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An Audience with his highness~
Prince Bee
25 years old - Switchy Prince
Sometimes dom, sometimes sub, almost always bottom
Puppy/Sub blog - @puppyboyantics (I follow from there)
Anything discussed on this blog is fantasy, or RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink).
Minors/Ageless DNI!
My question is why are you as a knight not shoving your hand down a bratty prince's pants and jerking his little tcock?
he's being so mean to you because his little dick is achey and his hole is dripping. So improve the prince's behaviour and play with his boycunt ☺💕
PLEASE DEAR KNIGHTS!!
Consider saving a dragon from being slain and sink the hilt of your sword inside jester today!!!
Something something something bratty prince who is needy for his guard
Prince who teases his guard about how he’s always watching him
Prince who leads him to secluded parts of the castle and gives his guard suggestive looks
Prince who presses his guard against walls and kisses him
Prince leaves his guard breathless and painfully horny
Prince who calls in guard when he’s half dressed because he likes to see him flustered
Prince who needs his guard’s opinion on his new lacy dress
Prince who needs his guard to unzip it for him
Prince who moans at the feeling of his guards rough hands down his back
Prince who slips off the dress and turns around
Prince who orders his guard to please him
Prince who pushes his guard to his knees before him
Prince who drags his wet cunt over his guard’s mouth
Prince who throws his head back in pleasure
Prince who pushes his guard too far
Prince who gets shoved against a wall and eaten out till he’s shaking
Prince who’s too fucked out to beg for more
Prince who gets pinned to the bed anyway
Prince who gets his royal cunt fucked
Prince who is a whiny mess for his guard
Prince who cums over and over around his guard’s cock
Prince who gets overstimulated and squirms to get away
Prince who is held down and fucked harder
Prince who gets filled with his guard’s cum
Prince who is secretly very pleased
Spoiled Prince who discovers what an orgasm is and needs so many of them, his knight is between his legs working him open on fingers and tongue, making his legs shake and back arch. And when he cums again he isn’t pleasing, he isn’t a symphonies of whines and “please please please.” No, he’s demanding.
Face red and chest heaving as he pants, thighs slick with his own release. He just keeps his legs spread and demands more.
“Again…again now again!” Greedy boy, can’t even spare a single please for his hard working knight.
“My prince, you’ve cum four times already, don’t you think it’s time you forces your attentions back to more important things?”
And the prince just grits his teeth and glares down at him.
“My pleasure is the most important thing, is it not? And you want to deny me? I could have you put to death.”
The threat is empty and they both know it, nobody else knows how to touch the prince, how to make him cum four times without even fucking him properly. There are men, and women, who would fall over themselves to be in the knights position, but not a single one would be able to know him, not the way his knight does.
“Very well, if that’s what you wish. Do it. In fact, I’ll go tell the executioner now, make sure the axe is sharpened before it takes my head.” And he’s making his way across the room, very aware of how childish the boy is, always throwing out threats he never follows through on.
“Wait!” He’s scrambling up in his bed, reaching a hand out to grab his knights wrist.
“Yes? Your highness?”
“….please? Please don’t go. Please stay, please make me feel good. Please please please please, is that what you want? To hear me beg? For me to be on my knees for you? Tell me what you want just…don’t leave me.” And there it is, there’s his boy. Small and pliant, so obedient and void of that ego and confidence he parades around for everyone else.
It’s enough to make him turn back to the boy. And gods is he gorgeous like this, on his knees on the bed, eyes pleading up at him as if he isn’t royal, and hair a mess from withering against the bed. The knight reaches out a hand to caress his face, and he leans into it like a cat.
“I’m the only one who get to hear you like this, do you understand? You will beg no other, you will not bow or kneel to anyone but me. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes…yes only you I swear it! Please, please another please”
And the knight sighs, pushing him back into to his back so he can resume the spot between his legs.
“Two more, my love. After that you’re back to work, understood?”
“Yes yes…gods yes please just two more please please please!!”
worry not my lord, allow me to unscrew that jar for you. i would not want for you to strain your hand or break a nail. alright. hmm. HMMMM. HNNNGRGHHHHHH. HNNGGHHHH HRRRRRGHHH. AAAAAARGHHHHHHH fucking. squire fetch me my grippy gloves
full plate armour kneeling between your legs, only missing his helmet. soft leather of the palms of his gauntlets grasping your naked thighs. his tied-back hair wrapped around your fist as his lips wrap around your cock. watery eyes looking up to you as his eyes tear up from servicing your cock. cold iron plate pressing against your bare legs as his nose presses into your groin.
