone I want you to pin me against a wall and have me... even if we're caught. Don't stop. No one can say a thing, my knight, I'm the Queen."
Dawson nodded in understanding, wanting to whine, wanting to moan. "Yes, my Queen." That was what he had been wanting to do for days now.
Mia sat back, further back on his legs, and began undoing his trousers.
Dawson let out a breath of relief as they were undone, moving his hands to her thighs, pulling up the skirts of Mia's dress. "Didn't you say you have work to do, my Queen."
She swallowed, looking at his hardened cock, taking in how big it was. "Yes, I did." Mia turned around, hands on her desk, grounding herself before she picked up her ink pen.
Once she began to write, Dawson began to slowly press into her, she was dripping wet, it sliding down her thighs. He let out a low, soft moan, squeezing her before moving to hold onto her waist, fucking Mia slowly, kissing up her neck.
Mia sat back on him, rocking her hips a little, wanting to close her eyes but not doing it. She had work to do- "Dawson~" she let out in a pleasure-laced breath. "Gods," she wanted more, so much more, but just feeling him fill her like this was nearly heavenly. Mia let out a long soft moan.
Dawson marked her neck, squeezing her waist "Mmm~, focus, your Majesty. Can't have me distracting you." Then he pulled his teeth down the back of her neck, letting his canines dig into her skin.
Mia wanted to beg for him to move faster, fuck her harder, rail her, cum inside already. "Okay." Her voice was nearly a whine. "I... I will."
Dawson held her tighter, making sure her hips were still, having her slow, kissing her skin messily, making sure he paused just a little in the middle of each thrust before pushing into her, making sure she never had all of him inside her, not nearly bottoming out. He was passionate in his marking, his fingers pressing into her tightly, he somehow felt gentle, though Mia thought all this teasing was so mean.
Over the course of an hour, neither of them having cum, Mia was able to get through half a page of paperwork. She wasn't able to focus, she was trembling, and whimpering, her thighs were utterly soaked with her own juices. Dawson was so hard it hurt, the little friction he was giving was enough to keep him from snapping, he has Mia hugged to himself as tight as he can.
"You're doing so good." Dawson praised "You're so good for me, just being inside you..." he moaned into her neck, loud, the sound reverberating deep, like a purr, Mia feeling it on her back.
Mia whimpered, dropping her pen, it had just been dripping uselessly onto the parchment anyway. "Please-" she finally began to beg "Please, Dawson, have me! Fill me- fuck me hard, breed me! Breed me!" She tried her best to move her hips, ride him, but she wasn't moving very much. Mia's eyes began to water "Dawson, please, breed me! I need you to fill me!"
Dawson let out a sound nearly like a growl, holding tightly onto her hips as he stood, his legs pushing the chair back. "Hold onto your desk, my Queen."
Mia whimpered and did so, Dawson leaning over her, biting her neck, hard, then finally bottomed out, all in one hard thrust, Mia suddenly came, Dawson relentlessly railing her, hard, fast.
"So big~" Mia moaned out, holding onto her desk tightly, arms giving out "Dawson, please, never stop breeding me- you're so big, so good~" high off her own words, off Dawson's teasing, finally being had as she wanted, Mia couldn't stop cumming.
Dawson had her until his cum was dripping out of her, pooling onto the floor, until Mia was trembling all over from pleasure, until she had to lay on her desk because she couldn't support herself. Tears ran down her cheeks, drool on the corner of her mouth, eyes rolled into the back of her head "Dawson~ breed me so good~ good boy~"
He pulled the chair forward with a foot, and carefully turned Mia around so she was lying on the desk on her back, then picked her up, sitting in her chair again, bouncing her on his lap. "My beautiful Queen."
Mia mindlessly moved her hips, leaning on his chest, whining softly so tired from all her pleasure it was hard to do much of anything. "Dawson..." she moaned out. "Dawson!~" She came again, now limp in his arms, still conscious but barely.
Dawson sighed, looking up at the ceiling, holding Mia as tightly as he could. "I just did nothing but have sex with the Queen for hours..." he mumbled, processing aloud "and I want more." And he wanted her to love him.
Mia eventually fell asleep, not waking until nearly noon. Dawson didn’t stop having her, playing with her clit, getting off on slowly bouncing her, seeing the bump his dick made, feeling her hum around him again and again. She was so beautiful, moaning for him in her sleep, filled utterly with his cum, it dripping out of her, covering her thighs. He couldn’t ever have enough of her, he wanted all of her.
