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When David first laid eyes on Princess Elsa he was immediately taken with her. She was gorgeous, regal, beautiful in every way. Her smile was infectious, but the mystery surrounding the crown princess was breathtaking. Her younger sister was a bit of a chatterbox, but everything about Elsa screamed proper...challenge in a way. He felt himself drawn to her. So when the ball came around, one he got to attend as a high ranking officer of New York and a stroke of luck in order to support the charity, he pulled a few strings to be seated close to the princess after the official dinner. He watched her talk to dignitaries all evening, so when she finally came to sit at the table, so did he. He sat to her right, strategically so given the design of her dress. He kept talking to his coworker to his right as he let his hand wander to her leg, still innocently simply tracing the outline of her bare knee, curious to see if she would let him continue or dare to make a scene and stop him.

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starforcecommander‌:

Her words had him smirk ever so slightly. Of course, he cared probably more about her than his father ever would. All his old man ever cared about was a legacy from a legal marriage, with the only issue being that he couldn’t even have children anymore. While it in turn had many eyes turned on him, John at the same time had no interest in taking the throne. At least until Lynn asked for him.

Grabbing a goblet for her, he walked towards her and handed her the wine. “Of course I know what happened to all his previous wives. One was accused of witchcraft, the other of having a dozen lovers, the third one of attempting to poison him. That’s why we’re here, to make sure nothing will happen to you.”

Lynn took the goblet gratefully as she sat down on the edge of the bed, wanting to be comfortable and safe herself the hassle of having to get up again to walk across the room. She was nervous enough as it was. This would be very, very different from her marital duties.

“The last one actually tried to poison him.” She said with a small giggle. “I was already at court. There were rumors of her being accused of adultery soon, with her brother. It was desperate. Some Ladies actually knew about it, but all of them quietly slipped out to my home country. I only learned of the why later, so I actually wasn’t in on their plot. But yeah, that accusation was actually almost real. But unlike him claiming she put it into his wine, she actually put poison into his clothes.”

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starforcecommander‌:

“I’d dare say it would be a tragedy not to be prepared for you, your Majesty,” the title was underlined with slight mockery, John figuring he could at least allow himself that much. After all, she needed him more than he needed her when it came down to it, though having influence over the throne with the child being his was always a benefit and he in no way wanted to cross the line. No, he was here to have fun with her, to show Lynn just how much sex could be fun for both of them and show her all the wonders of it instead having his father simply hump over her until he was done and leaving her.

“I made sure the room would fit your standards a bit more than it usually is.” His father never really gave him much luxury, though John didn’t complain either. He’d rather a semi decent bedroom than none at all. Making sure the door behind her was closed, he walked over to the small side table, pouring both a goblet of wine. “Would you care for some wine before we start?”

“I would like that.” She said gently to him. She was glad he offered that. He was so different from his father. He was raised closer to the ground so to speak, in touch with people, not with titles, not with wealth and numbers, he knew people. And so he had known she might need something to take the edge off. He went out of his way to try and make this way comfortable, for her. It was so much more than what his father ever did.

“I don’t have standards, John. I live by what your father dictates. If it was up to me, my rooms would look very, very differently, trust me. As would my dresses. To be fair I choose them...but to please your father. We both know what happened to the ones before me. Gotta stay on my heels.”

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starforcecommander‌:

Things would play perfectly into his hands, especially if she was this willing. Needless to say, John was practically thriving that he’d get to fuck no other than his three times over cursed father’s wife, who seemed such a sweet and innocent little thing but knew what she wanted at the same time. He would have his fun with her, that was sure.

Following her to the door, John bowed to the Queen as soon as she opened the door and revealed them to the guards in front of them, an almost too charming smile on his face. “It’s my great pleasure to inform you about your husbands current plans, my Queen, not to mention an honour that you allowed me to keep you company.” To make it all wrapped up in properly, he kissed the top of her hand. All show, but a necessity as well.

He retired to his own rooms then, making sure that all servants were out and the door to the rooms locked. John didn’t want any disturbances after all. He got ready then, bed prepared as well, and while waiting, he moved towards the window and looked outside, already seeing himself as King of those lands.

