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đŚđđşđşđŽđżđ: You and Kenny find yourselves hanging out in your bedroom again when an idea of a makeover to transform him into Princess Kenny strikes.
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đđźđťđđ˛đťđ đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ: smut; fem reader; feminization; biting; hickeys; little blood; mdom; roleplay; dirty talk; vaginal penetration; choking; mouth spitting; squirting; creampie
Alas, I make my return after not posting any writing on here for two months. This one is a little different than the others because Princess Kenny isn't in her regular costume :0 this Princess Kenny is closer to Kenny than the rest, and a good portion of this oneshot is banter between her and reader and less smut-driven. This part is to kind of move the plot forward a bit as well. Happy Friday the 13th ;)
In the solitude of your bedroom, a familiar knock sounded out. It came from your window, the one youâd grown accustomed to opening the past couple of weeks after Princess Kenny had entered your life. You hadnât seen her in a while, Cartman and the rest growing tired of roleplaying the stick of truth over and over. You couldnât place the blame on them for not seeing your princess since the initial bedroom encounter a couple of weeks ago; however, youâd be fibbing if you said you didnât miss her. Â
It was Kenny who was at the window, not your princess. The two of you had been getting to know each other more, much to your delight. Kenny was just as sweet and funny as youâd seen him act around his friends. He had a soft spot for you, though, since you were his girlâwell... youâd like to call yourself his girlfriend, but he hadnât asked yet.
Discomfort swirled in your belly when you fixated on the title of your relationship too much. You wanted it to happen, but were too afraid to approach him first. Heâd be the one to ask you when or if heâd ever be ready. The if of it all scared you. What if he didnât want to be in a relationship with you? You kind of addressed the elephant in the room last time, and Kenny admitted to having real feelings for you, ones that you embraced and welcomed, but then, you fucked. It was amazing, just like the first time, but looking back on it now, maybe you shouldâve taken more time discussing the future of your relationship. Oh, well, you didnât, and now here you were, walking over to unlock your bedroom window for Kenny, your situationship.
With a small sigh, you brushed the curtains to the side, revealing your favorite blonde crouched in front of your window, cloaked in his usual orange parka. With swiftness, you unlocked the window and pulled it up so that the man of your dreams could come crawling through like routine.
âHey, babe,â Kenny greeted, âgot something for ya.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the familiar nickname. No matter how many times he said it, it always hits deep in your chest.
âOh? A present for me?â You jested, batting your eyelashes as you stared up at him through them.
âYeah, silly, a present for my favorite girl.â
Your head bowed somewhat as your smile dropped from your face. You really wished heâd just ask you to be his girlfriend already.
âTurn around,â Kenny commanded with regality, leading you to face away from him by the shoulders.
You obeyed, like a good knight. Kenny gently pushed any hair on your neck away so he could get a clear view of what to do. Before you knew it, a thin chain was draped over your shoulders and down the center of your chest. A necklace.
âAlmost got it.â Kenny fumbled with the lobster clasp, finally hooking it and letting it fall, shifting your hair back to its original spot, âThere.â
You looked down at the small emerald necklace. It was beautiful. Kenny bought a gift for you. It mustâve meant something. You smiled, warmth spreading across your entire body as you turned back to face him, enveloping him in a tight embrace, and planting a deep kiss smack on his lush lips.
You pulled away as Kennyâs eyes darted from yours back down to your lips, âThank you, I love it, itâs so pretty.â
A faint blush tinted his cheeks, more apparent when he grinned at you before bringing you in for another kiss, âYouâre welcome.â
It was elegant, mustâve been expensive too, by the looks of it. You knew Kenny didnât have much to spend, usually living paycheck to paycheck, but somehow he still found the time and money to buy you a present just like a real boyfriend would.
His arms fell from their hold around your waist and back to his side. âSo whatâs on the agenda for today?â
You thought about it, not having come up with much of a plan. Honestly, youâd be fine just chilling here with him for the day, maybe binge-watching some shows thatâve been on your guysâ watchlist.
âWe can just chill here for now if thatâs okay with you.â You fiddled with your hands.
âYou bet.â Kenny practically dove onto your bed, removing his jacket and shoes to snuggle into it.
You giggled and crawled in behind him, reaching for the TV remote and turning it on.