Mia was groggy as she sat up "Dawson." She said as he came into focus, putting a hand on his chest and pushing herself up. Then she registered that they'd done all of that while dressed, and then that he was still inside her, then that he was still hard, bouncing her in his lap. He’d never stopped, and then that she had a meeting soon.
"Yes, your Majesty?" his cock had twitched at the sound of her saying his name, wanting to start railing her properly again. Mia moaned softly, pressing down on him, more of his cum spilling out of her as more of his dick filled her, Mia’s eyes basically rolling back into her head. He felt so good.
"I have a meeting in 20 minutes..." she let out in a moan, looking into his eyes. Dawson had fire in his gaze.
"So I can have you for 20 more minutes." Hands under her thighs, he began to move his hips as he bounced her more "Let's see how much I can make you cum in that time."
They lost track of time. Mia was pinned up against the wall, holding onto the back of Dawson's armor as tightly as she could, her legs locked around him. "Dawson~" she moaned. "Dawson, so good~"
There was a knock on the door, he didn't stop, tucking his face into Mia's neck and kissing up it, marking under her jaw.
"Your Majesty?" It was Julika again.
"Yes?" Mia called out, hugging Dawson's head to herself, trying to keep her voice even, trying to keep her pleasure out of it.
Julika took a long breath, now thinking she knows what's happening, remembering the marks and bites on the Queen last week. "You're late for your meeting... what should I tell The Radiant?"
Dawson moved one of Mia's legs so he could fuck her deeper, then bit her clavicle, wanting to force her to moan.
Mia bit back a sound. "I'll be there- I'll be there... in 20 minutes? Soon-" She felt like she was about to cum again. She didn't want to stop. "Give them my apologies..." Mia swallowed back a sound she wanted to make.
"Yes, your Majesty." Julika responded. The Queen didn't sound like herself at all, but now wasn't the time to ask, so she left.
Mia let out a loud moan, cumming hard. "Dawson~ Don't stop- never stop- Breed me! Breed me~ Make me have your babies!~"
Dawson moaned into her skin, fucking her harder, faster "My Queen, I'll breed you until you're satisfied, then more,"
Mia stood in the garden, brushing off the skirt of her dress, her cheeks tinged with a blush, Dawson standing 3 feet behind her, stoic as always. "My apologies, Radiant, I lost track of time, I didn't mean to have to postpone for so long."
The Radiant was the figurehead of law and the church, the mediator between the royal family, more in charge of relations with other kingdoms and the armies, and the people within the country, the press, the other higher-ups in the kingdom. They had waist-length red hair, tan skin, and deep brown eyes.
They looked Mia up and down, trying to read her. "It is no trouble, your Majesty, I simply caught up on some ready as I waited." They retook their seat, having stood when Mia entered the garden.
Mia looked back to Dawson. "Well, sit."
The Radiant raised a single brow, but Dawson did as he was told, sitting in the Queen's chair, her sitting in his lap, legs across him, arms looped around his neck. Dawson hugged her around the waist, pressing his face into her neck, embarrassed by the impropriety so readily on display.
"I hope this is alright, Sir Dawson has become rather needy of me and I find it adorable. I must indulge it." Mia smiled as she spoke, wanting to kiss Dawson's face, tease him, and praise him.
The Radiant now raised both their brows "Has he?" To them Dawson looked to be expressionless, holding onto the Queen for no particular reason.
Mia subtly pressed her hips back into Dawson’s, then rocked them, already feeling him begin to get hard, she couldn’t help but smile. It was so fun to play with her knight. “Enough of that,” Mia waved a hand dismissively, “we have work to talk about.”
That they did, but all throughout the meeting Mia teased Dawson, by the end of it he was so hard she felt his dick pressing up against her entirely, his hot breath on her neck, his arms tightening around her. It felt so good to be needed so entirely, for Dawson to never be able to stop wanting her, to know she could use him and all he would want was to be used more. Her perfect breeding toy, she would be as full as she wanted for the rest of her life. Not to mention he was cute, and good company.
The Radiant left once their work was done, and Mia turned around in Dawson’s lap to tilt his head up to look at her. He was flushed red, pouting. “You poor boy.” Her voice was velvet. “You poor, poor thing. My sweet knight…”
He whined, looking over her “Please…”
Mia tutted at him “Don’t ask, you should have just had me during the meeting. Fill me as I talk to The Radiant. Breed me whenever you like, Sir Dawson, how else will we have enough children to fill my castle?”