She went about the rest of the evening as she would always do. She had her Ladies sing and dance and then announced she would retire. The Ladies helped her undress and change into her shift and then put her to bed. They all went into the adjoining rooms where they could attent to her. Lynn looked at the small room adjoining to hers: Where she would spend her last month of pregnancy.... when she got pregnant. Soon this place would get decorated. But for that, she would have to spend the night elsewhere. She waited until she was sure the girls were all asleep before slipping on a dark blue robe and slipping out of her rooms through a hidden door.

The way to his rooms was not hard to find, after all she knew exactly where his father would set him up and which rooms he preferred. Naturally they, too, had a secret entrance, though she suspected he did originally intend to use that otherwise, not to admit the queen to father his father's heir, without his father knowing.

She knocked and waited for him to open the door, the robe pulled tight over her body, to protect herself from the draft in the castle. Her smile was tight and barely there as he opened the door. To a certain extent she was nervous. “I see you prepared for me, John. Good. Very good.”

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kreeborn‌:

Perhaps she was aware of just how much of a freedom she gave him with this, or perhaps not. It was hard to tell. Regardless, John relinquished in the fact that he would have his fun with the Queen, in the end getting back at his father for being such a greedy and disgusting bastard he was. All those years spent away from court would now be payed back in the most delicious way, with John’s baby in the cradle as the future king of the land.

“You can be assured you’ll already be pregnant by the time my father returns,” he told her almost nonchalantly, hand reaching out to push a few strands of hair out of her face. “I’ll have you tonight. You’re to come to my chambers, secret passageway. We wouldn’t want the castle to start any rumors, now, would we?”

He wanted her to come to his rooms? That in itself was risky. But then again, if anyone came into her room, her being outside was less risky than him being in her bed or currently rutting above her. So it was not as risky. And someone in his bed was not risky as long as they did not see her face. It was a clever idea.

She smiled at him, feeling much more at ease with his promises of having her pregnant by the time his father returned. Oh how she hoped for it. Even if it was a daughter, her husband would be much more lenient towards her, as then she would prove fertile and a son would follow. They would make sure a prince would follow.

“I shall see you then.” She said. She got up slowly. In order to keep up appearances to her people, she had to leave at a proper time, too. “Thank you, Sir John, for the pleasant company and the news about your father.” She said for display as she opened the door to leave and act as if she was going to bed normally, to sneak into his bed for that night.

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bewitchedbystars‌:

Now that was a turn of events Geralt didn’t expect, nor was it something he expected Dandelion to do to begin with. Nonetheless, it was a rather pleasant surprise and the witcher wouldn’t let that slide. He took the glass with wine with a short nod and took a sip, cat-like eyes focused on her face at first before letting them wonder over her body.

She was shaped nicely, had the right curves in the right spots and was certainly very lovely. It’s also been a while since he had a girl warm his bed, and he could certainly use a few hours of relaxation and pleasurable company. “So if I’d want to have you for a few hours, would you have me?”

And so it seemed like she had succeeded, as he asked her about ... her company for a few hours. Oh she would give it to him happily. With not so many men being in at this time of day as most were working out at sea or in the fields at this day, she could use the cash Dandelion owed her. And she could use a good lover inside her, one who managed to actually bring pleasure about as well as financial benefits. And there was the added benefit of him being a witcher.

“I would gladly have you. Is it true you witchers are incapable of fathering children?” She asked him simply. She has been dying not to have to take the bitter draught after sex that would prevent a baby or shove a pigs bladder or sponge inside her. And man has she been dying to feel a man come inside her again. “So protection with you would be no worry. You can have me any way you want me. Anywhere you want me. For however long you want me. For the next few hours my body is yours to use.”

