As princess of the kingdom, you’re expected to always act perfectly and amiably. To conform to the standards cultivated by the previous generations holding the royal name.
“Princess… Is this to your liking?” Your knight, Xavier, asks as he ruts his hips. You gasp as you feel his dick stretching you out for the first time. ♕♕♕
You have a crush on one of the palace knights. You directly asked him to become your guard which wasn’t allowed until you whined to the King for it to happen. The King is never one to deny his only daughter, so soon enough Xavier was at your every beck and call.
“Where’s Your Highness? She’s needed for dinner with Prince Zayne!” The maids ask frantically, trying to locate the princess. It’s about time you get married, according to the King. You needed to produce new heirs to the throne.
Meanwhile, you bit down on the hand that was clamped over your mouth. Xavier was behind you, fisting your nightgown as he only increased the pace of his thrusts. You desperately gripped at the edge of the shelf beside you in the linen room.
Xavier was relentless once he got a taste of the princess. What started as the reformed knight sneaking into your chambers after dark turned into you dragging him into random rooms to get your fill of him.
You only got bolder and bolder. Xavier followed your lead every single time. When you climbed on his lap in the library, hiking up your gown and sinking down onto his awaiting cock. The time you snuck out of a party hand-in-hand with your guard who you made out with behind the building. You always made sure you were hidden, but still in places where the chances of getting caught were never zero. The thrill of it was half the fun.
This time was no exception. If anyone dared to unlock the linen room, Xavier would be caught balls-deep in the princess. A crime that could probably get him executed if it pissed off the King enough.
You tried not to let your knees cave in beneath you as your legs started to feel like spaghetti. Unlatching your mouth from his palm, you craned your neck in a semi-silent plea for kisses. Xavier leans in, bringing you in for a hungry kiss as he drags the length of his cock through your gushing pussy. Every vein, every ridge, the shape is being molded into you. Despite his rougher pace, his hands were the gentlest as they cradled your face.
You couldn’t help but bring his forearm to sink your teeth into to help you not make any sound when you creamed on his cock. He only let you. He’s always loved having the marks of your love littered around his body like a reminder of the time you were together.
“Are you to take your leave?” Xavier asks with a slight pout, his nose nudging under your ear as you catch your breath. “I must. Although, I love my time most with you,” you whisper. It’s a silent promise that you’ll be back for more from him. Xavier steals one more kiss from you, placing a few along your neck and shoulders. He now adorns a bright bite mark on his forearm from you.
“I’ll help you dress, then.”
unedited as always bc why would I