He felt as though he somehow got even harder, it would take so many to fill every room in the castle… he’d have to breed her so much, she’d have to have more than one child at once for years and years. “Really?” His voice was a whisper.
“Yes.” Mia slipped out of his lap, taking a few steps away then fixing her skirts “Now, let’s get inside.”
He was too impatient to wait until they got back into her office, so he pinned her to the wall of a dark hallway, pulling up her skirts, kissing her desperately, deepening it quickly, kissing her like he needed her as a wildfire needs fuel to burn, holding her up by having her sit on a knee as he undid his trousers, holding her thighs as he bottomed out quickly. He fucked her quickly, rough, passionately, he moaned into her lips only for the sound to be eaten up by Mia’s even louder moans. To her it happened all at once, one second they were walking down the hall, the next she was pinned to the wall and he was inside her.
He always felt like heaven, she felt so full as soon as he was inside her. Mia locked her legs around him, trying to keep him deeper inside her, she pulled on his hair, which only encouraged him to fuck her harder, faster.
Dawson was having her like he needed her. Mia was beginning, only now, to realize just how intense his infatuation was. She couldn’t get herself to care, in fact it turned her on.
She broke the kiss, gasping. “Dawson~” she moaned out, hugging his head to her neck, where he bit her, so hard it might break skin, but he didn’t. “Breed me~ Yes, it’s so good!”
“My Queen,” He moaned into her skin, “your Majesty, we’re going to have so many children, I’ll fill you with so many babies-”
Mia came hard, trembling “Dawson!” She cried out, holding him tighter “So many babies, so many- you’re so big, so big. I’m so full~ Fill me more- so many babies!”
They were at it like this for a long while, they heard people pass in the hallway but they only made Dawson silence Mia will heated kisses, he didn’t slow at all until Mia started to complain that her back was hurting, so he took her to her bedroom, laying her on it on her stomach.
Mia had her face pressed into a pillow, her ass up in the air, her hips being held by Dawson. She is finally naked, as is he, she’s covered in marks and bites now.
“Dawson-” she moaned out, barely continuous “I’m so full… can’t… anymore…”
“Just a little more…” he grunted out, panting, then leaning over her, pressing her hips into the bed “You’re doing so well, my Queen, just a bit more.”
Tears began to fill her eyes “Feels so good, Dawson~”
He came hard “You’re doing so well, so well, taking me so good, just… a while longer.”
He had her until the sun set, then kept going, exhausting himself. He still didn’t feel satisfied, so he kept going. Breeding her like a dog in rut, cumming inside his Queen, making her cum even in her sleep, again and again until the sun rose again. He was covered in sweat, her on her back again, propped up above her on his forearms, panting hard.
“My Queen,” he moaned out, moving to hold her around the waist, hugging her tightly as he could, pressing his face into her chest “My Queen-” even his moans of her name sounded desperate now.
Mia slowly woke, wrapping her legs around him loosely “Dawson~” she moaned out, smiling. “I’m here, my knight, no need to sound like I’m far away.”
He came, feeling tears prick his eyes “Your Majesty- I need- please-”
“Oh, sweet boy,” She cooed, hugging him to herself “What’s wrong?”
He started to move slower, putting some of his weight on her, leaning over to put their foreheads together, looking into her eyes. “I need you, more- My Queen- I can’t stop-” his breaths, his words, were nearly choked out. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t, I need more, all of you-” Dawson tucked his face into her neck, moaning into her skin.
Mia wanted to moan, but didn’t, instead she hugged him and nuzzled her face into his hair. “You don’t need to be sorry, but you need to rest.” She kissed his head, again and again. “What’s really wrong, my knight? It can’t just be that, my sweet boy."
Dawson sped up his thrusts, marking her neck “My Queen- I’ll breed you, I’ll fill you, your perfect toy~” he moaned out.
Mia’s head fell back, letting out a long, low moan “Dawson-” she gasped out “What’s wrong?”
“I’ll be your perfect breeding thing-” there was an unspoken, ‘so you can’t replace me’.
It clicked together in Mia’s head, but she didn’t know what to say. She had chosen him, and wanted him. She had affections for her knight. Her favorite knight, but her mind was clouded over in pleasure. “Dawson~” she moaned out, “Breed me~ breed me~” she called out “Gods! So good,”
Julika knocked on the door, hearing loud moans, Mia calling out “Dawson! You fuck me so good!~ So big~ So full!~” she heard the headboard hitting the wall, and cringed.