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bewitchedbystars‌:

Dandelion insisted on Geralt to come to the Rosemary and Thyme for weeks now, ever since the witcher saved the bards clumsy behind for who knows which time in a row now. Naturally, Dandelion was a friend, and Geralt was just that guy who didn’t take money from friends, even if doing contract for them or saving them from mortal danger, which in Dandelions case was a small troop of angry guards of some nobleman whose wife Dandelion was doing under the sheets. The witcher finally gave in, agreeing to come during one of the coming evenings, completely unaware of what the poet had actually planned. Part of him hated going back to the city, as Geralt very much preferred the countryside, though one of the things he knew about Rosemary and Thyme was that it offered pleasant company, so if Dandelions plan would backfire, there was always that.

Geralt rode into Novigrad with Roach, leaving the mare at the feeding through before heading inside. A few of the patrons gave him either scared of disgusted looks, but he couldn’t care much about that. It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. Once settled, he was immediately approached by one of the girls he assumed offered pleasurable company, judging by her clothing. “I suppose I am,” he replied, slightly puzzled. Prime customer? Since when? Dandelion, it must have been. The witcher nodded. “I’d like some.”

Ah there it was. Dandelion had not told him. He was a clutter brain often. She kept reminding him to pay her. She made sure she was paid. She didn’t care about the other girls, they like her chose to work here, chose to be whores, then they can take care of their own finances.

“So I assume Dandelion did not tell you, by the looks of it.” She said as she poured him some wine and gave him the glass with a sweet little smile. “He has spoen to us girls and arranged that you can have your pick of who you want, no charges for anything. As a friend of him, you are a friend of us.” And damns he wanted to try him between her legs.

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June has been in this establishment for a while. She had started out as one of the youngest, too young almost. She was still one of the youngest, of course, and the three girls younger than her, she took under her wings. She often either helped clean up, brought them contraceptives - paid with their money of course - or sometimes even took some of their customers on to herself because she knew they couldn’t handle them. June could. Junes whole life had been on her back basically, ever since she started out as a whore, ever since she had to. She was good at it, she knew. The other day Dandelion came in and told them about his friend, a witcher, whom he owed a lot to. He promised them to pay them, but wanted them to ask him no question and not ask for any money, just spread their legs and pleasure the witcher in whatever way he wanted. The wage he offered was laughable, so most girls were a bit disgruntled, but June wasn’t. Money was money.

She was wearing a lavender see-through shift. She wanted to get as many customers as she could, after all, that tended to work best, if they could see her body, at least the outline, and maybe her nipples. The witcher was hot, simply put. He was muscular, strong and looked like the kind of guy who could rock ones world. He looked like the kind of guy with whom sex could be enjoyable as well as a job, so June grabbed a pitcher of wine and a glass and went up to him.

“You must be Geralt. Our prime customer. Wine?”

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kreeborn‌:

John knew that it was despair that drove his father, and that he also lived in denial of being able to father children any longer. The king was old, infertile, with one foot halfway in the grave already. It’s where the despair came from to begin with. He’d rather try over and over again for a child and blame the wife than have a bastard son sitting on the throne of the kingdom and rule over land that was never meant to be his. It made things all the more sweet. He’d draw immense pleasure in mounting his fathers wife and give the old man false hopes. Lynn did make a good point. He rode out into battles frequently, and it was a matter of time when the feeble man would get what he had coming for him for the longest time.

“I believe we have an agreement then, my Queen,” he said with a small smirk. “To make it look like it might be his, I want to have you right after he beds you. I’ll make sure to show you what a real man feels like in bed.” Not to mention that he would make sure she would crave him and only him by the time she got pregnant. He’d thoroughly enjoy her, he could already tell.

“In these nights, I want you to mount me as often as you can.” She said simply. “I tell you now: Even if I can’t, even if I am sore, I want you to have me as often as you can. A child needs to stick. If I am sore, bleeding, I don’t care, II need this child.” And he wanted it, it seemed. He really wanted to get back at his father and usurp the throne that way.

“But I doubt I have to ask you for this twice. I heard about your skills. And there is the fact that your father had me just before he left, sooo.” It was only a few days ago. If she got pregnant now, he would assue it was his.

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[ eat ] - for lynn

Lynn sat on the counter of the pristine white kitchen. His rough hands were on her soft thighs, holding them apart with determination yet so very gentle, gentler than one would expect from a soldier like him. His hands were made for killing, his mouth for barking orders. Right now neither was doing what one would expect from them.

