Thranduil is the type to be obsessed with you long before he courts you. Watching you at all times, promoting your positions until you’re by his side during council meetings with his advisors. Or to the point you’re his own personal guard, watching over his chamber at night. How he’d stroke his cock to you daily. Making it worse the closer you are to him during the day. Your natural scent hitting him anytime he walks past you or as you stand beside him. He imagines what you taste like, what you sound like, what faces you’d make as he pounds into you relentlessly. How many times can he make you cum? He’d like the find that out sooner…rather than later..
Disclaimer: The FMC is unapologetically Black, and you can customize her in your mind to look however you want, as long as she has natural hair. HerTheir favorite color is lavender. The MC is inspired by my dream•person since I was young, and they never had a specific form. I just always favored long hair. He's definitely not colonial white. So, he's Black in some art form. Or Indigenous, but they looks like no colonizer. As long as he has long natural // unprocessed hair. HisTheir favorite color is navy.
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"Take off your fucking clothes?"
And so he did, expeditiously.
Naked he sat on the edge of her bed, while she'd stripped down to her sheer, starry slip, her breasts still exposed over the neckline.
In the moonlight, he looked at home. Comfortable enough to sit here, vulnerable, patient, and obedient. Eyeing her, hope and hunger brimming in his eyes.
She kissed him.
Slowly, but yearning. Gripping his ears, his face, his shoulders. "I have a treat for you," she murmured into his mouth. Fuck. Her fingers trailed down his stomach. Played at the base of his hips. The tops of his thighs.
The other hand gripped the back of his neck. And she grinned against his growing smile as he gasped out, "Is that so, Princess?"
"Mhmm." She sucked his bottom lip and trailed down where her hands had squeezed, stopping at his chest. Looking up into his eyes and placing a hand on his heart.
"Is this okay?" she whispered. And he took her hand. Kissed it. Held it to his cheek and nodded. Then let go after a beat, when she went further down, and let her hands land on either side of his erect member.
"Hmmm" she drawled out, observing. Toying with her lips, her nose, her finger tips. Growing increasingly curious w her tongue and kisses. Her kisses growing increasingly deeper on his shaft, his sack, the base where they met. And a wet palm circling the tip of him. He lurched forward. She blinked up at him slowly, keeping her eye contact steady as she pulled her lips back over her teeth and swallowed him one inch at a time, pausing only as she blinked at him, slower, slower. Until he slipped down her ready throat. She rested her hands on his thighs. Played there. Massaged there. Gagging delightedly on his now sopping•wet dick.
He smiled, a zealot in her order, and hovered his hand at the back of her head as she took his member in her mouth to the base repeatedly, coming up for air every now and then with a mouth•full of spit and tender kisses for his sack, his thighs, his shaft, his *tip*. He lurched again, feeling the warmth in his stomach swell to the point of almost overtaking him.
"Princess, keep going if you must," he got out between moans. "But I have so much to give you. Please. Have mercy."
That put her over the edge, as he knew it would. Her mouth only grew wetter, her gags deeper, and fuck. She'd even started playing with her pretty nipples. Moaning as his pleasure inspired the pulsating wetness in her, again. With her energy work it felt like... she was playing w her own clit.
"Fuck," he melted. She released him with a loud pop. Wiped her mouth against her arm and. Started trailing back up slowly, totally ignoring the throbbing member she'd been cooing over just a minute ago.
She pushed him down by his chest and straddled his stomach.
"I want to ride your face." A pause. Then a smile shared between the two. "And then I want you to fuck me from behind."
His eyes sparkled as he confirmed, "Brilliant." And started scooping her towards his face.
"You look so fuckable right now," he marveled up at her. And she did her best to accept the truth, even as a blush took her over to her shoulders. He took her right hand. Hooked his right arm around her and.
She gasped.