“... I knew it.” Julika mumbled as she walked away, planning to come back later. She did but gave up when she went to dress the Queen the third time and heard the same kind of things.
Mia was blissed, fucked out, eyes rolled back into her head, her clit is swollen, she’s beyond oversensitive, trembling, tears streaming down her face, voice gone.
Dawson has finally stopped, hugging Mia to himself tightly, kissing over her face, still deep inside her. “My Queen, I adore you.”
Mia hummed and whined, cumming again, clenching around him.
“I adore you, your Majesty.” He kept gently kissing all over her face. “My Queen, my Queen.”
Mia soon fell asleep, and Dawson did a a little after.
They slept until the next morning.
Dawson woke to feeling Mia moving in his arms, her back to his chest, her whining. Mia was trying to fuck herself on him, while he was sleeping. “Deeper…” she complained. “I- please…”
Dawson moved his hips a little backward, bending down to basically growl into her ear “You want something to breed you, My queen?”
Mia shivered, trying to press back into him, moaning at the sound of his voice “Just Dawson… I just want… Dawson, breed me.” she moaned, brains melted away at how horny she was feeling, how needy she was.
“Mmm? Just your own personal knight?” he began to fuck her, just with his tip. “You just want him to breed you? What if you find someone with a bigger dick?”
Mia whined “Just Dawson!” she called out “Only want you to breed me, Dawson. You’re a good person…” her voice went softer as she spoke, less whining in her words.
He began to fuck her with half his length, Mai moaning loudly. “You like a big dick, my Queen… you like a big-” harder, rougher thrust “breeding” deeper thrust “dildo” and harder “toy.”
Mia let out a long, low moan “I only like yours! Only your massive dick, Dawson! Only you, you’re my only breeding toy- Breed me! Breed me forever!~ I want to have your babies, so many babies~” she came so hard her eyes rolled back “so many heirs to my throne! I want to be so pregnant impaled on your enormous dick~”
He began to fuck her with his full length, ceaselessly, unrelenting, hard, rough, and passionate. “We’ll fill your castle, my Queen.”
Mia didn’t let him pull out of her. She locked her legs around him, she’s on her back, propped up on many pillows, Dawson above her “Don’t pull out…” she whined, giving him sweet eyes. “Please…”
“You missed your whole day yesterday, my Queen, it was my fault. You need to get to work.” Dawson peppered kisses over her face.
Mia whined, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down more “Please, don’t pull out, Dawson. I feel so full.”
He picked her up, hands under her thighs, and carried her to the washroom. Mia moaned with every step, being bounced just a little, she tried to move on him more “I need your monster cock pumping me full of cum~ Need to have a huge pregnant belly~ Dawson~”
His cock twitched, getting even harder somehow, but he just moved how she was holding her so he could fill her bath with water. It was impossible to ignore the woman he adored begging him to keep fucking her, but he was doing his best.
Once everything was ready, he settled them both into the bath, holding her gently. Mia began to fuck herself on him, drool at the corner of her mouth “Dawson~” she moaned out. He watched the outline of his dick, it pressing out her stomach, he watched her face, and listened to her slutty moans. “Fill me with your babies~ I want-” she cut herself off with a moan as she came.
Her clenching around him, her moans, calling his name. He came, and when he did she moaned louder.
“Fuck me all day again! Breed me- please.” She kept fucking herself on him, ridding him with all she had. “Make me so pregnant I might burst! Dawson, please-”
He couldn’t say no when his Queen was begging for him like that.
It was much like this for the next 3 months. Mia and Damon were so needy for one another they made love at every opportunity they could. Dawson pinned her up against a column in the courtyard, Mia fucked herself on him while she was sitting in a meeting, they made love in the gardens many times.
Mia’s breasts felt tender, the bodices of her dresses didn’t fit the same, they felt too snug, only her soft, mock corsets were fitting properly, the rest needing to be re-laced but it took up too much time in the morning. It all felt especially true when Julika dressed her this morning, her breasts hardly contained.
Mia couldn’t be pregnant already, right? She’d have needed to get pregnant nearly immediately to already have symptoms like this. She’d been trying to get pregnant for only 14 weeks now, she was overjoyed at the thought of being so far along already, but if she was, there was no point in Dawson trying to breed her more. Mia wanted him to keep breeding her.
