I would like to run an experiment, Sir Knight, and, to do so, I require your presence in my chambers.
Place your gauntleted hand upon my throat.
Yes, that is an order.
My, I underestimated the chill of the metal. In any case, I shall now lift your visor. Do not fret, I will not remove the helm in its entirety.
Your eyes cannot remain still, can they? Hm, how amusing. You don’t know where to look. I can feel the way your hand twitches, you know. Every time you glance down to where metal meets flesh your grip ever so slightly tightens.
What is it that you desire? Do you wish to apply pressure? —disregard my fingers undoing the straps of your codpiece— Do you yearn to feel the rush of blood beneath my skin against your bare palm?
when the prince summons his favored knight to his bedchamber, knight can only guess what will follow…
a script and audio made for the handsome @sir-good-boy !!
Contains: [D/s] [power imbalance] [lots of teasing] [prince is a huge (kinda mean) brat] [pet play] [“good boy, pup/puppy”] [only listener genital term: cock] [a few vague jerk off instructions (go, stop, continue) but not a full blown JOI] [no listener or speaker orgasm]
Prince with a historically accurate idea of gender, but he still sees you as a man. He can feel it. Even when you laugh too hard and slip into a shrill register. Even when you're dressed in layers of embroidered gowns.
He permits you to join in on sparring. More like orders it. He hires a tailor to craft a corset that flattens your torso. You never asked for it. He never asks for any thanks.
The council doenst know what to think of it. As if the prince wanted their opinions. You're a man. You should be one. You should have to step up like any other. He gives you no special treatment.
Dear sir... Did I say you could kneel? I do know it is instinct, but I thought you've learned. You shall do nothing without my word. When I say nothing I mean nothing. You can barely breathe, and that's only because I need you alive.
Have me don my armor so that you have something solid to grip when you need to steady yourself, and something easy to tug when you desire to have eager lips pressing against yours.
It’s normal for you to kneel before me on the throne, but this time I want you to come closer. Close enough that your knees rest upon the steps and your face is a breath away from my thighs. With your helmet on the floor, I can see the way your cheeks begin to flush. You don’t know where to look, up at my amused gaze or bow your head and stare directly at my crotch.
“You’ve been recommended to me by your commander, not for your potential or training progress, but something else. Something you do for him, for your whole company if the rumors are accurate. I simply must see what all the buzz is about. Go on. You know what I’m referring to.”
I shift in my seat, edging closer so you get the hint. I won’t be undoing my own trousers, obviously, instead I wait for you to bring unsure hands up to my lap. You search my face for any sign to stop, afraid that you’ve misunderstood my meaning, but you only find anticipation in my gaze.
This must be a high honor for you, to get to slip your prince’s cock from its confines and wrap your lips around it. To be the reason I sigh in pleasure. You had hoped to be recognized for your deeds, did you not? Perhaps one day you will be, but you’re still much too green to be sent out on your own quests. For now, you will be recognized more by your ability to shine a man’s sword than wield one yourself. Besides, you’re more useful to me like this. I have plenty that will gladly lay down their lives for me, but few are this adept in the use of their tongue.
I can feel your whole body jump when the door creaks on its hinges. This sight is a delightful one, you looking up at me with your mouth full, eyes wide with the fear of getting caught. You try to turn and see who has entered, but a stern look from me keeps you from lifting your head. I will greet our guest.
“Oh hello Captain, what wonderful timing. After your glowing recommendation, I thought I’d give this new knight here a try. You didn’t mention he was so adorably shy, though. Hah, I can feel him trembling as you approach.”
Now, under the watchful gaze of your superior, show me what you’ve been practicing.
I call my knight to my chambers. He kneels before me as I lift up my embroidery project from my lap. I’ve finished it just in time, you see, for the tourney is set to begin tomorrow. I hold it up for him to see and show him every detail. It may not be the finest threading, but it is a symbol of my affection nonetheless.
“However, it is not yet finished. I’ve heard that ladies will douse their tokens in perfume or their bathwater. I, on the other hand, had something else in mind”
I lift his visor, making absolutely sure his eyes are on me. Then, I make a show of untucking my shirt, pulling the hem up high before tugging down my trousers. This plan has been on my mind all day, meaning my body is already showing its interest.
I free myself of the restraints of my pants, rubbing the length to bring it to its full hardness. My knight’s eyes dart between my face and the hand gently pulling the skin back to reveal my tip. Ever dutiful, he opens his mouth in anticipation. I coo at him, releasing myself to slide my fingers in his mouth.
“Oh darling, we won’t be doing that. Just get my hand wet for me, alright? Go on, spit.”
He works the digits as if they are the member he wishes to cherish, before I pull back and cup my palm. Now sufficiently wet, I return my hand and stroke in earnest. Back and forth. Back and forth. In front of him yet out of reach. His gauntlets creak from the way he balls his fists. He knows better than to reach for me without permission.
Soft moans drip from my tongue as the pleasure courses through my body. It is more difficult to reach the peak by my hand alone, and so he kneels at my feet and waits oh so patiently. I can hear him groan in his throat, mouth clamped shut.
“I hah know you wish to service me, but you must oh do well in the tourney to receive such a reward. mmh Prove yourself worthy to touch your prince. Should you win it outright, I will let you— oh by the stars — I will let you have your way with me. Do you wish to lie with your prince?”
The sound he makes shudders through my body. I smile, scooting forward and bringing the embroidered fabric up to his mouth. Without my needing to say a word, he opens and allows me to hold one corner with my thumb and the rest of my hand holds his jaw open. The sight is utterly beautiful. My personal favor falling out of his mouth while he looks up at me with dark, lustful eyes. With a flurry of praises for such an obedient knight, I aim for the fabric square to release myself upon it.
Most of it lands where I intended, but, lucky for him, the initial strand shoots across his face and into his mouth. A chuckle escapes through my groans. I sit and admire the sight for several seconds, watching it soak into material and drip down his nose.
“My dearest knight, you will fight for me tomorrow. If a lady is to offer you her favor, be polite and let her tie it around your arm, but this,” I take the damp square and try to clean him off with the dry parts, only managing to smear it across his cheek. “This is to be placed inside your armor. Place it upon your heart and fight for my honor.”
As much I enjoy writing and being the desperate prince. I do so adore seeing my knights on their knees, looking up at me like a man starved, stripped of their armor so I can appraise the sword of the Crown. I can tell by the furrow in their brow and the tenseness in their jaw. Why you’re positively voracious aren’t you, my dear?
You are the very definition of a trained killer, and yet here you sit, knelt on the stone floor while I circle around and around. You hate when I’m at your back, don’t you? I see the way your muscles tense up as soon as I step behind you.
I know it’s unconscious, but that simply won’t do. Do you not trust me? Your prince?
Here, allow me to approach you from behind. Stay still, now, darling. That’s it, allow my hands to run along these hard earned muscles, each one paid for with blood, sweat, and tears. Let me glide my hand to the front of your throat and lift your head. You could so easily use this war-ready body to overpower me and have your way. I know you want to.
Look at me.
Yes, that look there says you wish to spring from your knees and press me against the nearest surface. But you won’t, and we both know it. You’re too good, too obedient.
