#regency!kink

[nerviswitch]

The 16th century Italian foot tourney armor stays ON during sex

[whensecretsrise]

Edging your princess while she practices her speech for the upcoming event. Degrading her every time she loses focus or forgets what words come next. Refusing to let her cum until she can recite the entire speech with no mistakes while you're buried inside her.

[whensecretsrise]

A winter frolic

[[M/f, satyr/human, regency vibes, piv]]

The wilderness lived within him. Even though he had shed it years ago to follow the nymph of his dreams, it still lurked beneath his skin. His nymph had left him a year and a day after they had entered the world of aristocracy, but he remained. He kept the lands, attended the events, and smothered his true nature for every but four nights a year. Each solstice and equinox the wilderness called to him. Its beseeching plea was so strong he dared not resist it.

She found him two days before the winter solstice. Her cheeks were rose bright with cold, a dusting of snow crowned her head. He nearly choked on his drink at the sight of her. With the wilderness itching beneath his skin, he had but one thought. He had to have her. She came ‘round to be introduced to each bachelor. A daughter, back from a stay in Italy and now looking for a partner.

Her fingertips were cold in his warm hand as he bowed to kiss the back of her knuckles. Rather than close his eyes, he gazed up at her face. She was as beautiful as a goddess. When he straightened, she reached up to brush one finger along one of his horns. He shivered at the touch, biting his tongue to hold back the small sound of pleasure that rose in his throat.

“What marvelous horns. I don't think I've never seen a gentleman with horns before.”

“Not many satyrs have it in them to enjoy the fineries of civilization.”

“A satyr?” She looked down to see his hooves. “My, aren't you a treat.”

“The rarest kind.” He gave her a smile.

“We shall have a dance tonight, sir satyr.”

“Kreios, my lady.”

A darling smile lit her face. “Wait for me, sir Kreios.”

“Of course.”

With that she moved away from him. A number of other bachelors needed to be met. He tracked her with his eyes as she moved around the room. He took note of how every man touched her, who she lingered with and who she didn't. Outside the ball, the forest called to him.

He did his best to monopolize her time. To enchant her. She was fascinating beyond her beauty. She had studied in both Italy and Greece and confessed to him that she had always wanted to meet a creature from the myths. And now here he was. Each time she was swept away in another man's arms, he waited impatiently to have her back in his. Their conversations picked up where they had left off as though there was no time between them.

Eventually she came into his arms, flushed with dance. “You seem overly warm. Would you like to go on a stroll through the gardens with me?”

“I believe I would like that very much.”

He led them out into the crystalline dark. Snow crunched beneath their feet.

“The moon is nearly full,” she remarked, tilting her face to the now-clear sky.

“Only two days until the winter solstice.”

“Do you have plans?”

“Pardon?”

She smiled. “Do you have plans? My sister's and I stay up late to tell each other ghost stories. Do you do anything to celebrate?”

“I stay up late as well. Though most of my time is spent in the forests around my estate. I love to stargaze and enjoy the endless silence of the night.”

“That sounds quite lovely.”

“You're welcome to join me.”

A tiny laugh escaped that she quickly covered with her hand. “I don't think my parents would approve of that.”

“No? What if I assured you they'd never find out?”

“Mr. Kreios! What are you suggesting?” The glint in her eye told him she was considering his words.

“I could spirit you away into the night once all your family had gone to bed, and have you back before any of them awoke to notice you missing.”

“That's quite scandalous,” she said. Then under her breath she muttered, “Though tempting as it is.”

“What if I called upon your house as a formal suitor?”

“Mr. Kreios,” she laughed, “we've only just met each other.”

“I was enchanted by you from the moment you entered the room.”

Her blush crept to the tip of her ears as she let out a little “Oh.”

He leaned in. “I could even speak with your father right now.”

Her hands went to the lapels of his jacket. He could smell the salt of her sweat creeping down from her hairline. Without thought he pressed a kiss just behind her ear to taste her on his lips. The tiny sound of pleasure that escaped her pierced him straight to his core. He began to pull away, but one of her hands slid up to pull him into a kiss. The wilderness kicked inside his chest.

“My dear,” he gasped when she pulled away, “you cannot do me like this if you want me to maintain my dignity.”

Her smile was a coy one. “What was it that you had said about spiriting me away without anyone noticing?”

The slick heat of her felt feverish in comparison to the frigid night around them. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. Each breath was a little cloud forming between them both. He buried himself deep within her, the fur of his thighs soft against the backs of hers. Each thrust brought her squealing voice higher and higher as though she were ascending to heaven. All too soon he felt her clench around him. Her chest heaved, her back arched. She was close.

“My horns,” he gasped, hoping she could hear him through the haze of ecstasy. “Touch them.”