Sometimes a prince/ss just wants to go for a pensive night stroll around the rose garden🙄🙄,, but noooo, their knight is always talking on and on about how 'It's forbidden to leave your chambers after 10PM' and how it's 'dangerous to walk unaccompanied while dark' 🙄🙄 so they have to take his hand and hold it the entire time they're out 🙄🙄, and somehow it always ends with their knight bending them over the archway bench and taking them🙄🙄, AND somehow he has the audacity to claim the 'fresh air does things to his head' 🙄🙄
kneeling at my lord's feet. hunching over, leaning into their legs. wrapping my arms around their knees, pressing my forehead to their thighs. murmurimg open and eager oaths, trembling and ragged. "anything you want of me, my lord. there is nothing I would deny you." clinging to them with desperate gloved fingers. soft gasps catching on sobs, tears slipping hot down flushed cheeks. quieting obediently when they pet my head and shush me. their voice a gentle coo when they speak, "my bloodiest hound needs tending, does it? and is it prepared to earn my love?" nodding fervently, pressing my cheek and my lips to their hosiery, to the hem of their tunic, nuzzling against their warmth. "yes, my lord. anything. anything."
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Prince who keeps a personal knight. Sure, maybe it's not the best knight in the world, but it's passionate. Wears its heart on its sleeve, and isn't afraid to declare his loyalty to his prince. It's endearing, in a way. Like watching a dog beg for scraps.
The prince is amused by this. He likes seeing the knight limp back from battles, face streaked with tears and trying to hide its wounds with false bravado. He's even gotten to ride into a few scuffles and fights with his knight before, and it's wildly entertaining watching it take blows for him and push him out of danger's way. And if the prince is overly reckless on purpose, well. Maybe the knight shouldn't sound so pathetic when it's being hurt.
Of course the prince will never admit to this. Most unbecoming for the heir to the throne. But he sits with his knight and bandages its wounds, taking the time to dab antiseptics into them and put barely too much pressure, just so he can hear it whimper. Gives it half-mocking lectures on how injured it is. "Come on, now. Surely you can do better next time." The look of hurt in the knight's eyes makes his dick twitch, even as it nods resolutely and vows to improve. He pretends not to notice the knight adjust its trousers, crossing its legs to cover its crotch.
On some level, surely the knight must know it's being toyed with like this. Perhaps this is penance, then. Its punishment for not being of the same calibre as its peers. The shame wracks it—almost as much as the guilt it feels when it jerks off messily in the bathhouse, face hot with tears, digging its own fingers into barely healed wounds, unable to get the prince's words out of its head. The prince can never know of this—of its weakness—it decides. To strive for a greater ideal, to push itself to be good enough to earn the prince's approval—as long as the knight has this goal to work towards, it can hold steady. It will be strong. It will be a good knight.
Prince demanding that his Knight rail him hard enough that he doesn't have to think because all of the responsibilities and studies are simply too much today.
Knight that does his job a bit too well and rails his Prince until he passes out. He's certainly not thinking too much now, right?
Fun Fact! If you tap your knuckles against your knights chestplate and ask who their heart beats for, themselves or you, you can stun-lock them long enough to kiss the side of their helm without protest!
a prince demanding the knight’s presence in his chambers only to meekly admit that he just needed company…
“i’ll be your sword” okay. and. and im the sheath right. nnghhhh,,,
Knight who cries after crazy nasty animal sex and needs his hair pet and good things whispered in his ear before he goes right back to pounding you. He'll leave your chambers and pretend he doesn't know what came over him. But he'll keep coming back. Once you let that animal in, he'll keep coming back.
we should torture princes more. and make their knights watch but be unable to help. we should lock them up in cellars but make them unable to touch. all they can do is talk. the knight is quite terrible at comforting people with words but god he cannot bear to hear his prince cry any longer.
dear god please picture the knight's hand (still gauntleted) reaching just enough through the bars of their prince's prison to stroke his tear-streaked cheek, and the prince leaning into it
