Mmmm a royal family of werewolves, the country is a constitutional monarchy, but the royal family still holds sway over banks and such.
You as a diplomatic envoy, visit and stay in a small guest house on the royal grounds, not expecting to find the oldest of the royal children, a werewolf with deep reddish brown fur and nearly three decades of life experience, royal training, and graces taught to him, kneeling on the bed you'd been sleeping in humping against the pillow you used.
Telling him not to stop on your behalf, looking him over as you move closer.
Ignoring the whimper he lets out and settling into place on the bed, pulling the handkerchief you've been using to dab at sweat from the different climate, and shoving it into his face. Watching as he shudders and whines again, hips starting to move, soft yellow eyes watching you as he fucks himself against the pillow.
Kicking off your shoes from the day as you settle more on the bed, shifting so that you are sitting in front of him, watching more intentionally as he holds the handkerchief to his face on his own, whole body shaking as he seems to be stopping himself from cumming.
Just an older, unmarried, werewolf prince with a massive crush on one of the visiting diplomats. He's humping your pillow, stealing your handkerchiefs or laundry when you're at the palace, just desperate to get a solid hit of the scent he's enamored with.
i cannot begin to explain the emotions i feel every day knowing that this post i made in the middle of playing tf2 when i was 16 is going to be the one thing of mine that has made the largest impact on the world by a fucking mile
Rules like "you can't cum without my permission" or "you have to be on your knees in front of the door when I get home" are really great and I think everyone likes them.
But when you make rules like that, don't forget to make rules like "you have to eat three meals a day, drink enough, and go out for at least half an hour."
Take more care of your baby boys/girls/subs, including in everyday life. Show them that you care about them, that you like them and that you care if they do well. Make sure your sub can always come to you if something is difficult for him/her and they need help. Make it clear to them that you only want the best for them, even if your relationship is only sexual.
Also, if your sub has a safe word to let you know that you should stop immediately because they don't like it, they should have also another word that they can say when they particularly like something. Many subs are too shy to say it out loud or can't communicate well, which is why we should try to make it as easy as possible for them to express their feelings.
love the idea of two boyfriends who take turns on you all night. every time you thing its over, ten minutes later a stiff cock is nudging at your cunt again-
and they urge each other on, shit talking about how the other isnt making you cum hard enough, how he's not gonna be able to get hard again-
a) You are the only one at the party who's hypnotized, and you can't help but do everything exactly as your owner tells you to. You strip, squat, service, respond like a good trained little thing and you can't stop yourself. Everyone is wowed and amazed at what a brainwashed whore you are. Your cheeks are hot and tears run down your face as your friends use you like a sex toy, knowing their opinion of you has forever changed. But you smile and bob your head and lick and swallow whatever they say because your owner said so.
or
b) Everyone else at the party is hypnotized but you. Your owner has tied you up and is slowly cutting your clothes off of you, being disgusting and perverted in front of all your friends, but they're behaving as though nothing is odd at all. If you call out for help they look at you like you're crazy. Your owner shoves you onto the table, disturbing the food and tableware. One by one your friends start groping you, abusing you, all while chatting jovially with each other as though they were just having a normal dinner. You know they won't remember a single part of any of this, but that deep down they each would fuck you like this again without any hesitation.
You deserve love now. Not once you lose weight. Not once you accomplish that thing. Not once you move. Not once you get on medication. Not once you start therapy. Not once you get that job. Not once you're more like them. Now. You don't have to earn the right to be loved. You deserve it right now, and always have.
I saw this video a while ago of this girl jerking off a boy and kissing him all over, he was covered in lipstick marks and whimpering while she praised him and just
You had been feeling confident today, dressed in your favorite skirt as you strode along. Hopping on the bus you shuffled through towards the back, no empty seats meant you were forced to stand. With one hand you firmly held the overhead bar to steady yourself on the bumpy ride. More people filed in. It was cramped but not suffocatingly so.
Watching the streets pass by through the window you felt someone graze your ass. It must have been an accident, there were so many people in there they probably didn't even notice they touched you.
You ignored it until it happened again, and again, the strokes becoming less gentle and more frequent. Looking over your shoulder you opened your mouth to say something to the man behind you but you were interrupted by his hand clamping over it. Using your free hand you tried to pull it away but he held onto your face tightly.
You wiggled a bit, trying to break free. His other hand grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed. You let out a muffled yelp. He kneaded the fat, quietly groaning to himself. You tried kicking back at him but the angle was all wrong and you kept missing him.
His hand crept up your waist, slithering under your shirt. You shivered at how his cold hands felt dancing across the skin of your stomach. He palmed at your breasts over your bra, beginning to subtly grind his aching cock against you. Prodding just below the top of your bra cup he found your nipple and pinched it hard. Your eyes started to water as he twisted and pulled the bud.
His hot laboured breaths hovered past your ear. Your struggle reignited when your felt him snake his hand down, down, down, dipping under the waistband of your panties. His fingers explored your folds, experimentally fanning them apart. You writhed and squeaked sounds of protest.
A women sat in front of you noticed your frantic fidgeting. Looking up to meet your eyes, she looked at you in shock. Desperately you tried to convey through your gaze that you needed help. Before she could respond to your silent plea, your eyes rolled back at the intrusion of his middle finger sinking itself inside your pussy.
The man was finished with the teasing touches. From his suppressed moans and rapid breathing you could tell he felt like a feral animal, caged but still seeking the stimulation he craved.
His digit pounded deep into your cunt, curling just the right way to bully your g-spot. He added another finger, stretching your hole some more. You tried to regain your focus on the woman seated in front of you. You were appalled to she her eyes jumping from your crotch to your fucked out face as she had her own hand down her pants rubbing herself.
You hated how the way he rubbed against the walls of your pussy shot waves of pleasure through you. Or how your rational mind was being chipped away with every thrust against the gummy spot inside you. Or how your molestation was so overwhelming to watch that a stranger chose to pleasure herself to it rather than stop it.
As lust overtook reason you melted into his touch. He rewarded your compliance by removing the hand over your mouth and instead shoving the fingers past your lips. You mindlessly sucked on them, earning a groan of approval from him.
Adding a third finger, he quickened his pace. The coil in your core grew and grew. At this point you didn't care about the squelching sounds coming from your cunt. You were white knuckling your grip on the support bar above as it was the only thing keeping you upright. Whimpering at the stimulation, you sounded like a pathetic mutt. When he pressed his thumb to your clit you broke, squirting all over his hand and your underwear. Your jaw dropped, your body quivered, and you violently jolted as you rode out your orgasm.
The man's hands retreated. At the next stop he give your ass a smack as he pushed past you to exit the bus. At the doorway you saw him look back at you, licking his fingers with a devilish smirk before waving goodbye.
