oh to have a guard/servant assigned specifically to me, rarely leaving my side who secretly courts me and takes care of me. for once, around him, i dont need to be in control of everything. i can just relax, sometimes even submitting myself to his protection and care.
oh to dote on him, secretly indulging him with the luxuries of those of high standing. sneaking him small morsels of my meal, "losing" a ring that happens to be around his neck under his blouse.
oh to command him to care for me, to hold me, to kiss me and reassure me - but know that the order is only a formality, its what he longs for as well. eventually, he smothers me with his affection without being asked, leading to jokingly resisting and giggling until we both must stifle our laughter in my chambers.
oh to be entirely devoted to each other, hiding our love only until i become king and declare him a long lost noble - after all, those in power write the history, right?
the youngest prince who isn't used to being spoiled, becomes the favorite of another royal from a different kingdom
It all began with subtle glances whenever they met. The king is younger than they all expected, from a kingdom far away. But he is interested in their realm - for political reasons. The youngest prince, however, can't help but notice the king's eyes on him.
A weird feeling. So much attention, so many subtle smiles and soft nods in his direction. Prince finds himself touch himself at night, thinking of the king, his broad shoulders and fine skin ... His hands on his waist, having his way with him. An imagination so intoxicating.
What started as glances develops into more. The young king starts talking to him, leaves him presents despite the prince's older siblings being more important than him. Being used to this kind of treatment. Prince doesn't know what to think of it. How to react.
But it makes him fall for the king even harder. He wants more of his attention, more than the glances and short conversations. One night, the king talks to him, touches his hand as he apologises for being called to the prince's father. The touch tingles on his skin for hours.
More. He wants more.
But how does he ask for it? Is he even worthy of even more attention?
"I want you to follow me," the king mutters one night, straight into his ear, so he can feel his breath tickling his skin. Prince does, he follows the king into his chamber, who closes the door behind them, locking everyone else and reality out of this small space.
The king spoils him with the best meal he has ever had. Fine wine from his own realm, sweet and smooth. He is happy about the clothes prince is wearing, a gift a few weeks back. Prince doesn't want to wear anything else, imagining the fine fabrics to smell like the king.
Holding out his hand, the king waits for the prince to take it and leads him to the bed, fingers ghosting over buttons and laces. Prince just nods while looking into the king's eyes, who grins at him and starts undressing him, carefully and patient.
Prince finds himself beneath the king, drunk with lust, as he kisses his skin, makes his way down to his wetness where he starts licking and sucking his clit. One finger enters him, then another. He doesn't even know what exactly happens, just that he is going crazy.
"Cum for me," the king coos before he continues sucking him off and prince does as he is told, holding back a choked moan as his legs start shaking. "The night is long, my dear prince. I want to hear you. Let me help you tear down those walls you hide behind ..."
The king worships him that night, moves inside him with long and slow strokes until prince can't take it anymore, begging to be fucked. And the king fulfills his every wish, even that of taking him with him once he leaves for his own realm again.
Oh to be called Prince while moaning and begging like a desperate slut. Not caring about who hears me, the only thing that matters being the cock I'm trying to please.
Knight grabs a shaky thigh with his free hand while eating prince out, fingering him with his other hand. Prince hiccups, moans and buries his fingers in knight's short hair. As he sucks off his clit, he gets a sharp moan in return, the legs around him shake and squish him a little.
He just loves the non-verbal responses his prince gives him. He feels the goosebumps under his rough hands, the shaky legs that press themselves against him.
Prince is exactly where he wants him to be, his head empty of his duties, full of knight and pleasure instead.
A disappointed moan makes him look up when he stops and removes his fingers. "Getting impatient, are we?", he asks with a smirk and starts kissing prince's stomach, moving upwards inch by inch.
"M-more," prince whines and causes knight to shudder just by how much he wants him. He kisses and sucks at prince's neck, his fingers circling over his clit teasingly.
"Say that again," he almost growls and moves his head to look prince in the eyes.
"I want more."
Knight kisses prince on his soft lips, lets him taste his own wetness and enters a finger. "You shall receive what you ask for, your Highness."