"We're as one." She could barely hear her words over the air and quivers in her voice. And was surprised to hear, resonating into the folds of her flower, a tender, "I know." And he gripped her tighter and slurped her harder as they rocked back and forth. Truly losing themselves where their lips met.
"My Prince," she wailed, almost as teary as her treasure. "My Prince, I love coming for you."
That did it.
He moaned into her pussy, burying his face in her juices, her hair, her folds, greeting it with a welcome tongue and greedy lips.
"Fuck." She spilled over, teetering forward, pressing into his left hand and her right, to stay up. "Fuck...fuck." And she gasped. And her hips bucked, but he held her steady, and kissed her clit over and over, until she was a puddle.
He whispered into her, "You want more of this or you want it from the back?"
"Both," she whispered back. He laughed, and she moaned as he lapped her up. She was moving without inhibition now. Slowly sliding her hips back and forth. Convinced that the man beneath her truly cared about her and wanted her to be happy.
That did it.
"My Prince, I'm coming!" She was louder than she'd been all night, and he echoed her volume with a persistent moan as he pulled her jerking hips down, forcing her to continue her rhythm on his face. She could almost hear him asking her not to stop.
So she didn't. She fucked. She fucked his pretty face until feeling burst through her that she couldn't contain. She let herself yelp in surprise. And fall forward. Laughing with her Prince as he kissed her thighs, massaged her butt, played with the fat around her hips like it was lost art.
"You look so fuckable right now," he reiterated, growled this time, pushing his sturdy pelvis behind her. "So soft," he cooed, reminiscing how he felt in her cushy gushy warmth.
"I know." She pushed her weight back. "Will you fuck me, then? Just like this."
She felt the answer filling her slowly as the Prince hissed, then gasped. She smiled at his outburst, and quickly lost it to a moan when he gathered his arms around her hips and her tulle, holding her steady for a rhythm he wanted to pound into her. As gently as he could, of course. Because she liked the buildup. He'd been practicing after all, slowing himself down, moving all of him from his hips. And now he was all hers. He pulled her back again, and she moaned, deepening her pretty arch. Had she been practicing, too? He could feel... everything. With her breath, it seemed, she could tighten... and caress and... fuck.
The Prince sped up now, because his Princess told him to. She said it so sweetly, though: "Faster, please," managed between whimpers from her mouth and her now sobbing pussy.
He longed to touch her hair, but knew better. So he kept his hands on those jiggling hips until her breath broke onto a scream of delight.
He swore, sunshine lit up the room in an arc when she laughed. And then she shuddered and. He slid out of her slowly and. Kissed the tops of her waiting butt cheeks. Then lower, then between, so his lips found hers. And she screamed again, and laughed and pushed her weight back. "Fuck me, yes, My Prince!"
But she didn't have to tell him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his kisses into her mound. Which he swore was kissing him back. All ooze, dripping and salivating.
"The pleasure, it's..." The Princess bucked back into his waiting mouth. "Please. It's all encompassing. Don't let me pull away."
At that, the diligent Prince tightened his arms around her. She let out a guttural sound as his mouth *worked,* inside and out. Making sounds of sucking, of slurping, of sweet little moans to echo her big ones, lapping up her pleasure like the treasure it was.
"I'm playing with my breasts," she melted. "I'm playing with my breasts 'cause...if you had another mouth, you'd be up here, too!"
That. Did it.
The Prince smacked her bouyant butt cheek. Once. She yelped. Then twice. She laughed. And the third time, he held it firmly and began shaking her hips up and down. Keeping an even tempo and an eager tongue.
"My Prince, please. I'm so far gone. Please keep... fucking my pretty pussy like this!" She was out of breath, and he delighted in it. Slurped again. Moaned with his mouth full of pussy as she jerked, lost to her body's release.
She made that sound. The one that usually meant she was content.
"Do you want more?" he whispered, just in case, kissing where he'd smacked her.