She needed to keep this a secret. Mia mastrabated to the thought of Dawson impregnanting her while she was already pregnant as soon as Julika left her room.
Mia entered her office, Dawson already inside, standing at his post. “Sit.”
He went and sat in the Queen’s chair, and she straddled him, already beyond wet. “Undress me.” Mia whispered.
Dawson hugged her around the waist, pressing his face into her chest and moaning softly as he began to undress her. “My Queen…” Dawson is pretty sure she’s pregnant, he’s came inside her enough to impregnate many many people, her breasts are more sensitive, bigger, and her whole body seems to be more sensitive and reactive.
Eventually she was naked in his lap, Dawson so hard he fears his trousers may rip, but instead of pulling out his dick and fucking her, he slipped two of his fingers inside her and began to slowly thrust them in and out of her.
Mia whined and began to grind into his hand, her clit getting stimulated by his palm, her whine turning into needy moans, she hugged his head to her chest as she bucked her hips helplessly. “Dawson! I want your dick! Breed me! Breed me!”
He hummed out a purr-like sound. Scissoring open his fingers inside her “Aren’t you already with child, my Queen? Do you really need me inside you?”
“I’m not!” she pressed her hips downward, grinding down on him as best she can while fucking his fingers into her as much as she can. “Not yet, please- fill me with babies! So many babies-”
Dawson chuckled as he kissed her chest, again and again “But aren’t your breasts bigger? Your stomach larger? Aren’t your hips sore and your breasts tender, my Queen?”
“No!” Her eyes began to water “No, please, pump me full of babies, breed me! Breed me- Dawson-”
“Alright, alright.” He pulled out his finger and undid his trousers, slowly pressing into her.
Mia moaned, loud and long “So big~” he felt bigger, as her belly grew he felt larger and larger. “I’ll have massive babies… so many of them…” she rocked down on him as he bottomed out, already so close to cumming.
He bit her chest, not moving, just observing her. How he could no longer see the outline of her dick inside her, how much she’d changed.
“Your massive cock… I’ll carry your babies forever~ I want to have at least one every 10 months, gods- please.” She came before he even started to move.
It’s been 17 weeks since Dawson became her breeder, it’s getting harder and harder for her to ignore. She’s had to buy new dresses with poofy skirts to hide her baby, only let Dawson have her while she’s clothed and keep him from touching her belly.
Mia is turned on by her own baby bump. She wants Dawson to fawn over it, to praise her, not just worship her skin but her belly. She thinks it’s sexy, she’s sexy. She wants Dawson to rub her belly as he fucks her, but if he knows, there’s no guarantee he’ll keep fucking her while she’s pregnant. She can’t have that happening.
At 20 weeks Mia thinks Dawson has to know. The baby is kicking. When she’s alone and the baby kicks, she masturbates. She’s finally pregnant, she’s wanted to be her whole life. She has a man, who adores her, who wants to fuck babies into her as much as she wants to be filled with babies and she’s pregnant. She imagines herself overdue, Dawson taking care of her, kissing her belly, railing her, getting her pregnant again. She imagines being full of too many babies to count.
One night the baby kicks while Dawson is deep inside her. “Is that a kick I felt?” He purred out.
“No.” She whined, locking her legs around him tighter “Dawson~” she moaned “Breed me~ I want- overfull~”
Dawson held tightly onto her hips “They’re getting wider…” He reached up and squeezed one of her tits “They’re twice the size they were before. You’re getting just what you want, my Queen. You’re pregnant with my baby.”
She came “No! Not yet- keep breeding me- Dawson~ Never stop~ fill me beyond bursting~ so pregnant~”
At 23 weeks Mia gave up on hiding it from Dawson, but still won’t admit it.
After dinner one night Dawson is kneeling in front of her office chair, eating her out. Mia came into his mouth, and he pulled away, putting a hand on her belly “Must’ve had a large dinner if you’re not pregnant, my Queen.”
She moaned and nodded yes.
Dawson began to undo his trousers, pulling out his dick and beginning to jerk off as he looked over her body. “You’re so sexy, you have my baby inside you… I’m going to fuck you full of another.”
Mia slipped two fingers inside herself, rocking into her hand, it was getting harder to reach around her belly. “Dawson, please-” she whined. She could hardly please herself anymore, it was so hot to Dawson. “Make me full of our babies- I need so many heirs- I need so many- make me full of them! All of them!”