His kisses move back down to prince's dripping wetness, cherishing every sound and response he gets.
I want to be a subby prince getting my body worshipped while sitting on my throne SO BAD. to have my personal knight on their knees in front of me, kissing my rings and begging to be allowed to touch me... all while I can't even look them in the eyes, my cheeks burning and my thighs clenching together. "please? aww, thank you my prince. does it turn you on knowing that the power you're supposed to hold over me disappears beneath my touch? shh it's okay don't worry. I'll make sure every inch of you is as loved as it should be."
i really like this particular idea and have a few different versions of it. let me know if you want more fleshed out pieces!
Having a regency/prince kink, is just, mmm. I want to get absolutely pounded while wearing a crown, having my dom degrade and praise me. I want to get overstimulated while being called "your highness".
Really just need someone who's obsessed with me to pin me down and worship me.
I need a good session of body worship. Just getting to lie back and feel kisses pressed all over my skin, from my cheeks to down along my jaw, down my neck. I wouldn't mind a few nips of teeth against my skin, just to see dark bruises form all over me. I wanna be held and kissed and doted on like a sweet spoiled Prince till my head gets fuzzy and I can't focus on a thing besides how good it feels to be treated like I'm precious.
Whimpering against my knight’s neck as he orders me ride to ride his cock on my throne. Feeling his hand guide my chin to face him, admiring and kissing my tranced out face. Telling me how cute I look when I drool my mind away for him. Whispering in my ear how cute it is that the prince is so needy for his knight’s cock. My body becoming limp and even more needy as he pulls me deeper into his trance. Feeing my body shiver when I I’m made to watch my crown being lifted from my head and see it lower onto his head. His cock thrusting into me faster, kissing me, telling me what a good little prince I am for him. Panting, he pulls my body even closer to his, whispering in my ear to cum and break for him. Trembling as I moan out in pleasure and milk his cock, feeling him quickly start to twitch and cum inside of me. His hand caressing my back while I weekly babble what’s left of my mind away. My chin being guided back to look at him, unable to do anything but let him fill my head with his control.
i love being a dom that's both masochistic and sadistic. yeah, does it hurt, sweet thing? why don't you sink your pretty puppy teeth into my neck about it? mhm, perfect. good boy. go ahead, dig your nails into my back while i fuck you. harder, pup. come on, don't be shy - make me bleed for what i'm doing to you. good puppy. fuck, you're so perfect
for far too long i'd been listening to your whines and sighs from the bath as you pleasured yourself every night. there was no way you'd make those sounds if you knew i could hear, but i could hear. slowly over the years it had driven me mad with lust.
that's how i ended up opening your washroom door, gazing down at you with a coy smirk. watching as your eyes went wide. your face and chest flushed with pleasure, and with heat from the bath.
it's my job, after all, to serve and defend you at every chance. you don't hesitate when i offer. "wouldn't it be nice to let someone take care of you for once?"
you watch with wide eyes as i take off my clothes and get into the bath, settling in behind you. the water still warm and full of fragrant bubbles.
you're uncertain, nervous. obviously desperate for my touch, but it's as unfamiliar as it is enticing. you just need to be guided.
"relax, sweet prince. just trust me." my hands find your waist, pulling you back against me. you shiver as your skin presses hot against mine under the water, and with a little encouragement you lean back against my chest with a sigh of relief, resting your head on my collarbone. i'm fully hard, my cock pressed against your back.
under the water my hands glide down to your hips, your thighs. drifting back up your sides to your ribcage, and dragging back down to spread over your waist. you bite your lip hard as my hands linger just inches away from what you really want. i can feel your every twitch of anticipation through the water.
you try to keep quiet, like you usually do when i'm not helping you. before i even touch you, you're releasing muffled whimpers. i lower my lips to your ear, pressing the softest kiss into the warm skin below it. "you don't have to keep quiet this time, darling. let me really hear you."
you jump when my fingertips brush over the tops of your thighs. slowly my hands spread over them, dragging up, further and further, back down to your knees and then up again. teasing until you're grinding back against me, and i wrap an arm around your waist to hold you tight to my chest, pressing kisses into the back of your neck while you whine and pant and clutch at the arm around your waist, your nails biting into my skin as you tense with anticipation.
please, you whimper. oh, please... your body against mine is bliss, your touch driving me wild, but i hold myself back so i can whisper in your ear; "what, sweet thing? please, what?"
you turn, hiding your face in my chest. please touch me, you breathe at last.
my fingertips drag over your cunt, earning a deep whine. you arch up into my touch, your hips bucking. the water laps at the side of the tub as you writhe at the slightest touches.
