#poised.txt

[poisednpretty]

cw: noncon, ntr

parts: 1 | 2

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Your princess lies just barely outside of your reach, and the burning rage within you towards her captor does little to assuage your utter failure. You watch, pinned by two other knights, as the rival leader toys with her. He runs ragged fingers through her hair, touches her in places you wish you could with a gentleness that turns knots in your stomach. She's frightened, and you can't bear to look her in the eyes.

"What a fine prize you are." He says as he leers at her. His hands explore further, over the intricate layers of fine fabric, and down towards her innocence. His intentions are clear.

"No!" You cry out, and he pauses, looking up at you curiously. You've heard rumors of the rival's propensity for humiliation, and you only hope you can be an enticing offer. "Take- take my body instead..." You choke out the words in desparation, "Please, I'll do anything if you leave her be!"

"Then strip for me, mutt."

You flush to think of your princess seeing you in such a pathetic state. He nods towards the knights holding you as they loosen their grip.

"Don't try anything..." He threatens with a firm hand around your princess. You heed his warning as you stand weakly to follow orders.

Plates fall to the ground. Beneath the armor, your lean body is slender. Once an asset to your agility, it now serves to highlight the size difference between you and the rival leader. You unconsciously hunch over to conceal your chest, feeling overly exposed in front of the enemy. He looks surprised by your stature, but wastes no time joining your side. You deserve this and more for your incompetency and failure to protect the crown.

"I wouldn't have guessed that your royal dog is a bitch." His hands explore you greedily, free from any resistance. "And his cunt is soaking wet!" His fingers push into you and to your horror, he's right. You quickly realize the moans that echo within the chamber are coming from you.

"Has seeing the princess debased by your rival really gotten you so aroused?" He taunts as he massages your insides. Before you can answer, he forces your slick down your throat, coaxing more pathetic whimpers.

You consider the partial truth to his words. The endless fantasies you've had of the princess flood your mind. Positions and predicaments you've wished to force her into. As reality draws closer, you can't help but feel that whatever happens next is your punishment for the sinful thoughts you've harbored over the years.

"Let's show the princess what she's missing out on."

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part 2.

[poisednpretty]

cw: noncon, ntr

parts: 1 | 2

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He removes his fingers from your mouth and pushes you towards the throne you failed to protect. Soon, you're bent over one of the arm rests as the enemy takes his seat. Something burns within you. The indignity of his incursion now desecrates the throne. Your mind flashes red with the ways you would make him pay for this. Until a hand gripping a fistful of your hair reminds you of your helpless position.

He pulls you towards his cock, which he's evidently freed from his pants. You close your eyes and take his length into your mouth. Your jaw strains to accommodate his girth, and he sets the pace for you by pushing your head up and down.

You glance over towards your princess, who's being held by the two knights that were once pinning you. She looks stunned, and you shut your eyes once again. You try to focus on not choking, but your mind drifts back to her. The way she would tell jokes from her throne as you stood guard. How her singsong voice echoed the halls of wherever she walked. And the shock on her face when she watched you and your men overwhelmed by the invading forces.

Something bitter hits the back of your throat, and you instinctively swallow to not choke. "Good boy." You hear as you blink up towards your offender, awaiting further orders. He has you crawl on all fours as he gets behind you.

"Since you did such a good job, I'll let you choose which hole I use." He says, as he lines his tip up with your entrance, brushing briefly over your cunt and positioning towards your ass. He barely pushes in, and you yelp. There's no way it can fit there. Your mind feels so mixed with other thoughts that you hesitate for a moment before answering.

"M- my cunt." You manage to say. He pushes in a little further, and you choke out a scream.

"What was that, knight?"

"My cunt! Please fuck my cunt!" You plead, tears welling in your eyes. He chuckles as he eases out and leans in towards your ear. "I knew it, whore." He whispers as he pushes into your wetness. You moan at his entrance.

You've never had anything that big down there. In fact, you've only ever had your own fingers in there on nights spent up late fantasizing about the princess. You wonder about how her soft lips would feel. How nice it would be to have her sweet smell so close. How pretty she would look tied up at your mercy.

He groans as he bottoms out in you. He gropes at your chest as he starts to thrust ruthlessly, playing with your nipples. You start to forget where you are or what's happening. Sensations of pain, pleasure, and confusion mix together. You're moaning, begging even, for more. In all your years of duty, you've never had this sort of relief. Some of your nastier thoughts about the princess surface as you reach your climax. When it's over, you're panting and drenched with sweat. Your tormentor looks down at you with a satisfied grin.