It required Dawson being in an awkward position, but he pulled Mia’s fingers out of herself and pushed in, her legs resting on his, her laying back in her chair as he fucked her. “I know you’re already pregnant.” He moaned “You just won’t admit it. For how long? Will you deny it as milk leaks from your chest? Will you chorus your begs for me to breed you as you give birth?”
Mia moaned, a hand holding her belly that moved with every one of his thrusts, her tits bouncing, about to be freed of the confines of her tight bodice, she outgrew them quicker and quicker. ”Dawson~” she just moaned, over and over. “Dawson~ breed me so good~”
At 31 weeks she stopped working, instead she stayed in her room in her chemise, Dawson not leaving her side. Her belly is so big she can’t see her feet anymore, walking for too long leaves her leaning on things, taking labored breaths.
Dawson is so far beyond turned on by… everything Mia is and does.
The way her belly makes her legs stay apart just so when she sits, the way she holds her belly, the way she has to stand to support how front heavy she is with her massive belly and large breasts.
Mia stood from her reading nook, going to one of her bookshelves to put it back only for Dawson to hug her from behind, pressing his hard dick against her and moaning into the nape of her neck. He rubbed his hands over her belly, rocking against her “My Queen… my Queen.” He moaned again, louder. “You’re so beautiful.”
“What has you like this, Dawson?” She laughed out softly, putting her hands on his arms, and pressing back into him.
“You’re going to be a mother.” He marked her neck, then began kissing up the side of it, pulling up her chemise “You’re going to mother my child…” he pressed into her so very slowly, moaning low and long.
“One day you’ll be a father.” She moaned as he pressed in. “You’ll be such a good daddy…” She let out a louder moan as he began to fuck her, slow and passionate. “Breed me~”
“I already did.” He bit her shoulder, putting his hands under her belly, holding it up for her to release some of the strain on her back from the weight. “I’ll do it again, and again, until your home is overfull, until your womb is filled beyond what you can take. You’re already too pregnant to do things alone. You think I don’t see how your belly rests on your desk when you stand? How none of your dresses fit you? How you waddle when you walk? How you get wet every time the baby kicks and you come to me to find release? How you cannot finger yourself as deeply as you used to? How the baby kicks when I fuck you too slow for your liking?”
Mia’s head fell back and she moaned helplessly, trying to rock her hips back on him. “Just breed me again! Dawson- Make me have another baby while I’m still pregnant with this one, make me always filled with at least one! Please~ give me another~”
“As the Queen commands it.”
Mia was doing her best to ride him, her belly utterly eclipsing his own, both her and Dawson unable to see his stomach hidden under hers. "Dawson~" she moaned "I feel like I'm impaled, you're dick is too big for this~ I'm too big for this!"
Dawson was just holding and caressing her belly, kissing all over it as he lazily moved his hips. "You're so sexy... so pregnant. You're beautiful, so full and pretty."
Mia let out a frustrated breath "Pump me full of cum! Use your cock and pump me full of cum! Breed me more! Fill me, now!"
He chuckled and put his hands on her hips, moving her. Mia let him control her, feeling like a massive breeding fleshlight, letting her brain go empty.
He made her cum, again and again, fucking her until his cum was dripping down her thighs, and still he lay on his back, moving her and fucking up into her, watching this perfect view.
"Dawson~" she moaned out "My breeder, such a massive dick, too big~ and I'm too big~ Make me bigger~"
When Mia is 37 weeks pregnant Dawson can’t help but always be hard around her. Her belly gets in the way of everything, it’s hard for her to stand much less walking around her room. Her breasts are already overfull of milk and they just keep growing, nearly as much as her swelling belly. She’s constantly turning him on.
Dawson loves fucking her on her back, her belly bouncing, her tits squished together when she hugs him around the neck. When she tries to move, she can’t on her own, weighed down too much by her massive baby bump.
“Such a massive baby…” Mia lazily moaned out as Dawson lotioned her belly. She’s undressed, laying in bed, but Dawson’s not. He’s just sitting beside her. “I’m too big~” she complained. The baby kicked and she moaned louder, the already wet spot between her legs growing larger. “I already look overdue!”
It was true, she did. Dawson was so hard his dick wasn’t only throbbing, but it hurt so much.
He moved to be over her “Yeah? You think you can take another massive baby inside you?” He propped himself up on one arm so he could pull out his dick.