Disclaimer: The FMC is unapologetically Black, and you can customize her in your mind to look however you want, as long as she has natural hair. HerTheir favorite color is lavender. The MC is inspired by my dream•person since I was young, and they never had a specific form. I just always favored long hair. He's definitely not colonial white. So, he's Black in some art form. Or Indigenous, but they looks like no colonizer. As long as he has long natural // unprocessed hair. HisTheir favorite color is navy.
So.
Once Upon A Time That Was Had:
She was the Sun.
He was the Moon.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
And she could see herself reflected in his eyes. Not physically. But they shone, tenderness manifest.
“Hello,” she breathed.
And he ached to break her words against his tongue.
But dammit, not yet.
Inches away in space and time. And she knew it, too. Reveling in the cusp. Teasing him with that smile, her breath. Her *breath*: the source of her movement. The core of the hands that held him just a whisper away.
"Hello,” he whispered back. And then, without thinking, “I’ve missed you.”
“Since last year?”
“Yes.” His exhale hitched on her wrist. She tightened the cradle her fingers made under his chin and drew him closer. He was but a moon, a moth.
“Show me?”
She could’ve demanded it.
But the sweetness in the curve of the question marking the end of her sentence? Oh. He’d agree to any sentencing she gave him. Because he knew she’d be just.
“Show you?” he murmured into her mouth. She held hers still for a pulsating moment, until her softest, “Please,” closed the distance between their lips.
“Princess,” he melted. She sighed as he unlocked his spine, freeing his shoulders to cocoon her in his arms. She was safe here. Whether or not she could see more than shadows, she was safe in the gossamer of his embrace.
He continued, “Princess,” the word echoing in her throat, her heart. A title she’d earned beyond blood: by virtue and dedication. By remaining unmovably tender in a spear•headed world. “Princess, I’ve been longing to show you since the last Yuletide Ball.”
She moaned then, the pleasure purely emotional, and allowed herself to feel. To say yes to what she deserved: him. All of him. He wasn’t a Prince for no reason. His blood ran blue but his heart pumped gold. She grasped his biceps. Pulling him down and into her heart space.
They fluttered down and back, into her bed. Cushy, though modest for a royal of her stature and line. Her joy evolved from giving to her people. And heavens, did that make him want to give her everything.
He arranged her on his lap, her legs straddling one of his thighs.
“My Goddess,” she swore as his lips trailed down her jaw, her neck, in breadcrumb kisses that found a home in her collarbone. “My Goddess, that’s good.”
“That’s good?” She felt him smile against her skin. “Use a more specific descriptor.”
She laughed, tickled that he’d remembered her words from *two* years ago, and gasped when he growled, baring his teeth at the center of her bosom now, and tightened his grip. “I mean it,” he purred. A jaguar ready to pounce.
But her eyes were starting to roll back, and the treasure between her legs pulsed against him. He was pulling her dress down slowly, with barely contained ferocity. His breath hovered at the tops of her nipples. And his tongue grew bolder with each kiss to her half•exposed breasts.
“Use” *kiss* “a better” *kiss* “descriptor, Princess.” *kiss kiss* one for each breast. Now her nipples were free. And anticipating. But he went on, slowly, “Or I won’t be able to continue.”
It almost broke his heart to say. And she delighted in the barely•masked hope in his eyes that she would do her part and let him please her.
She put a hand to each cheek. He kissed her wrists.
“That’s *divine*.” She raised her eyebrows as he put his lips to her left nipple. Then gripped the back of his neck in frustration at the lack of motion.
“My Prince, please.”
“You can do better.”
He framed his teeth around her areola, and offered the tiniest sliver of tongue as motivation.
“My Prince, that’s…*wet*” she gasped. Involuntarily, her hips sung a rhythm on either side of his thigh. “That’s… *tender*”
That did it.