Right now his hands held her thighs so gently as his head was buried between them. His tongue flicked in soft strokes over her slick opening and clit. A shiver overcame her as the air from the air conditioner hit her heated skin. Trembling she wished for a mirror above her so she might see the mighty warrior kneeling before his own kitchen counter to lavish her center, alternating between fast and slow strokes to get her to the edge.

Lynn knew to anyone who might come in she looked utterly like a meal, his meal, his toy, his plaything. A moan escaped her at the thought because that was exactly what she enjoyed being.

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kreeborn‌:

And almost soft laugh escaped him, his breath grazing against her folds as he proceeded to deepen his licks and attack on her womanhood. She was intoxicating, downright easy to get addicted to - her taste, the heated kisses, her generous curves that were wonderfully outlined by the skin tight clothes she usually wore around him. It drove him insane with need a want, and he wanted it all, no matter the cost.

Her moans were enough to urge him to continue, but hearing her beg for more made everything all the sweeter, and when feeling her hands in his hair, keeping his head in place, Yon couldn’t help but graze his teeth against her bundle of nerves once more before sucking on her clit. Arms moved her legs on his shoulders for more leverage the moment he felt her tense up a bit more. He himself was getting aroused by the act and the sounds she made by the minute.

Yon’s intention to make her come with his tongue alone still there, the Kree increased the speed of his licks, the alternation in speed stopping. He wanted her to come, he wanted to taste her, desperately so.

Lynn felt herself being pulled slightly foward as her legs rested over his shoulders. She curled her toes, resting her feet against his bed as she leaned back, laying onto the counter. She bent her back as she moaned again. He was at this point just torturing her. It had never been easy for her to come. Yon was good at it, but usually she needed his width in her, his length, to feel so full, that she’d feel empty whenever he was not in her. And she felt empty ever since he first had her.

It seemed like this time she was dancing just on the edge of orgasm, thanks to his skill. Ever stroke, every lick sent shocks through her. Her body started to tremble as finally all seemed to go white, pleasure burst through her, her body pulsed, convulsd, trembled with the orgasm she experienced. She couldn’t even scream. Her mouth remained open in a silent ‘O’ shape as she came.

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Good earth cleavage vs good sanctum cleavage

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Being angry didn’t even cover it. He was furious. It was a new season and once again Carrington fucked all the strategies up. Once again he was out of a race, one he was about to win. He went back to the hotel, where she was. Without a word he knocked on her door, waited until she opened it and reached for her, ripping her clothes off her without much ceremony. The door was still partially open, but he kicked it closed as he pushed her forward. He turned her around and threw her onto her bed. No words were needed. At least not for him.

Without waiting, without caring if she was wet or not, he knelt onto the bed and thrust himself inside her, beginning to fuck her straight away.

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3B / lynn and vortigern

A small scream escaped Lynn. Everything was tingling, dancing on the edge between delicious pain and deep pleasure that would have her see stars before short. She was naked on the soft bed of the king, her voluptuous breasts were pressed against the velvet, her nipples scratching against them with every thrust from the king himself, scratching against the fabric, rubbing them raw with his stamina. His impressive girth was moving inside her, seeking only his pleasure in his rage. His legs pressed hers together, making her tighter in his pursuit of pleasure.

At this moment he did not care for her wellbeing, her pleasure. He sought to come. He sought to mount someone and she was at the ready, a girl working in the castle, who gave her virginity to him, who willingly gives all of her body to him, whenever he wants. And now he is taking it. Her body was burning in this position, literally, her desire for him was so high. She doubted any other man could ever satisfy her. With shaking legs, she pushed them together a bit more, to give him more friction, make herself even tighter, feel even more filled than she already did.

“My...my king...”

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kreeborn‌:

She certainly knew how to persuade a man with words and promises of power and rule over an entire kingdom in exchange for only fathering a child that would save her from certain death once his father would get tired of failures. The promise of power over their son, should they have one in the future, if her little plan went as she hoped it would, was, in truth, enough to draw him in and allow her to have an upper hand in all this. It was no secret that father and son couldn’t stand one another and were civil when need be only for the sake of upholding a reputation of a strong and unbreakable family.