"you poor thing," i mutter in your ear. "never been properly taken care of before, have you? you've had to do all the work yourself."
you moan, confirming it. my thumb circles your clit at last, slow and steady, earning little twitches of pleasure against me. your moans rise into high, desperate whines as pleasure pulses through you. i lean down and whisper in your ear, soothing you as the bliss overwhelms you. "that's right, darling. let me take care of you. you must have needed this so badly, hm? all those years, did you really think i couldn't hear you, trying to satisfy yourself every night? you shouldn't have to muffle those pretty cries, my precious boy."
you writhe against me as the pleasure intensifies and i give you more, teasing your clit. dragging a finger through your folds, so slick and ready for me. "poor needy boy. think you're ready for something more?"
your back arches against me and your breath catches in your throat as my finger dips into your folds, dragging over your tight entrance. your thighs clench in anticipation as i tease at your pretty hole. slide my fingertip in.
you gasp deeply as i fill you with one finger, drawing it in and out while you clench and tense around me. with my other hand, i tease your clit some more and your gasps deepen into moans. soon your pretty sounds fill the bathroom while i pump a finger in and out of you and toy with your clit until you're a twitching, panting mess.
"god, so tight for me. haven't you ever had a finger in here before?" i'm sure you have, but my hands are so much bigger than yours. still, you're ready when i add a second finger, whining deeply as i stretch you open but arching into it, your legs spreading between mine. you clutch at my arm wrapped around your chest, tipping your head back against my collarbone, and moaning softly with that sweet voice of yours as i curl my fingers inside you, dragging them slowly and intentionally over the sweet spot within you.
you cry out with bliss and surprise as i pleasure you, better than you've ever been able to pleasure yourself, so well that soon your hips are bucking and your thighs are twitching as you cum into my hand, breathless with pleasure. you release weak moans as i continue, feeling you clench around my fingers as i fuck you with them. you're drowsy and overwhelmed, but every time i bring you to climax your whimpers rise into moans, and each time once it's over, you sink deeper into your haze. relaxing back against me, so vulnerable and trusting. so overwhelmed by the pleasure.
after a while the bath water goes cool, and you pant sleepily against my chest, your needs finally sated. i lift you from the bath, dry you off. dress you in your bedclothes, brush out your wet hair, and tuck you into your silken bed. i watch fondly as you sleep, painfully lovely, utterly angelic.
for far too long i'd been listening to your whines and sighs from the bath as you pleasured yourself every night. there was no way you'd make those sounds if you knew i could hear, but i could hear. slowly over the years it had driven me mad with lust.
that's how i ended up opening your washroom door, gazing down at you with a coy smirk. watching as your eyes went wide. your face and chest flushed with pleasure, and with heat from the bath.
it's my job, after all, to serve and defend you at every chance. you don't hesitate when i offer. "wouldn't it be nice to let someone take care of you for once?"
you watch with wide eyes as i take off my clothes and get into the bath, settling in behind you. the water still warm and full of fragrant bubbles.
you're uncertain, nervous. obviously desperate for my touch, but it's as unfamiliar as it is enticing. you just need to be guided.