He pulled her by the hips, closer than she thought possible. She moaned, this time the pleasure as visceral as it was emotional: “My Prince…”
And he did what he’d set out to do. Break her pretty words with his tongue. He sucked. And swirled. And nibbled delicately. All the while pulsing her hips against him in a song meant for this night. For these two. Sun and Moon.
Since his pants were still on, he didn’t want to assume.
“How wet are you?”
She whimpered, wrapping her arms around his head as he worked his magic on both breasts: “Do you want to check?”
He did.
Oh, he did.
He took one hand and placed it gently at the hem of her panties. And was surprised to find, as he went lower…
“What great gush you have.”
She laughed, and it melted into a much more primal sound as he toyed with the gush against her cl°toris.
She swore to her Goddess again. And sped up her sensual dance on his patient thigh. They became a blur of presence. Witnesses to each other.
And what joy to witness her here. Now. She’d called him Her prince. She was panting now, but she wouldn’t quit. She never quit. Each pant offered a little more sound. Pushed her a little closer to the cusp she’d been teasing him from earlier.
“How’s it feel?” he teased back. His words were muffled by the work of his mouth against her soft nipples, as hard as they could be. She moaned in response and tried to say something meaningful that he couldn’t understand. He’d give it to her, though. She’d been so earnest.
“Will you come for me, Princess?” He looked up into her face, caressed by moonlight and shadow. She struck him with awe, but he managed to continue, “Will you come for me for the first time for *this* Yuletide Ball?”
But she was already pulling him closer, whimpering into his hair, his ear, his mouth. He could feel her thighs tightening around him, and the buckling of her cushy hips as she lost control of the song they’d been playing.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Caressing her. Gently kissing her forehead. Her cheeks. Behind her ear.
“Meleth nin.” The pet name falls from his lips as his hand wraps around his cock. His grip is firm but not painfully tight as he pumps himself. His eyes are closed and his head is tilted back against the seat in his private study as images of last night pass through his head. Thranduil is waiting on you, as you’re handling something with the council in his place. He claims to be a patient man, but when it comes to you; your taste, your sounds, how your pussy grips him..he’s very impatient. You’re the one pleasure that unravels him. Your husband overwhelms himself as he gets lost within his own head. Remembering vividly as his tongue lapped up your juices, sucking your clit into his mouth. Groaning into your cunt as your pussy gushed against his chin. Coating him with your slick…
You may call me whatever you want. This goes for pronouns as well. I’m comfortable with anything.
I write for Thranduil and Elrond mainly! But I would try to branch out if requested. My DM’s and inbox are always open for requests so please feel free
Things I won’t write:
Incest(of any sort)
Rape
Scat
Or anything to do with vomit
I’m a Thranduil x Elrond shipper as well as a Bagginshield shipper
this is a safe space for all and I can’t wait to interact and get to know everybody!
Content Warnings: MFM Threesome, First Person POV from Princess' Perspective, PinV, Implied Throuple, Fully Clothed, Light Edging, Praise, Teasing, Creampies, Everyone is kissing, Heavy Focus on Using The Princess
Authors Note: The Smut. We got 3.7k words of straight fucking in this bitch. No names, No descriptions, No world building. Jumping straight into it.
This is an X Reader household and we live for imagining yourself and any of your faves in these positions 🫶
I stand in the hall pressed against a knight, gasping and whining, while I cling to his plate mail as though I am adrift at sea. He chuckles and runs one hand through my hair, his other hand lifting my chin so that I might stare up at him.
"Yes, your highness... you are doing so well for me..." he coos and I want to cry out, but his mouth swallows my own and the sounds are lost down his throat. My fingers find the edges of his plate mail and curl around them to help me steady myself.
It is no use. I whine pathetically while he cups my cheek and slips his tongue past my lips. The hand in my hair slides down to my lower back and he pulls me closer, pressing what he can of my front into his own.