After about an hour of watching a random show you had a hard time focusing on, you decided to propose an interesting idea that had been eating away at you for the past thirty minutes. A makeover.
Obviously, Kenny didnât dress up today, and you knew he wasnât currently prepared to turn back into a Japanese princess, but with a little makeup and a dress pulled from your closet over there, heâd certainly be a step closer.
You sighed. You couldnât help itâyou missed your princess so much. You missed roleplaying with the others, as much of a degenerate as that made you sound. It wasnât just about sex, either. You could have sex with Kenny right now, in his true form, but still, something just drew you to the princess.
âWhatâre you sighinâ for?â He turned back to look at you with amusement, clutching your arm wrapped around his waist to cuddle back into you.
âMmm, I was just thinking we could try something.â Your eyes darted to your vanity.
âLike what?â Kenny mused, turning to face you more.
âLike a makeover, get you into character.â You offered.
âOh yeah? You wanna roleplay, babe?â He chuckled, turning to face you entirely.
âIâm always down for anything.â He smiled lazily up at you from his lying position on your bed.
So, there you stood in front of him as he sat in the chair of your vanity, turned outward to face your bed. You admired his pretty face, taking in each freckle that scattered across his nose and puffy cheeks. Every time you saw him, costume or not, he never failed to amaze you with his beauty. You didnât know how something so pretty could come out of a hick town like South Park, but it wasnât for you to figure out. All you had to understand was that he was here with you, sitting down in front of you in all his glory.
âYou already look kinda like a girl to begin with.â You chuckled lowly as you blushed his cheeks with your powder brush.
He had already been primed and lathered in a thin layer of lightweight foundation so that his cute freckles wouldnât completely disappear under his makeup. After patting his face with blush, you closed the palette, deciding against using contour since it most likely didnât exist in the land of Kupa Keep.
âWell, of course.â Kenny mused with a feminine, light, airy voice that turned you on beyond belief.
You responded with a quick hum, busting out your eyeliner pen. You decided to go with something natural, keeping it as realistic as possible in a fantasy realm.
âI know itâs only been a few weeks, but I miss roleplaying.â You never thought youâd have to admit that aloud.
Kenny grinned, âYouâre a loser like us now.â
âYouâre not a loser. The rest of them... yeah, they suck.â You thought about it.
Kenny had always been the most mature anyway, even when you all were kids.
âYouâre just sayinâ that cause you want to get under my skirt.â He joked with that southern twang you grew to adore, looking down for a second in disappointment as if he just realized he was wearing his usual grungey cargo pants.
âNo, I mean it. Youâre better than those guys, have more potential, brains, and skills.â
Kenny playfully rolled his eyes, âIf you say so.â
The makeup was going well until you messed up part of the small eyeliner wing.
âDamn, I smudged it.â You scoffed in frustration; it was all going too smoothly for something not to go wrong.
You always managed to make a small mistake when applying your own makeup. You took a cotton swab from your vanity; you always kept a small bag of them nearby for instances like this. You doused it in micellar water before wiping off the rest of the smudged wing, along with the bit of foundation under it. You sighed at your mistake, taking your beauty blender back into your hand to apply a little foundation on the spot where it was wiped away.
âAll good?â He asked, trying his best to sit still and control his bouncing knee.
âYeah, I fixed it.â You finished dabbing the slightly damp sponge and put it down to pick up the eyeliner pen again, popping the cap off.
Your princess in the making hummed in contentment.
Deciding to go back to conversation, while you perfected her eyeliner, you spoke, âYouâre at the very least better than Cartman, since you donât believe me.â
Kenny laughed harder that time, catching you off guard, but your focus remained on the task at hand.
âThe same Cartman who has a crush on you? Nah, babe, Iâm no better than him.â Kenny giggled again, trying to keep his eyes shut.
It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room. You coughed a few times in utter disbelief. Your hand was brought away from Kennyâs left eye, so you didnât somehow end up poking it out with the felt-tipped eyeliner.
âCartman doesnât have a crush on me.â
âOh, yes, he does.â Kenny laughed again, struggling to keep his eyes closed as his eyeliner dried.
âNo way.â It couldnât be; he didnât even seem like the type to crush on anyone.
Although Kenny did know him better than you.
âHe totally does, heâs coming for my girl.â He joked again, evidently not taking his friendâs feelings seriously.