"relax, sweet prince. just trust me." my hands find your waist, pulling you back against me. you shiver as your skin presses hot against mine under the water, and with a little encouragement you lean back against my chest with a sigh of relief, resting your head on my collarbone. i'm fully hard, my cock pressed against your back.
under the water my hands glide down to your hips, your thighs. drifting back up your sides to your ribcage, and dragging back down to spread over your waist. you bite your lip hard as my hands linger just inches away from what you really want. i can feel your every twitch of anticipation through the water.
you try to keep quiet, like you usually do when i'm not helping you. before i even touch you, you're releasing muffled whimpers. i lower my lips to your ear, pressing the softest kiss into the warm skin below it. "you don't have to keep quiet this time, darling. let me really hear you."
you jump when my fingertips brush over the tops of your thighs. slowly my hands spread over them, dragging up, further and further, back down to your knees and then up again. teasing until you're grinding back against me, and i wrap an arm around your waist to hold you tight to my chest, pressing kisses into the back of your neck while you whine and pant and clutch at the arm around your waist, your nails biting into my skin as you tense with anticipation.
please, you whimper. oh, please... your body against mine is bliss, your touch driving me wild, but i hold myself back so i can whisper in your ear; "what, sweet thing? please, what?"
you turn, hiding your face in my chest. please touch me, you breathe at last.
my fingertips drag over your cunt, earning a deep whine. you arch up into my touch, your hips bucking. the water laps at the side of the tub as you writhe at the slightest touches.
"you poor thing," i mutter in your ear. "never been properly taken care of before, have you? you've had to do all the work yourself."
you moan, confirming it. my thumb circles your clit at last, slow and steady, earning little twitches of pleasure against me. your moans rise into high, desperate whines as pleasure pulses through you. i lean down and whisper in your ear, soothing you as the bliss overwhelms you. "that's right, darling. let me take care of you. you must have needed this so badly, hm? all those years, did you really think i couldn't hear you, trying to satisfy yourself every night? you shouldn't have to muffle those pretty cries, my precious boy."
you writhe against me as the pleasure intensifies and i give you more, teasing your clit. dragging a finger through your folds, so slick and ready for me. "poor needy boy. think you're ready for something more?"
your back arches against me and your breath catches in your throat as my finger dips into your folds, dragging over your tight entrance. your thighs clench in anticipation as i tease at your pretty hole. slide my fingertip in.
you gasp deeply as i fill you with one finger, drawing it in and out while you clench and tense around me. with my other hand, i tease your clit some more and your gasps deepen into moans. soon your pretty sounds fill the bathroom while i pump a finger in and out of you and toy with your clit until you're a twitching, panting mess.
"god, so tight for me. haven't you ever had a finger in here before?" i'm sure you have, but my hands are so much bigger than yours. still, you're ready when i add a second finger, whining deeply as i stretch you open but arching into it, your legs spreading between mine. you clutch at my arm wrapped around your chest, tipping your head back against my collarbone, and moaning softly with that sweet voice of yours as i curl my fingers inside you, dragging them slowly and intentionally over the sweet spot within you.
you cry out with bliss and surprise as i pleasure you, better than you've ever been able to pleasure yourself, so well that soon your hips are bucking and your thighs are twitching as you cum into my hand, breathless with pleasure. you release weak moans as i continue, feeling you clench around my fingers as i fuck you with them. you're drowsy and overwhelmed, but every time i bring you to climax your whimpers rise into moans, and each time once it's over, you sink deeper into your haze. relaxing back against me, so vulnerable and trusting. so overwhelmed by the pleasure.
after a while the bath water goes cool, and you pant sleepily against my chest, your needs finally sated. i lift you from the bath, dry you off. dress you in your bedclothes, brush out your wet hair, and tuck you into your silken bed. i watch fondly as you sleep, painfully lovely, utterly angelic.
you don't understand i want to be a dainty little prince so bad and have a hot knight grab me roughly and pin me against the wall when no one is watching, littering kisses and bite marks on my jaw, neck and shoulders before leaving me a wobbling mess in the hallway
Obedient pups that try to be bratty but the second they're even slightly intimidated they fall to their knees, tearing up and apologizing for even thinking about disobeying. >>>>>
desperately want to be someone’s personal little porn star !!!! film me while you ruin my little cunt and then watch it whenever you want !!! even show your friends while i’m sitting right there !!!! i’m yours to use and record !
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