Mia’s eyes were now stuck on his dick “Breed me again…”
He began to press in, “I’ll fuck another baby into you right now,”
Mia moaned, closing her eyes “My perfect breeder~ My dildo breeding boy~ My knight~ Fuck me until I can’t move~ Until I’m too big~”
At 40 weeks she officially overdue, too pregnant to get out of bed. Her belly was too big to see the doors out of her room over it. Dawson was fucking her constantly, unable to keep his hands off her.
“You’re fucking perfect…” he moaned as he came inside her, cum leaking out from between her legs. “You’re so fucking perfect. Full with my baby, my Queen.”
Mia was only able to moan, milk leaking from her breasts, pleased, feeling so full she might burst.
“You’re so beautiful, so gorgeous, growing such a big, healthy baby-”
He kept fucking her for a week, until her labor started then a while more.
After the baby was born they still couldn’t stop.
“Breed me again~” Mia moaned as he came inside her. “Another baby~ maybe me full of your child again~”
“You’re so beautiful, my Queen-” He marked her chest, her neck.
“My name, say my name!” she called out.
“Mia,” she came when she said it. “Mia,” she came again.
20 weeks after their first child was born she already had another bump.
Mia and Dawson laid in bed together, (their baby with a wet nurse,) Dawson rubbing a hand over her bump. “You’re pregnant again.” He moved closer to her, kissing her cheek, then under one of her eyes.
Mia pressed their hips flush together. “Dawson… I… would you like to move into my room?”
He blinked at her. “Preeminently?”
Mia nodded yes, a light blush coloring her cheeks. “Yeah.”
Dawson stilled his hand on her belly, pressing his face into her shoulder. “You know I adore you. You know I’d lay down my life for you. You know I’m the father of your children, I’m your personal knight.”
Mia’s heart was filled with hope, and the fear of the other shoe dropping.
“I’d be honored to, Mia.”
She whined when he said her name, pressing her hips against his more just for a moment. “Good. I… I adore you too, Dawson.”
At 27 weeks she already looked like she was going to burst. When she and Dawsons’ first baby nursed she looked like a fertility goddess, her womb full and her 27-week-old baby in her arms. When her baby was done feeding, taken away by the wet nurse, Dawson would pin her to the bed.
“You’re too beautiful-” he’d moan as he thrust into her “You were made to be bred like this, always full of my children, constantly nursing and pregnant. Full of me, always, everyone knowing you’re mine. You were made to be fucked full of my children at all times. You won’t go a moment the rest of your life not filled with my seed. My Queen, my breeding Queen.”
“Breed me~” she moaned, trying to thrust her hips upwards to meet his, but they lay helplessly weighed down by her belly. “Dawson~ I’ll make your babies forever~ so many children~ Make me pregnant again, I’m already so full of your babies~ I was made to be your baby maker~ Give our child countless siblings~”
At 35 weeks she was bedbound, her baby nursing often but her tits always leaking milk. Her belly was too large to see the doors out of her room again, Dawson unable to keep his hands off of her but he behaved when their child was with them.
“How naughty…” Dawson moaned as he fucked Mia “You’re so pregnant all the time you can’t do your Queenly duties… all you can do is breed, be bred, and grow our children.”
Mia moaned loudly as she came. “I’m a baby maker! Your baby maker~ Dawson, breed me so well~ I’m your breeding thing~ All I can do is cum, breed and grow~ make babies~ You fucked my brains out~”
He fucked her harder, faster, “Look at you, trapped under your children, and you want more. You’re the Queen, and all you can do is cum and make heirs to your throne.”
All Mai could do was make slutty pleased sounds “Just breed with my knight, breed with you, Dawson~ Breed with my knight forever~”
At 40 weeks her belly was obscenely large, overdue again, and Mia was too horny to let Dawson do anything but fuck her.
“I’m too full~” she moaned out as she came “Too many, you filled me with too many babies!”
Dawson thrust into her mercilessly “You can take one more, two- three more-” he panted “Give our child siblings, fill the castle, make you bigger next time- fuck, Mia~”
And she was pregnant with more after that. While she was nursing twins she was pregnant with triplets. She sat on Dawson’s lap in her reading nook, trying to rock her hips into his but her belly was already too large at 20 weeks, getting in the way “Please…” she moaned out. “Breed me, Dawson. You’re such a good daddy, need more babies~”
Dawson would never stop breeding his Queen.
(I may write a part two, idk)
