Dreaming of being a cruel werewolf king and capturing a sweet little princess while feuding with another kingdom. They’d be a nice bargaining token, or at least that was originally the plan, but they’re so innocent and beautiful I simply must make them mine. Treating them so nicely during the day, lavishing them with the finest of clothing and food, so long as they wear the silver collar and bracelets that make it clear to everyone in the castle that they’re mine. Forcing them to share a bed with me, getting them to associate me with safety and care and kindness, making them comfortable with being owned by me. Slowly pushing boundaries and getting more bold and possessive with my touch, keeping them close at all times, groping them while they’re asleep… and all the while I’d be planning on taking their virginity and claiming them with my knot as soon as the pathetic little thing goes into heat while in my possession, knowing that they won’t have any possible way to escape me. Maybe I’d let them try to run away, down the halls of the castle, only to catch them and lift them up like they weigh nothing, forcing my cock into their wet dripping pussy, sliding them up and down my length like a fleshlight, my thick knot grinding against their entrance with every downstroke. I’d hush away their tears, licking them off their cheeks, comforting them with mocking tones as I force them to have orgasm after orgasm before forcing my knot inside their tight heat, pumping thick spurts of cum deep inside their womb, claimed by me in entirety… I know how much you need this, how much you love it. You wanted to be taken by your king this entire time, didn’t you? Your arousal betrays you, it shows your true feelings. You love being used like this, don’t you, pet? Don’t worry darling, I’ll take good care of you.