You could only stand there in shock, eyes staring blankly at the front of Kennyâs worn band tee. Your pretty boy finally opened his eyes, figuring the eyeliner had dried by now and curious about your lack of response.
âWhatâs going on up there?â Kenny reached up to knock on your forehead.
âHey!â You pushed him off as he broke out in laughter again.
He didnât seem worried or concerned by the thought of Cartman liking you, so you supposed it wasnât that serious. Plus, he was probably overexaggerating.
âWhat makes you think he likes me?â You put the cap on the pen, admiring the makeup on your beautiful canvas.
âYou didnât notice the way he was looking at you when we dropped off the cereal bomb? Or when we came out of the tent afterâyou know.â
âFirst, no. Second, he was probably just flustered after he found us fucking in his mom's yard sale tent.â You retorted.
âI donât know why youâre trying to fight this so hard, babe. Donât you appreciate the kingâs little crush on his knight?â
You scoffed in amusement, still in disbelief.
âPlus, I know. Iâve been around him our whole lives, and itâs not just that. Heâs been kinda eyeing you every time we play the game for the past couple of months.â
You grabbed your frosty highlighter, with a hint of regal gold gleaming inside, and took a small brush to it, gliding it across the inner corner of both his eyes. You swallowed, processing the information, taking his word for it. He was the smartest of the group, as you previously noted.
âI believe you, I just donât know why.â No amount of pondering could help you better understand the workings of Eric Cartmanâs mind.
âWell, why wouldnât he? Look at you.â Kenny gestured his right hand to pan over you.
You followed his hand with your eyes, looking down at your body. Itâs not like you were unappealing, but you wouldnât flag yourself as Cartmanâs type, or maybe you were just the kings, yeah, that was probably it.
You finished up with the highlighter in the corners of his eyes and moved on to the chunky glitter. Not exactly what youâd see decorating a medieval half-orc princess, but nonetheless fitting for your girl.
âClose your eyes, my leige.â You beckoned, met with utter obedience.
With another flat brush, you dipped it into the glitter pot and dabbed it over her thin eyelids. For a second, you could feel her eyeball move underneath, sending a shiver up your spine before snickering at the odd sensation.
âSorry.â Kenny giggled with you.
With a few gentle pats to each eye, your princess was shining as bright as the North Star. Her eyes fluttered open with elegance; the holographic shade complemented her baby blue irises perfectly. The revelation almost made you choke at how beautiful Kenny was. A warmth spread over your body, and you couldnât help but lean in to kiss your princess.
As if she already saw it coming, her eyes returned to closure in preparation for your lips meeting hers. The kiss was wet right off the bat, making a loud squelching sound as you pulled away, intending to finish up her makeup with a nice lipstick or shiny gloss. The princess had other plans, however, dragging you by the back of your neck with both hands.
You let out a surprised squeal but melted into it nonetheless, unable to deny the temptation of her pouty lips. Her hands slipped up into your hair to beckon you closer. You hadnât planned for a makeout session mid-makeover, but who were you to complain about Kennyâs mouth against yours, moving and lapping at yours as if youâd just returned home from war.
She moaned into the kiss, sucking and slobbering all over your bottom lip. You could barely keep up, but breathing could wait; it would have to. You came closer, slotted between Princess Kennyâs open legs as she wrapped them around your own to hold you near.
Her soft moans were enough to send you over the edge; you absentmindedly ground up against her front. The forward motion of your rocking hips wasnât subtle enough to go unnoticed by her. The careful hands in your hair trailed down your waist like silk.
Soft pants released in between kisses, but the two of you werenât apart for long, always coming back to connect once more. Your princessâs hands trailed up and down your waist, gripping occasionally as you dove back into her awaiting mouth with your tongue.
It was just as youâd remembered. You didnât know who it took for Kenny to get this good at kissing, but you made a note to internally thank them later.
You hadnât realized how much of a biter the princess was. Was she always this aggressive, or did she just miss you that much?
First, it was your bottom lip, then the nips moved to the top. Her front teeth held your lips captive in their grip, stalling release. She switched, gnawing at them like a piece of meat she scavenged in the woods whilst hunting. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât shocked at her desperation, knowing by now your mouth would be decorated in sweet bruises. The hurt felt good, though, especially coming from someone usually so graceful and gentle.
