thinking about that last reblog but princesscore about it. demon and (evil) knight work together to capture the princess, leaving him tied up as they argue over what to do with him. getting so into the argument they don't even realise the princess has slipped from his bonds. only realising when he puts a gentle hand on the knight's shoulder and tells them to kneel. there's so much command in his voice–capture or not, he's a royal, and the power in his tone is impossible to fight.
"do you think me stupid, dearest protector? i knew as soon as you summoned it. sulfur is such a pungent smell. you know what to do."
it's all too easy for the knight to push the princess's skirts out of the way, even as their co-conspirator watches with 'disgust'. all too easy, too practiced, to open their mouth. as the princess's strap slides into his knight's throat, the demon tries to hide the way its stomach twists, the way its cock twitches at the sight.
unfortunately for the demon, the princess is more observant than it ever knew. when it locks eyes with the princess and sees none of the fear it was expecting, shivers run down its spine. it's almost as though the princess let them take him. his smirk twists the demon's stomach–a feeling it will say is hot anger, but is little more than fear and ashamed arousal. it starts to back away, and then–
"be still, doombringer."
the princess's words settle like weights on its ankles. magic or raw royal command, it can't be sure, but it knows its stuck to its spot. it can only watch as he presses the knights nose into his pelvis, ignores the way they gag and spasm. it seems he notices how still it is, the way his face settles into a serene smile. it wouldn't look out of place in the palace, if it weren't for the puddle of drool slowly forming around his feet. the knight is unceremoniously yanked off of his strap as they start to go limp, given a brief moment of reprieve as the princess addresses the two.
"it was getting so boring up in the castle, so thank you for this." his polite tone is at odds with the way he shoves his cock back into the knight's mouth, barely enough time for them to catch their breath. "i'm having so much fun! it seems like they are, too. aren't you, dearest protector?"
he seems to take the knight's defeated gurgles as agreement, petting the back of their head gently, as though he can't see the consciousness fading from their eyes. his gaze settles back on the demon, and it finally clicks in its head that they've made a mistake. the two of them have created their own demise, and the princess's smile only grows as he watches it realise that.
the knight is starting to go limp again. the demon can only dream of making its way out of this unscathed, and with the princess involved, it's only that–a dream.
"don't worry, little hellspawn. you'll have your turn soon. as soon as i'm done with this one."