"Don't pull her away..." a voice huffs from over my shoulder. I wince as the hands gripping my hips dig in more and pull me back, arching me at an almost painful angle. The knight behind me slows for only a moment to adjust before he continues thrusting into me. He has the back of my dress rolled up and carelessly draped across his wrists while he sinks into me over and over.
I should be more worried about the possibility of stains as I feel the damp edges of my skirts brush against my exposed skin, but the knight in front of me tightens his grip on my chin and presses his mouth further against mine. He ignores the knight behind me as well, forcing me to arch my back more. I can't help the way my eyes flutter or the moan that rises from my chest when the knight behind me hits that spot that makes me see stars.
I tighten around him involuntarily, feeling more of my own wetness drool out from between my legs and get smeared between my thighs as he thrusts into me. When I bite the lip of the knight in front of me he chuckles, releasing me for only a moment to gasp for air.
The breath leaves me almost immediately when the knight behind me picks up his pace. The sounds of clanking armor, rattling chainmail, and slapping flesh echo down the abandoned hall we've all found ourselves in.
I can't see it, but I hear the shift of chainmail when the knight behind me rolls his head back to groan, "Oohhh, Gods... Yess..."
It's practically a growl as he shifts his legs, widening his stance to better thrust up and continue hitting the same spot over and over and over. I writhe back against him, opening my mouth and releasing a pathetic mewl while the knight in front smiles down at me. His expression is so warm, so soft and his eyes scan my face with boyish delight. I can't help but curl my head against his chest, eyes blurring as the pleasure builds.
"Yes, just like that, your highness. You're being so, so good for us" he murmurs it softly into my hair.
The praise goes straight between my legs and I flutter and clench around the knight inside me. A strangled moan leaves him and his fingers dig harder into my hips, his thrusts gaining more fervor as he hits deeper and deeper.
My fingers lose their grip on the plate armor as I am rocked into from behind and my palms slide down, finally settling on some notch near the hips of the knight in front of me. I finally feel the motion of them, just barely thrusting forward as though the knight in front can't help it.
The praise continues as my hands slowly find their way between his legs. His breath hitches when I finally feel how hard he is. Even through the chainmail, I can feel him pulsing and twitching under my palm. He grinds forward now – whether or not he realizes – and sighs at the relief of friction.
My hands trail lower, slipping under his chainmail to press against his trousers and then sliding back up so he can grind into my palm. Another breath leaves him and I swear I feel him shudder through the plate.
I try to focus and undo the tie of the knight's trousers, but the tempo picks up again and I get lost in the building tidal wave of pleasure. The groaning in my ear, the cock desperately pressing into my hand through fabric, the cool plate against my cheek. The sensations are building slowly to a crescendo, but it's too slow. Gods, it's just out of reach and I throw my hips back to meet the knight behind me in a feeble attempt at getting more.
There is nothing else for him to give, he's already flush with me, grinding and rutting against my wet heat until he's swallowed whole. Oh, but I need it, I need just a little more...
He's getting closer, I can tell. The pace is stuttering and I feel him getting harder inside of me. I let out a cry as the extra firmness rubs against me and makes me see stars. There's no room for any other thoughts except the two bodies I'm trapped between and how badly I need release.
"Come on, Princess. You can do it, be a good girl," the knight in front of me speaks so sweetly and I feel myself inch closer to the edge.
Something between a groan of pain and a cry of ecstasy leaves the knight behind me as he slams me back into him. He stills, hips flush to mine, heaving breath cascading down my back while he pulses and twitches inside of me. I gasp and whimper, squirming for any friction to bring me over with him, but there is none. The knot of pleasure between my legs starts to fade and I try to throw myself back again. I earn a few more moans from him, but the knight holds steady, utterly spent. He stays still for a moment longer before sliding out slowly.
"No... No, please, pleeaasee," I whimper into the platemail as I feel him leave me completely. My muscles flex, still searching for stimulation, but the only sensation is one of warm liquids slowly dripping down the insides of my thighs.