Given her willingness to bed him for the sake of keeping herself alive, John did dare take steps towards the queen, coming so close to her that he was almost towering over her, piercingly blue eyes locking with hers, a hand reaching to trail down her cheek and over her curves. He’d have his fun with her for sure, and the sweetest part of it was, she would have to do as he said. John was well aware that he could sell her out to his father and call her traitor the moment she didn’t do something he liked, though at the same time, it would be all the sweeter to fuck his fathers wife.

“So you’re ready to submit to me for the sake of keeping yourself alive? And willing to spread your legs potentially twice a night?”

She saw the change in him, he was intrigued and then so clearly okay with it all. Good. That way both of them could gain something out of this situation and maybe have fun on the way. She also realized that he thought he had the upper hand. She saw it differently. There was the fact, that she was the kings wife and a woman. One wrong touch and she could have him arrested. Ah well, both had their ideas to preserve themselves, which was good. If they were to slip a baby into his fathers cradle, they had to be headstrong like that to keep that child on route to the throne.

“I am willing to do whatever it takes to get a son and stay alive.” She said simply. “He is unable to produce an heir. He is not capable of fathering a child anymore. You are.” At least she thought he was. “So yes, I am willing to spread my legs, however often it needs to be done. Naturally within the possible range of the child being his. After all it needs to look like his.”

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kreeborn‌:

What took him aback when she spoke was the fact that, unlike all other wives and mistresses his father had, she had, for a change, brains and grasped onto what was going on, how and why. John couldn’t really help the small smirk that played on his lips, nor could he deny the fact that she had him be impressed without even trying too hard. “I have, yes,” he nodded, seeing that there was absolutely no need to lie to her given that she already had seen through him with just him greeting her the way he did.

“I for a fact know that my father rarely greets his wives or mistresses with respect, so somebody has to make sure that his women are not completely seen and treated as objects.” There was no hiding that he wasn’t overly fond of his father, though then again, considering what kind of ruler he was and how he treated everybody around him, it was no surprise that nobody truly liked him and only pretended to to stay in his good graces.

As John continued listening to her, it didn’t take him too long to grasp onto what she wanted from him. He was well aware that his father was too old and to sire a child due to his old age and probably infertility as well. “You want me to father your child,” he stated bluntly, looking at her intently. “I’m the spitting image of my father, and none would be the wiser. You get to keep your head on your shoulders and my father is satisfied.

He was clever then. He had immediately caught on to what she wanted from him. And it seemed like he was not opposed. If he had been, he would have sprung up, called it treason and probably made sure her head would be severed. But she had to take the gamble. This way was the only way she could survive this. Her family wanted her on this throne, with an alliance to her older brothers country. They wanted him safe, more than her. They knew who her husband was. But they wanted the alliance for their country. She could not begrudge them that. It was security their people needed.

“And there is more, if we put a son in your fathers' cradle, that son would be the one to inherit the throne, not his cousin or his daughter by his first wife. You would usurp your fathers throne for your own son. And your father regularly goes into battle. Who knows if he comes back from the next? If it’s your son in the cradle, you could become his regent and rule the kingdom until he comes of age and by then you will have so much influence with him, you would still rule through him. And even if we go on to have daughters, your father would pay to have them married well, into grand positions. Besides, I would think you would take pleasure in mounting your fathers wife, a little revenge on him where he least expects it.”

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@bewitchedbystars

He was pissed. He was furious. He had gone into this race as the clear favorite for the championship. Luke had it in his grasp. And then Carrington happened! Carrington changed the strategy, allowing for Vettel to undercut him and then for Hamilton to the in range of crashing him and he did. And the bastard managed to drive on. Luke was out, his championship lost and Hamilto would get it.

When he came to the motor home he saw Carringtons daughter, the sweet little thing, blushing wheneverhe was around, and a plan formed in his head. He went to her and carshed his lips to hers.

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