Before you knew it, you were out of breath again, pulling back to revel at the small string of saliva formed between you until it broke in the center. Princess Kennyâs eyes immediately landed on your swollen, red lips, adorned with darker splotches littering both the top and bottom. For a moment, her expression flashed concern, but upon taking in your delirious expression, she allowed a smirk to creep over her sweet face.
You turned to your right to look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes widening as the tips of your fingers swiped against your puffy, swollen lips, a little blood spreading along a section of the bottom one. You tilted your head, you didnât hate it, sure, it hurt a bit, but felt good at the same time. Your eyes flickered over the rest of your face and then to Kennyâs, who was staring at you through the mirror with a mischievous glint.
âI havenât even finished your makeup yet.â Your finger slid down and over your lip, arm falling back to your side.
âAw, Iâm sorry. You can finish now.â Princess Kenny smiled at you from her throne.
You scoffed in amusement, never failing to be entertained by the princessâs antics as if she were the court jester.
âI didnât know you had a thing for hardcore biting.â She found it impossible to wipe the grin off her face as her eyelids closed again; she knew.
âThat wasnât hardcore.â
It was true, she had reawakened a dormant kink for you last time. Well, it wasnât even a kink, really. Who didnât like biting? However, maybe biting of that nature was too far for some people; you hadnât a clue.
âOh?â Kennyâs eye peered open at you, noticing you holding a tube of lipstick in your grasp.
âWhat? It wasnât, you couldâve been rougher, but still took me off guard.â You softly applied the pink lipstick to her unbitten pair.
âYou liked it thoughââ She opened her eyes, âright?â
âYeah. I do have a thing for biting.â
Kenny laughed again, awaiting your next move, eyes never leaving you.
âHmm, should I add lip gloss?â You held up a clear tube to show her.
âYes!â Princess Kenny bounced in her chair with excitement.
The clear gloss was then smoothed over, making them shine like silk.
âHow do I look?â She posed for you, flinging her mid-length hair and bangs away from her eyes.
That was another thing you liked about Kenny, how he wasnât afraid of long hair; you actually thought it suited him better, even though it was barely past his shoulders.
âPerfect, but thereâs one last thing I forgot.â You reached inside your makeup bag, scavenging for the tube of mascara to give her look a final pop.
Once you found and opened it, Kenny was reluctant to let it near his eyes, but eventually leaned back in, trusting you and the makeover process. Once both top and bottom lashes were coated, you took a step back to admire your artwork.
He really looked like a girl now, with soft fluttering lashes and rosy cheeks, a face suited for a princess. Whenever Kenny did his own makeup for roleplay, it was never this elaborate; just some rouge on the lips and cheeks with a little mascara, maybe. But now he looked suited for a royal ball in the tent of Kupa Keep.
You turned the chair completely to face the vanity mirror so she could see the finished product.
âWow, you should go to school for this or something. I look hot,â Kenny remarked, never failing to be honest.
You admired him quietly for a moment before snapping back to reality. A dressâthat was all Princess Kenny was missing.
âNow, stand up. We need to find you a dress to change into.â You walked over to your closet, swinging it open to search for something that would suit her, fit her just right, so you could tear it off later.
Her eyes widened as she let out a gasp, âYou have a gown for me to wear, my knight?â
âNot quite, I still have to find it, youâre free to come choose one.â You shuffled through all your familiar clothes with ease, searching for something, anything that would suit her perfectly.
âNo, Iâm content to sit in my throne. Iâll trust the decision-making to you this time. You have good judgment, sweet knight.â
You internally rolled your eyes, recognizing the excuse; you knew Kenny couldnât care less what you put him in or through.
After sorting past a few more garments you hadnât worn since high school, you stumbled upon it, the perfect ballgown. It wasnât really a ball gown, more like a floral sundress in Princess Kennyâs signature purple. White, pink, and orange flowers adorned the knee-length dress, which was tied into a bow at the waist, with green leaf patterning covering it. The fabric was soft enough not to scratch her pretty skin and was the perfect size for a snug enough fit.
âI got it.â You smirked, already picturing her in the attire.
Princess Kenny looked back over her shoulder, a sound of awe escaping her pink lips as she heard the amazing news. Her eyes fell on the dress, and a genuine smile escaped as she flashed her crooked teeth.
