#prince ftm

[lukewarmcrayfish]

So horny about my new prince x knight scenario. They fuck on the training matt. The knight is so jealous that he was never called upon by the combat trainer to spar with the prince. That should've been him on top of the prince with his knee between his legs.

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He knew what he agreed to when he took this mission. It was necessary to get the proper information out of him. That's what the saboteur said to himself while he pressed his thigh between the prince's leg. They were kissing hot and heavy. Every touch from the prince felt like fire. Even in the throws of lust and romance, the young prince kept his gloves on. It felt... odd, to say the least. Gloved hands underneath his unbuttoned shirt, pulling him closer.

He had to fuck him. He knew he did. But knowing that this mission would include leading the poor lonely prince on and actually doing it was world's apart. The prince's hands drifted and sweeped over the saboteur's bulge. His bulge. He can't believe he's hard over this.

The prince whispered into the saboteur's ear how much he wanted to take his cock. Would he please please allow him to suck his cock? The saboteur shook his head. He grabbed the prince's hips telling him that he wanted inside his pussy too badly to wait for his mouth.

It was easy to bend the desperate mewling prince into this position bent over the bed. This was the only position that the saboteur could manage doing this. He couldn't bear to look at the prince as he defiled him, not out of love or lust but because he needed information. Having to control his expression while he fucked into the prince would be just one step too far.

So there he was putting a condom on over his cock while the prince's pants were pulled halfway down his thighs. He mewled out when he sunk his cock into his pussy. It was tight... so fucking tight. The only foreplay with the prince's poor pussy was him desperately grinding down on his thigh. And still. He took it so graciously.

He watched as gloved hands took handfuls of the sheets. Moaning out. The prince pushed his hips back, desperate to take more. He begged the saboteur to pull his hair.

His hair in his fist. The panting moans. The way the prince clenched around his cock. He came. He was ashamed to say that it wasn't even difficult to cum deep into the prince's boycunt. He collapsed over the prince still deep inside. The prince's pussy clenching around him as though to grab every last drop as he began to deflate and grow soft inside the prince.

The saboteur stood shakily, and the prince rolled over onto his back eyes blissed out. He took deep breaths. He took the prince's face in his hands. Saturday, at nine. Meet me outside the castle and we'll go drinking together. If the saboteur was incapable of securing a second date, this was all for naught. But the prince nodded, he looked surprised.

He pulled up the prince's trousers for him. He tied the condom and tossed it. The saboteur told him he best be going. Freshen up if you must, but he really should leave before the royal guard catches wind of his absence.

It was surprisingly to see how quickly the prince composed himself to leave. He gave the traitor a parting kiss before slipping out the door. It left him inside. Alone.

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Part two: Saboteur x Prince.

He knew what he agreed to when he took this mission. It was necessary to get the proper information out of him. That's what the saboteur sai

The pocket watch felt like a still beating heart, cold and beating pressed against his thigh as the minutes droned on. He chided himself for arriving early, a mistake to be sure. With royalty, the event started when he decided to grace it with his presence. The saboteur should expect nothing less from a privileged prince.

The night was deafening and still. Every sound was funneled to his ears. The clank of armor from the knights on the other side of the wall. The September wind biting at him. He swore he could hear the chill of it as it brushed against his ears. It was certain that autumn had arrived. He heard every cicada, every locust flapping its wings. He watched a locust as it took flight with an obnoxious whirr to its wings. It perched atop the toe of his boot. He kicked his foot watching as it flew away. Behind him he heard a soft thud.

He whirled around to see the prince. His disguise was lacking. Had it been more skillfully crafted, he wouldn’t have recognized him at first glance. It was a dreadful attempt at concealing his identity for a night out, if there was any attempt made at all. A woolen cloak with a gaudy gold clasp. The cloak had an odd waxy sheen, perhaps treated by lanolin. His gloves were the same elf-green and lanolin treated. The saboteur should expect nothing less, he wouldn’t dishonor the royal tradition for even one night. The glasses didn’t help either, but they were a necessity. It seemed every heir of the kingdom had dreadful vision. Thankfully, they were simple. Sterling silver and clear, not tinted.

The prince’s tight hug parted his cloak, slightly. As the hug forced the air from the saboteur’s lungs he felt the warmth of the prince’s skin. He wore but a single layer under the cloak. A low-necked button up. Oversized and reminiscent of commoner fashion. Possibly, the only satisfactory part of his disguise. As they separated, a kiss lingered against his lips already tainted with champagne.

“I’m glad I still caught you,” the prince said. His voice was hushed and the smile on his lips was audible. “I was wrestling with the ledger. My sisters decided on a shopping spree today.”

His informant was spot on, the prince indeed was in charge of managing the royal family's finances. Perfect. The image of him sipping champagne as he inserted every receipt into the ledger was oddly humbling. Just a regular guy drinking before a date while finishing his work.

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Tw: vampirism, blood, hypnosis?

This is a continuation of a previous vampire thing I wrote

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The command rang in her head over and over. Stay put and keep quiet. She practically held her breath while the vampire began to feed upon the prince once more. He sounded so small and submissive the way he moaned beneath the weight of the vampire. The way he grabbed at the vampire’s shirt, pulling him closer. Those soft whispers and pleading. “Please… please…” 

The bile rose in her throat when she heard it. The sound of fangs piercing flesh. She forced it down and watched the prince as he desperately wrapped his arms and legs around his vampire master. While he fed, the flicker of the candlelight played with the gray streaks in his hair and suddenly she recognized the vampire. She couldn’t pull forward a name, but she knew of him. He was a noble from the kingdom westward. One that the prince pined after for years. The noble that had just recently become a widower after the tragic passing of his wife. 

The prince’s eyes were fogged over when the vampire pulled away once more. He seemed to stare right above him, his breathing strained and ragged. 

How could he not be aware of her presence there? Was it the vampire? Did his magic somehow hide her from the prince's gaze? 

The vampire manhandled the prince into a more preferable area of the bed so they're both laying in the center of the large bed. He pulled his vampire lover close, kissing him while his lips were stained with his own blood. He laid his legs spread beneath the vampire. The two men shared a long, longing gaze while the vampire's hand rested on the edge of the prince's pants. He nodded, biting his lip. The vampire smirked carefully removing the prince's pants and undergarments while the prince mewled and arched his back. She noticed, now, the tremor in the prince's movements. The way he trembled under his clandestine lover. He tossed aside his pants and undergarments landing right at the servant's feet. 

She looks down at the clothes at her feet gazing up again, she was trapped in the vampire's gaze. He looked her up and down with a malicious smile displaying his fangs. 

His hands traced over his body tracing down until his gaze was at the prince's hips or rather… between his legs. She found herself straining to see clearly.