[PFP is Maddel Picrew]
Mod is 18 & goes by he/they, character is mid-20s and goes by she/they/he
Feel free to send in any type of rp ask if you're 18+!
Hi! I go by he/they, but my character here goes by she/they/he (varying by the day, they're genderfluid same as me) (used to go by she myself as well, it's just so oversaturated IRL that I don't use it online right now)
I am 18, turning 19 in two months. My character is in her early-mid twenties or so.
Warning that this blog will have suggestive or sexual themes on occasion! Minors DNI (my main blog is generally SFW though so I can give people that to talk with!)
Anyone (18+) can send in an ask to initiate roleplay (or just question my OC) at any time! I enjoy rp of any kind so long as it stays within my boundaries. Most of my standalone in-character posts (dialogue between Aurorian & Fulgere, statement by Aurorian, etc) can be reblogged for interactions too.
ETA: I'd prefer to write out all Aurorian's actions / feelings / words myself, so please don't speak/act on her behalf in a response to me! If you want her to say something specific or do a certain action you can either hint at / request it via your character or you can let me know OOC! (mainly so I can have the full fun of acting out all my character's actions & to avoid mischaracterizations or discomfort on my end)
Let me know if I ever cross a line! I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable and would rather communicate early than end up with a soured interaction / connection!
In-Character Intro Post (Aurorian)
Aurorian Music Playlist - Armour Description - Physique in a dress - Hero Forge minifigure appearance - Aurorian Moodboard
Vague Fulgere Overview - One of Fulgere's Forms
Fulgere's contribution to knocking the Viscount's army down a peg (CW for mentions of murder, gruesome stuff, & psychological torment)
And, since this is a part character & part horny blog, general boundaries under the cut (for interacting with me directly, I don't mind if it's on your blog in general):
No (under)ageplay, raceplay, detrans, scat, non-con/rape or incest. (You do you [in fantasy / fiction / with consenting adult partners]! I just personally don't enjoy any of that for my own stuff)
Dubcon prompting is only allowed to be sent to me / played along with if my post is about it / if I initiate it that way or if you ask ahead of time! (though I will like posts about it, it just makes me nervous one-on-one due to past experiences) (feel free to DM me about this if you have an idea you want to check in about!)
Woundfucking is only allowed with weapons and MAYBE fingers. Absolutely no sexual organs.
Flirting, even pushy flirting, is allowed!
Dehumanizing and patronizing language is allowed towards my character (i.e. puppy, mutt, etc) (though, fair warning, she might get angry and bitey about it - she has to be in a submissive mindset first where it adds to her humiliation and turns her on further [or humiliate her briefly in the moment while she's on duty, to make her feel flustered and wanting later])
Non-sexual contact is allowed (i.e. grabbing her face, limbs, hands, waist, etc) (she may end up bitey or flustered depending on the situation)
Sexual contact & intercourse is allowed, though a proper (OOC) warning or lead-up to it is preferred (required if there's not been prior discussion or if the post isn't about kink / sex)
My main blog can be pretty easily puzzled out by anyone that knows me but I'm probably not saying it openly in case I get randomly termed lol
You can DM me if I'm following you (I'll pretty much follow anyone I'm interacting with rp-wise, especially if I initiated)! Anon asks are also on now, since many rp blogs will be sideblogs that can't send their own asks (& I'm comfortable enough now to not be nervous about it lol)
DMs are mostly for OOC discussion (planning, check-ins etc)! But if you're more comfortable staying in DMs for certain roleplay elements, we can work out a way to do that.
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
(He pouts) When did I get angry? I think it’d be hot to cause a difference in temperatures during sex, actually… (he gets distracted, looking past her as he ponders this)
“i think you’re lying, pretty boy,” she cackles wickedly, and runs her hand up and down his chest firmly, no longer tickling but still making him feel the cold. she’s purposefully avoiding his throat and nipples, still teasing.
she moans, his rutting pushing the knot more firmly against her sweet spot. her hands run up to caress his pulse point, before grabbing his throat a bit more forcefully, pressing down on the sides of his neck as to not fully cut off his breaths. her other hand repeats the motions for the incantation, and starts tracing over the muscles on his arms.
“yeah? you like this, sweet thing? where else would you want my hands, puppy?”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
(He pouts) When did I get angry? I think it’d be hot to cause a difference in temperatures during sex, actually… (he gets distracted, looking past her as he ponders this)
“i think you’re lying, pretty boy,” she cackles wickedly, and runs her hand up and down his chest firmly, no longer tickling but still making him feel the cold. she’s purposefully avoiding his throat and nipples, still teasing.
she moans, his rutting pushing the knot more firmly against her sweet spot. her hands run up to caress his pulse point, before grabbing his throat a bit more forcefully, pressing down on the sides of his neck as to not fully cut off his breaths. her other hand repeats the motions for the incantation, and starts tracing over the muscles on his arms.
“yeah? you like this, sweet thing? where else would you want my hands, puppy?”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
(He pouts) When did I get angry? I think it’d be hot to cause a difference in temperatures during sex, actually… (he gets distracted, looking past her as he ponders this)
“i think you’re lying, pretty boy,” she cackles wickedly, and runs her hand up and down his chest firmly, no longer tickling but still making him feel the cold. she’s purposefully avoiding his throat and nipples, still teasing.