She stood up, walking toward you to feel the dress in your hand, âItâs nice, thank you, baby.â
The moment felt almost domestic and completely out of character; looking into her eyes, you relished it.
âI wish I could afford to buy nice dresses like this sometimes.â Her soft smile remained, and from that moment forward, youâd promised yourself youâd protect it with your life.
It was almost melancholic in a way. Kenny deserved nice things, and although heâd never cross-dressed outside of Princess Kenny, youâd be honored to go through that experience with him and shower him in lots of dresses.
âWell, until the day you can, Iâll be your supplier.â You gave him a kiss on the cheek so as not to mess up his perfectly glossy lipstick.
âThanks, babe, now turn around, your princess has to change.â She waved you to do a full 180, and you complied, now facing the outlook of your bedroom.
You could hear fabric shifting behind you, the unclasping of her belt, and the overhead motion of her removing her shirt. You could drool at the mental image you were presented with. Kenny was perfect in every way, including his slim body.
âOkay, you can turn around.â Princess Kenny said, smoothing out the dress over her body.
You, as always, obeyed, staring in amazement at the sight in front of you. It was less regal, less costumey, and more real, as if she were the girl next door.
The way Kenny looked right now would make any of the guys question their sexuality, not like they werenât all already a little gay, but besides that, anyone would fall for someone who looked so beautiful.
âYouâre so perfect.â It was all you could say, too busy admiring.
The dress was a little shorter on her, coming a few inches above her knees, adding to her charm.
Kennyâs cheeks flushed lightly, unexpecting to hear that. Heâd never admit it in front of everyone else, but for one of the only times in his life, he felt perfect, too.
âThanksââ He paused, regaining composure, âmy knight.â
You fiddled with his bare hands, thinking about what came next, âWhat now?â
Kenny thought, looking up, âWell, I could bite you some more.â
Just like that, your flushed girl had that familiar, mischievous smirk plastered across her cute face, her pink lips curled into a small smile.
âCalm down, princess.â You backed away as she strode closer in small steps.
The back of your knees eventually hit the bed, causing you to tumble back, staring straight up at your ceiling. Princess Kenny simply sat beside you, looking over at the sight.
âWell, youâre the supposed biting fiend, unless you canât handle the forceful bite of an orc.â
With how girly she looked right now, you forgot all about how she was supposed to be part orc.
âHow are you an orc with no fangs?â You retorted, pointing to her closed lips.
She opened her mouth, holding her bottom lip in between her fingers and looking down as if she could see the inside. Sure enough, they were regular human teeth, no fangs like her usual get-up sported. She pondered for a moment before remembering something that would be a surprise to you.
The glue-on vampire fangs Kenny usually wore were in his pants pocket, a few feet away. He eyed the pile of clothes abandoned by the closet, turning to you again with that snarky smile.
It was like he knew something you didnât. You followed the brief glance to the pile of clothes, perplexed by what he was planning.
Another second passed before Kenny flung himself off the bed and onto the floor, crawling to his discarded clothes. He scattered about, reaching for his baggy cargo pants, specifically the pockets. You sat up on your elbows, puzzled, like you were watching his brain go into overdrive. Eventually, he got hold of the two small fake fangs, the ones he wore whenever he cosplayed Princess Kenny. You were in shock and confused about why he was just carrying them around. Waiting for the opportunity to strike, perhaps?
Whatever the reason was, it was amusing, you laughed, âWhy do you even have those?â
âI think I took them off last time I was in costume and put them in my pocket.â He explained.
âWell, how are you going to transform into an orc if you donât have any glue?â You asked matter-of-factly.
âWho said I donât have the glue?â Kenny reached back into his pants pocket to pull out a tiny tube of dental adhesive of some sort.
âTheyâre just gonna pop off if you start biting me really hard.â You commented, excited to see where this was going.
You allowed your body to fall back down on the bed, allowing Kenny time to glue the vampire fangs on his lower teeth to emulate the orc princess he was. It didnât take long for the glue to dry. He fanned the fangs down with his hand while waiting, slipping the adhesive back into its original pocket.