"Please, please, I've been... I've been good, pleeaase," I try to arch my back more for him, presenting myself in the futile hope that he'll slide back in and let me finish. Instead, I feel his hands leave my waist and my dress drops back down to cover me fully.
"No, no, no, pleeaaassee... Please, I'll do anything," but the only response I'm given is a sharp slap to the ass.
The knight behind me chuckles, "I know you will, princess." His arms snake around my torso and he pulls me back to lean against his chest. The knight in front of me looks at me with a sad smile before looking to the other knight.
"You're too cruel to her, you know?" He steps forward and places his hands on my hips. The grip is soft and his thumbs rub soothing circles across the fabric of my dress. Every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake and I shudder at the feeling of it.
I'm held closer to the torso behind me and I hear a low chuckle in my ear, "Maybe, but you know she loves it."
I lean my head back to stare at the knight behind me. He regards me with a smirk as he tugs my hair to hold me there. The sharp sting makes me gasp and I close my eyes, hiding the way they roll back as another pulse of ecstasy flares. I press my thighs together and the mess of liquids spreads further. I think some has dripped onto the rich carpet beneath us, but before I can spiral into the anxiety of being caught, another tug brings me back and hot breath rolls down my neck when he whispers in my ear.
"Don't you, princess? You love being used as a toy for us. Always so obedient, ready to taken any time," he pauses and I feel his head turn to look around the hall before returning to my ear, "any place... Isn't that right, love?"
I can barely nod before he turns my head closer and presses his lips to mine. He is far less gentle than the knight in front of me, but oh... His teeth bite my lip so perfectly as he stakes his claim on my mouth. It is less a kiss and more a meeting of two feral animals. All teeth and spit and wild groans while his other hand loosens the ties of my corset.
The knight in front of me lifts the front of my dress now. His hands slide gently down my thighs and he clicks his tongue when he sees the mess between them. His gauntleted fingers drag a line through the fluid and coaxes my thighs open for him to look fully. I can't help the roll of my hips when his finger passes like a whisper through my folds and over my sensitive mound. He laughs and it is light, like a sun streaming through a window.
"I suppose you're right," his finger glides back down and gently enters me to the first knuckle. I buck forward and whine into the mouth of the knight behind me. My body is trembling and begging for more, but the knight doesn't give it, neither of them do. "She does seem to have fun with us... In her own way."
He pulls his fingers out and takes my hand, gently guiding it back to the laces of his trousers. His cock throbs against the fabric while I fumble with the laces, unable to see as the knight behind me refuses to give up lavishing me with his tongue and attention.
Finally, he's freed and his hands caress my legs before they find their place at the back of my thighs. He steps forward again, forcing my legs further apart to accommodate him and lifts me. I yelp at the sensation and receive a growl and another bite to my lip. I wrap my legs around the knight's waist to anchor myself and feel how his cock slots so nicely between my folds. I swear I can feel his heart beating through it and I try to grind against him, but I've got no leverage when I'm being held up like this.
"Don't worry, my lady, you'll get taken care of," the knight in front of me speaks softly as he starts to shift his hips. His cock runs through rubs against me and is quickly coated in slick liquid and spend. I wait for the sensation of him finally pressing into me, but he seems to be enjoying taking his time and pulling small whimpers out of me when he drags across my clit. I feel that coiling heat return, pooling once again between my thighs, but it's still just a tease. Only enough friction to make me mewl and wriggle against the two bodies.
The hands of the knight behind me release my hair and begin to travel. I lay my head back on his shoulder, eyes still closed, and enjoy the sensation of his fingers as they explore across my torso. They settle over my breasts to knead and pinch as they see fit. I gasp and grip his forearms, nails trying to dig into flesh but only finding steel plating instead. He huffs a laugh and continues toying with me through the fabric, staring down at where the other knight is grinding himself against my heat.