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
(He pouts) When did I get angry? I think it’d be hot to cause a difference in temperatures during sex, actually… (he gets distracted, looking past her as he ponders this)
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
(He pouts) When did I get angry? I think it’d be hot to cause a difference in temperatures during sex, actually… (he gets distracted, looking past her as he ponders this)
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
“AN HOUR- excuse me. i meant, an hour? dear gods, now i am the worked up one,” she groans, the knot pressing into so many sweet spots inside her, the feeling of fullness turning quickly into a second wave of arousal.
she shifts her hips a bit, just trying to get comfortable. “and you’re sure you cannot simply…. take it out?”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
she cannot even grind her hips back into his, forced to just take it as she cums hard enough that tears well up in her eyes. her tits bounce with every thrust, and she’s moaning loud enough the whole castle could hear.
“pleasepleaseplease, fill me up, breed my cunt, aurorian, please!”
(He gasps quietly against her neck as he presses as deep as he can before cumming inside. She feels herself being stretched a little more as his knot swells in her cunt.)
Guess you gotta stay cuddled up to my armour for a lil' while now, huh, princess? (He smiles, face flushed.)
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
she whines as his teeth sink in, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. “t- touch my clit, please? i’m so so close please, touch me, i need to cum!”
arguing with advisors, meeting with citizens, training some of the new pages in knife throwing, healing the pages who cut themselves during knife throwing practice….. just a long day. she was so fucking tired of using her brain.
trudging into her room, she strips off her clothes and hops into the bath, washing herself first, then letting herself soak for a good half hour. when she finally hops out, the water is cool, and her hair has almost dried completely. dressing in one of her many tiny nightgowns and matching socks (this set midnight blue), she lays on her bed, fully intending to sleep.
but she cannot. she tosses and turns for nearly an hour, then suddenly remembers that, oh gods, she’s about halfway through her cycle. it’s been approximately two weeks since she bled, and around this same time every month, for 3-5 days, she cannot sleep and there’s this unbearable heat in her stomach.
it was effecting her now, just thinking about it. something was warming in her core, twisting sharply at each graze of fabric over her skin. it was late enough now, she could leave the lamps on and get it over with…. but what if someone hears?
“ohhhh fuck it,” she whispers aloud, hands snaking under her nightdress to start playing with her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin, rubbing her nipples lightly. she’s just teasing for now, soft breaths coming faster as arousal creeps into her core, quicker than usual.
(She hears footsteps that sound like they were about to pass by, but they stop at her door.)
(There's a knock)
Princess Elizabeth? Are you alright in there?
(Aurorian's voice is only a little deeper with his masc presentation. Liz and his meeting earlier when he came for this visit would already have shown her that he has shorter hair and a slightly different appearance, of course.)
she pouts, pulling her fingers out from under her dress. she wipes her hand off on her leg, gods she was wet, and sits up on her knees. “nonono that is not necessary, actually i- i uhm… could you come in? please?”
(He opens the door and steps inside, smiling impishly as he sees the state she's in.)
Oh, was I incorrect about you being in pain or upset? (His tone makes it clear he knew the whole time.) My apologies for invading your privacy, princess. (he bows)
she fidgets, blushing. “you see, i couldn’t sleep.”
she lays back, and lets her legs spread, revealing her obvious lack of underwear. she’s absolutely soaked, and the small patch of hair over her slit is shaped like a heart.
“this. this is what i need help with, ser,” she squeaks, face now a bright pink.
squirming under his gaze, her flush spreads down her neck to her chest. “uhm, you may remove however much you want. i’m just- i’m tired of using my brain, making decisions. i want you to make me feel good, b- but i want you to just take what you want. please?”
her brief burst of confidence shies away at the plea, eyes darting around nervously.
(He smiles that impish smile again and uses the quick-switches on his armour to remove the portion around his groin, before kneeling on the bed between her legs. He opens / pulls down his pants enough to free his cock, new as of this transformation by Fulgere. It's already hard. The length and girth is good, enough to fill pleasantly well.)
What position would you prefer to be in? I might get a little rough, so I'd rather you be comfortable.
her eyes widen at his cock, she’d known he was male now, but did not expect fulgere’s alterations to be so…. aesthetic. “you’re so pretty,” she mumbles, a bit distracted by the handsome man’s cock sitting in front of her.
shaking her head to focus, she pulls a pillow under her hips then spreads her legs again. “ready when you are,” she mutters, still blushing brightly.
(He leans down and nips at her neck.) So long as you keep being good, I will.
(He adjusts his hips and sheaths himself fully inside her in one smooth movement, already pressing against the back. She can feel his cock twitch inside her.)
Fuuck, so warm... (his breathing stutters and he moans quietly)
she lets out a long whine, breath catching as she feels him bottom out. suddenly everything is too warm, oh gods. she strips off the tiny nightgown, completely bare now except for her ruffled socks. her breathing is fast, chest heaving.
(His thrusting becomes rougher as she grants that permission, mumbling german swears between moans against her neck. The sounds echoing in this room are surely incredibly lewd now.)
Gonna get you to have my pups, you'd look so pretty all filled up...
“mmhm please- wan’ it so bad, want you so bad! want you to claim me, breed me, please! fucking me so good, pretty boy- fuck!” she’s so wet, and his hips are driving so fast, the stream of filthy noises carry up to her ears, creating a divine symphony of lust.