The teeth always reminded you of those vamp kids you guys used to go to school with; you briefly wondered what they were up to now. Regardless, the fangs were a nice addition to Princess Kennyâs character and completed it in the same way the emerald necklace did, similar to the necklace you were wearing now.
Once he was done, Kenny crawled back onto the bed, this time over you. His hair dipped down, filling in any empty space over your body as he leaned down to give you a deep, short kiss, transferring the sticky gloss over to your lips. To be honest, you werenât sure youâd ever get over this flustered feeling in your stomach every time he looked at you.
âReady to get mauled?â He asked in an airy, feminine, yet unusually deep voice for Princess Kenny.
You simply looked up into his crystal eyes and nodded, secretly hoping the fangs would penetrate deep.
Without further ado, Princess Kenny made her move, starting at your neck this time, since your sweet lips were already puffy and pink from lipstick transfer. You gasped as you felt her teeth sink in just below your jaw. You swallowed, and your princess followed your Adam's apple down your neck, finding new places to sink her teeth in.
So far, her fangs held up, digging into your skin, yet still missing the raw sharpness of her real teeth, despite being more blunt. You didnât have to look down to feel the damp wetness of spit on your neck as pain and pleasure flooded your senses; you could feel yourself getting wet already. A small moan escaped you as you tilted your head back, granting her more access. You wish you werenât wearing a t-shirt right now, regretting not opting for something looser or off-the-shoulder.
âMm, you really like getting bit, huh?â Princess Kenny cooed, her voice sounded similar to Kennyâs real voice right now, happy and amused.
âI told you.â You dragged your speech out, at her mercy and craving her bite.
Princess Kenny pulled away slightly to admire your sweet expression. Your lips werenât the only thing flushed; it awoke something inside her, beckoning to be let out.
âLift up.â She commanded, her voice soft yet demanding.
âYes, princess.â You obeyed, lifting your torso off the bed, only for her to yank your top over your head.
Guess your shirt choice didnât matter after all.
She attacked lower, gnawing at your collar like a dog with its bone. You knew your neck was marked with hickeys; you only hoped the rest of your body would receive the same treatment from her maw.
âI want to thank you.â She said in between squelching wet kisses and bites.
You gasped as she bit down lower, on your breast, just above your bra.
âFor what?â You questioned, mind already blurry as your wetness soaked your inner thighs.
âEverythinâ. Being my knight, being sweet and understanding, liking me, fucking me.â Her voice grew rough, she bit back down, harder than ever before, and you felt it, bucking your hips up to meet hers.
âNo need to thank me, Iâm always going to be at your service, princess.â Your strained voice explained, the bite on your chest still stung; it was euphoric.
âNo, this time Iâm going to be at your service. Iâll show you how good I can take care of you.â She kissed sloppily across the lining of your bra, reaching around to unclamp it.
âYou have been.â You said, reaching down to fiddle with your necklace.
âNot in this way.â Princess Kenny, all the ravaging took your nipple into her mouth, sucking at it like something was supposed to come out.
She switched between your tits, always gentle with your nipples, yet rough with the fatty flesh that was your tits. You could feel the mix of stickiness of her spit and the lip gloss all over your body, and you knew your body was pink from the shade that suited her delicate lips so well.
âYour skin tastes so good.â She choked out between vicious gnaws and suction. You knew youâd get absolutely wrecked after whatever she had planned.
âWhat are you gonna do to me?â Your shaky voice asked, getting off at just the thought of her leaving your skin bruised.
âIâm going to be the one in charge this time. Need to show youââ She chewed at where your ribs were, âhow thankful I am.â
âDo whatever you want to me, need you so bad.â You searched for friction wherever you could find it, settling for repeated bucks up into her hard on.
Your princess looked up, made contact with your teary eyes, and smiled, âIâm gonna tear you up.â
Her words caused an involuntary groan to escape your lips. Some bitemarks hurt; you could still feel the pulsating sting and writhed at the sensation, you didnât know pain could feel this good.
âGood.â You responded, allowing her to take control for the first time.
The biting continued as Princess Kenny held your waist in a tight grip, massaging you with her thumbs. Even the hold was rough, unlike her usual delicacy.
âI wanna just live inside you forever.â She kissed above your bottoms, yanking them off in ragged pulls until your legs were completely bare.