"Quite a view, I've got," he purrs as he pulls my breasts free of the dress. Steel finger tips roll over my nipples and I squirm, lifting my head and opening my eyes to scene before me.
The knight in front of me is flushed red, eyes half lidded with desire and the ruddy tip of his cock trails pre-cum where it touches my skin. I watch it as it disappears between my folds before sliding back out, again and again. The fingers of the knight behind me continue tugging and pulling at my nipples with a deftness I didn't know was possible when armored.
One hand leaves my chest and caresses the jaw of the knight in front to drag him closer. The armor closes in around me as the knights shrink the gap between themselves. I am fully pinned when their lips meet and I hear their own groans of pleasure. I take the opportunity to slide my arms up and around the shoulders of the knight in front of me, keeping him close while I finally have leverage to shift my hips.
The heat is building to agony and he still hasn't entered me yet. I clench around nothing and more slick liquid drips out, falling loudly to the floor between us. I lift my own hips when the knight in front pulls back and finally –finally– I feel him slide inside of me.
"OHHH, Yeeesss," the wanton moan escapes me without thought and I push down against his cock.
The knight stutters and groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against my chest as he holds still. I feel him twitching, but it's not the same feeling as before when the other knight finished. He's close, but hasn't finished yet. Thank the gods, I think I'd cry if he were already done. I hear the knight behind me laugh.
"Come now, is it already too much for you, dear?" He teases the knight in front of us.
I watch the knight in front grit his teeth and swallow before responding. "You didn't have to watch her get fucked for gods know how long before this... Were the positions swapped, I'd like to see you fare better."
Even when he is annoyed, there is a sweetness to his voice. "Next time... Next time I. Get. Her. First." He punctuates his sentence with quick rolls of his hips and ends it by kissing the knight behind me again – who groans happily, as though he's pleased he'd gotten a rise out of the knight in front of us.
I whine and cling to the knight in front while he thrusts into me, not caring anymore whether or not we're found. Moans and the slapping of flesh fill the hall as the knights keep me pinned between them. They finally break their kiss and the knight in front finds my lips. I melt into him, tasting spit and the slight tang of blood in his mouth.
The knight behind me has both hands on my breasts now, once again playing with me. His hips are moving again, thrusting forward in a small subtle motion that rocks me into the knight's cock in front of me. It sinks deep into me with the added movement, hitting every nerve and pressing on that sensitive spot inside me again and again. A sharp pinch of my nipple makes me yelp and clench down, fluttering and twitching on the cock that's now buried to the hilt. The knight in front pulls out of our kiss, his eyes nearly rolled back into his head.
"Y-yes... Oh, just like that princess. You feel..." he gasps and he bites his lip, "So... so fucking good."
There's another rough pinch to my nipple and more stuttering gasps follow suite.
Every sensation is overwhelming and drowning me, but still it is not enough. My clit aches for attention from anything, but it only gets the momentary friction of the knight's pelvis when he thrusts into me fully. I try to shift and find an angle that gives me more, but stop when I feel the knight start to stiffen more inside of me.
The thought of being denied release again makes my eyes water and I look at the knight in front of me. He's barely coherent, eyes unfocused, and huffing deep breaths as he quickens his pace. The sound of damp, slapping skin rings in my ears and I can't help but let out a small son. It's so good, but it's not enough.
"N-no, no, please. I've been good, I've been so good," my voice breaks as I whine. The knight's eyes clear a bit and he slows, smiling at me through his daze.
The knight behind me is the first to speak, "You have been. You've been so good for us, yes?"
I nod along and exhale a string of yes's.
He chuckles. "Yes and you've been sooo patient. Letting us do what we want and taking it so, so well, hmm?"
I nod again, rolling my head on his shoulder to bury my face against his neck.
He lifts a hand from my breast and I press my face to his neck harder, my own hand weakly clinging to his wrist trying to move it back.
"Shh, it's okay, love. Trust me. Can you do that?"
I whine and hesitate but release him.