This time felt primal, more real than ever before. You felt her words course through you; you accepted and treasured them, clinging to every syllable. It was predatory, as if she were the orc queen and you the prey boar in the forest. Only, she cared about you, worshipped you almost all the while consuming you from the inside out.
You werenât wearing panties. The princess was too caught up in her feast to comment, opting for a flashed smirk as she bit your mons hard, sucking at whatever fat she could get from it. You gasped, taking hold of her real hair as you pushed her down further into it. As much as youâd like for her to eat your pussy right now, you were impatient and needy for her cock.
You thrashed as she let go, licking a stripe back up to your belly button and biting that too, leaving no spot unbitten, unlicked, or unsucked.
âNeed youâprincess, I need you inside of me, please.â You pleaded, wet beyond belief, probably soaking the bed below you.
She lifted up, stroking your cheek like you were made of porcelain, as if she werenât ravaging the rest of you. âYou sound so beautiful when you beg, but you donât have to this time. Iâm at your service.â
You could cry from sentiment and pleasure. âBut I want to, I love you so much, and I need your girlcock inside me so bad.â
Now that was a word you hadnât used before; it slipped out so naturally.
âFuck.â Your princess whispered under her breath, âI need you too, call it that again for me?â
You nodded so fast it felt like your neck was about to break off. You reached up under the flowy sundress, searching for Kennyâs boxers to pull down so you could finally see what youâve been craving, only to be met with soft lace.
Princess Kenny was no stranger to wearing panties, but Kenny? Itâs not like he was coming here expecting roleplay sex.
âPanties?â You were already a mess, you pussy throbbed at the divulgence, you needed her now.
âYeah, sometimes I wear them out of character now, I donât know, feels kinda nice... not literally though, boxers are way more comfy.â Kenny chuckled as you trailed your finger across the lace.
They were a pretty baby pink color. Her cock was hard, barely contained by the thin fabric as precum stained the front. It was the hottest thing youâd ever seen.
âTheyâre pretty, youâre such a pretty girl, Kenny.â
You began tugging the lacy garments down her thighs. Kenny helped, as flustered and caught off guard as she was, cheeks matching her panties.
Before they could descend over her knees, you had an idea, âwaitââ the princess halted, âleave them on, want you to wear them while you fuck me with your girlcock.â
Princess Kenny admired your mind, pulling them back up and pushing them aside to reveal her cock.
She throbbed every time you spoke; you couldnât help but watch. She was staring back, eyes cascading along your naked body, admiring all the hickeys you adorned like jewels.
Princess Kenny didnât dare to speak another word, too flustered by yours to form any coherent thoughts at the moment. All she could do was obey, just as she had so many times before. Now, even when she was the one in control, it was still all she fantasized about.
She aligned her cock with your soaking cunt. There was no need for foreplay when your pussy was this soaked. Still, Princess Kenny longed to taste it, possibly next time.
Your juices coated her tip; she let out a whimper she was holding in. It was like she was a virgin all over again, the way you worked her up. Slowly, she eased into your alluring pussy, feeling it clench around her. Right then, she knew she wouldnât last long inside you, already feeling on the brink of release even prior to moving.
You adjusted rather quickly, growing used to your new routine. Before she could even move, you did, sliding your hips down, creating a slow and steady rhythm for her. At first, she allowed it, too sensitive to move herself in fear of cumming too fast.
Her eyes were closed, too preoccupied to even enjoy herself. It wasnât until you spoke again that she finally let go and regained the control she so eagerly needed today.
âCome on, princess, fuck me like you wanted. Donât get shy now, not when I can feel you throbbing in me.â It was your turn to be sly, at least until she fucked the mischievous grin off your face.
She did, no longer holding back or afraid of the repercussions. Before you knew it, your legs were shoved over your head, her hands held at the back of your knees as she pistoned inside your tight cunt.
Your mind ran rampant, running circles around itself as any thought whirling around up there flooded out, caught up in the repeated in-and-out thrusts.
All that sounded out in the bedroom were the noises of the creaking bed and skin slapping against your pussy and its wetness, allowing for the princess to ravage you from the inside out, just like she craved to do.
Princess Kenny dipped down, face buried in the crook of your neck as her rampant pace struck over and over. Youâd be lying if you said you couldnât feel the burning sensation from your legs being lifted way beyond their usual extension, but the princessâs growls in your ear made the pain worth it.
Youâd never seen her like this before. You caught a glimpse of where your bodies connected below you, enjoying the sting of your legs and bruised body stained in dried saliva, lip products, and hickeys.
Princess Kenny was too caught up in the feeling, only letting out guttural sounds before remembering the delicacy under her. She lifted her head from the crook of your shoulder, examining your fucked out face, drool collecting on the side of your lips. She regained a fraction of her composure, only for a second, as she dipped down, taking your cheek between her teeth, playfully biting it. Not as hard as she had the other markings that decorated your form, but a gesture of reassurance. You smiled as she released your cheek, letting out a soft laugh.
âIâm about to cum, babe, sorry.â Kennyâs voice broke out of character as the once-refined sundress fell off her shoulder, disheveled.
âItâs okay, fuck your cum into me with your girlcock, I need it, give it to me.â You assisted by taking over the grip at the back of your knees to hold your legs up so she could focus on the feeling of your wet walls squeezing her.
âOh fuck, youâre so filthy, you know that, right? Like to be being bitten, bruised, and shit.â Princess Kenny caressed the hair out of your face, hand trailing down your neck.
âI could get filthier.â Your voice was strained, barely legible, but she heard you.
You guided her big hands to press down harder on your neck. It didnât take long for her to get the memo as she squeezed down just right to choke you, watching as your graceful necklace fell to the side.
You could hardly keep your eyes open as your voice choked out a moan of satisfaction, but you werenât done yet. Suddenly, you opened your mouth, catching Kenny even more off guard than the proposition of choking.
He had a feeling of what you wanted him to do, but asked just to be sure your minds went to the same place, âYou want me to spit in your mouth?â
You did your best to nod, choking out another sound of approval, holding your tongue out for him, trying your best to say ahh.
Princess Kenny giggled femininely, gathering some spit in her mouth before chucking it down into yours. You immediately closed around the wet saliva, making a sound of contentment, allowing your eyes to fully shut as you swallowed. Princess Kenny could feel it under her palms.
The whole time, her pace hadnât halted. She reached down between your legs, hands finally leaving your neck to toy with your puffy clit. You gripped around her again, impossibly harder this time, and before she knew it, she was cumming deep inside you, doing as you said and fucking it up into you, hitting your cervix with each push upward as you squirted around her cock, intensifying her orgasm at the sight.
Broken moans escaped each of you simultaneously; your orgasms consumed you. She sounded so pretty, as usual, as she fell face-first into the crook of your neck again, breathing heavy as she stabilized after her vision went white in ecstasy. You quickly dropped the hold on your legs. They were too tired to move, you settled for catching your breath, panting as your closed eyes relaxed.
You both took a few minutes to completely recover, you lying limp on your back with her on top of you. She stroked your hair lazily, fighting sleep. Before you got the opportunity to fully rest, Kenny got up. Your eyes fluttered open, watching as he scooped you up in his arms bridal style.
He tore the duvet down off the top of the bed, sitting you down and crawling in behind you, covering you both so you were warm.
Comfortable enough to drift off in his arms, he unexpectedly spoke, âHey, can I ask you something?â
Your curiosity was piqued as your eyes slowly opened, turning your head to him to see his face, seemingly...nervous?
âYeah?â You responded, reaching up to scratch his scalp comfortingly.
âI donât know why Iâm nervous. Usually thinking gets me nowhere good, but I think itâs cause youâre special, butâum... I was just wonderinâ if you wanted to be my girlfriend, like in a relationship?â
Your eyes momentarily widened before softening once more. Your body whipped toward him, leaning in and planting a big kiss on his worn-off, glossy lips.
Your smile would be impossible to hide if you tried, but you didnât even want to contain your happiness at this moment. Kenny matched your expression after he sensed he had done something right.
âYes, of course. Iâve been thinking and worrying about that so much, you wouldnât believe.â
âMe too. Donât worry, I was always planninâ on asking you, just was scared and didnât know when.â
âNever get nervous about asking me something, youâre safe to talk to me about anything.â You reassured him more, continuing to pet his head before you lay down on his chest, snuggling into him.
âIâll keep that in mind. I love you, babe.â Kenny relaxed.
A peaceful sleep engrossed you both, finally getting what you wanted all along, and with a cheerful promise for the future.