"Good girl."
I close my eyes and here the sound of grunting and clinking. Leather sliding against leather, metal pieces overlapping and scratching against one another. Finally, there is a sigh of relief and the sound of steel clattering on the floor. For the first time, I feel the balmy skin of a hand run down my cheek and I open my eyes. The knight behind me is smiling wider now and one of his hands is freed of his gauntlet.
"I know what you need, love. Let me give it to you," he croons as his warm palm slides down my throat, over my breast, further down until it settles between my legs.
My hips jolt forward and my head rolls back when the tip of his finger presses gently against my clit. He hasn't said anything, but I nod and whine, both of my hands finding their ways to lace through the hair of each knight.
The touch is feather-light at first, just ghosting in loose circles, but it is still enough to make me curl my fingers through the soft locks and tug the hair of each knight. The one behind me hums in delight while the one in front rolls his eyes in bliss. The speed and pressure on me pick up and my legs wrap harder around the waist of the knight in front of me. He is forced to stagger in closer and thrust deeper, finding himself flush against me now with every thrust. Sparks fly behind my eyes when he slams into me and I swear the hall is filled with small twinkling lights. One hand is back at my chest again, cupping and kneading my breast and running a gauntleted thumb across my peaked nipple.
One knight mutters in my ear about how good I am, how pretty I look with wet eyes and red cheeks, and the other is almost howling with ecstasy as his peak comes on hard and fast.
I finally lose myself, throwing my head back and wailing as I come, my hands gripping and yanking the two knights' hair involuntarily. One laughs and the other's eyes roll into the back of his head as he presses himself into me to try and get deeper. My legs have a vice-like grip around the knight's waist and he has no room to thrust anymore, but he follows me over shortly after.
"Oh. Oh, OOHH," he can't even get proper words out as he spills into me, rutting and ramming up into my sore pelvis.
The only sounds in the hallways now are the fading echoes of our cries and our ragged breathing as all three of us try to come back to ourselves. We stay frozen, myself still held up and pinned between the knights, my legs still wrapped around the waist of the knight in front of me. His eyes are closed and his chest heaves as he takes in great gulps of air.
I release his hair and let my hand drop down to his cheek, rubbing my thumb lightly across his skin and he smiles, eyes closed. He's sweaty. Truthfully, all of us are. I can feel the sweat on the neck of the knight behind me and how my dress sticks to my skin where they're both pressed against me.
I yelp in surprise when the fingers on my clit do another circle. There's a chuckle in my ear as the hand slides back up my body and rests on my stomach. The knight in front of me slowly slides out of me they each help to fix my corset and dress. They make sure I'm steady on my feet before fully releasing me, though I continue to lean back on the knight behind me. His hands hold my shoulders securely and he leans forward to whisper in my ear.
"Was it worth the wait, your highness?"
I place my hand over his and look back with a smile, "Yes... As it always is."
The knight in front of me kisses my forehead and leans in to my other ear, "Next time, we will put him in the middle, hmm?" He flashes a dazzling smile and stands straight. I giggle and nod in return while the knight behind us gives us each a suspicious look.
I wait as they each adjust their armor and tuck themselves away, assisting as I can by picking up the discarded gauntlet on the floor. Another uncomfortable gush of hot liquid flows down my thighs to the carpet beneath me and I grimace.
"I suppose we'll need to clean this..." I step back and expose the mess we've made on the floor. White stains are soaked into the ornate rug, already begin to dry and created a crusty film on the soft fabric.
The two knights frown and look at one another quickly before glancing at me.
I narrow my eyes at them and cross my arms, "We are NOT traumatizing the maid again. The poor girl couldn't look any of us in the eye for weeks. WE are cleaning this."
They both huff, but relent. Of course, I am the one on my knees scrubbing at the carpet while they both watch and murmur to each other about the view. I shoot them a look, but I can already tell they've plotted another future ambush…