When she didn't respond, he moved one of her hands from his shoulder to his horn. She immediately gripped it and pulled his head down so that it was buried in her chest. Her thumb stroked along it, grip loosening and tightening in turns. It was hardly enough. He moved his head, trying to create more friction. More varied touch. That seemed to get her attention. She grabbed his other horn and yanked him forward into a kiss. Her hands felt sublime. He was able to shift to press himself deeper into her and when he did her entire upper body arched. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she rode out the waves of what was likely her first orgasm. The way she clenched and fluttered around him, her fingers trailing limply over the curves of his horns, had his own orgasm chasing hers. She stroked one hand from tip to base of his horn and that undid him. He huffed her name like a prayer as he died upon the alter of her pleasure.

[whensecretsrise]

A prince who offers up a riding crop to his favorite knight. The knight disrobes and sits on one of the many plush chairs in the prince's chamber before ushering the prince into his lap. The prince, needy with anticipation, grinds his ass against his knight's cock until it is hard between his thighs. The knight shifts and with an easy shuffle presses himself into the prince's waiting cunt. He spreads the prince's legs wide and taps his little tdick with the crop. The prince immediately breathes a sigh of pleasure and begins to roll his hips. His knight stops him, pins him still with one hand, and taps him a little harder with the crop. He alternates between soft, feather-light taps and ones that have the prince yelping, his cunt throbbing with need. Each time the prince gets close the knight stops. He soothes the prince, bringing him down from his high before picking up the crop and starting all over.

He edges the prince over and over again until the prince's eyes are red with tears and his own composure breaks. He casts the crop aside to fuck roughly up into his prince. Fast and hard until the prince is gushing over his cock and he's finally spilled his seed into the royal cunt.

"Good boy," the knight soothes. "Such a good prince for me. You did so well. Shall we try this again in a few days?"

All the prince can do is gasp and nod his consent.

The knight kisses him and helps him into the tub. He bathes his prince with loving hands before carrying him to bed. With reluctance he lets his knight return to the barracks, even though what he wants most in the world is for them to share a bed.

[whensecretsrise]

Oh to be a princess forced to ride the handle of your knight's sword. The pommel stretching you wide, making a bump in your stomach every time you descend. Your knight is there, blade planted between his legs, holding it steady with his gauntleted hand. The other hand tugging on the golden chain suspended from your nipples. Only once you've gotten yourself off on his sword does he bend you over and fuck you like you've been begging for.

[whensecretsrise]

The palace is sleeping. So quiet it could be empty. You kneel before your knight who has taken the throne. He sits comfortably, with an ease you have never felt when you're in that regal seat. But then again, he has none of weight of the crown or the need to protect. You're right here, after all. The crown still sits atop your head. It, and the delicate golden collar studded with gems are the only things you wear. The thin chain attached to the collar rests in your knight's hand.

He plays with it, letting it slide languidly slide over his gauntleted hand. Twining it around his fingers. When he tugs on it you lean forward with a gasp. He takes your chin in his hand, turning your face this way and that, examining you. Admiring you. When he releases you he keeps his hand held out. You dip your head and kiss it.

"More."

Your tongue slides along the metal up to his wrist. You take his fingers and turn them so that you can nuzzle into the leather that covers his palm. Your other hand runs up between his thighs to find his hardened cock. You look up at him with pleading eyes. He gives you a nod and your quick fingers free him from his pants. You take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before taking him deeper.

The first time this had happened; that he had stripped you and forced you on your knees had come from an argument where you dared him to make a mockery of the crown. To make a mockery of you. But now it had become a nightly ritual and you couldn't be happier to serve your knight this way and any other he might think of. Once the palace slept you were his to do with as he pleased.

[whensecretsrise]

“I am the prince,” you huff. Your cheeks are rose bright in fury and embarrassment.

“Then start acting like it,” your knight grunts. He presses one hand over your mouth. The calluses are hard against your soft lips. His other hand tugs down your pants.

He has you pinned against the side of your bed. You couldn't move if you wanted to. Those thick, calloused fingers dip into your center, coming back wetted with your arousal. At his touch you nearly collapse.

“My prince, you're practically dripping. Let's get you out of those clothes before you ruin them.” He takes his hand off your mouth and begins stripping you as easily as he would doff his own armor.

“You can't treat me like this,” you hiss. Anger makes you want to dig your nails into him and leave thick raised lines behind.

As you spoke he had stripped himself bare as well. “Stop me then.” He pushes your chest, causing you to topple backwards onto your blankets. He parts your thighs. “Give the order. Command me, and I will stop.”

You snarl at him even as a shiver of desire rolls through you. He smirks. It's an easy thing to step between your knees, to return a hand to your mouth and lean his weight on you so that you're firmly held against the mattress. His other hand reaches for your center again. He slicks his fingers, pumping them in and out of you, smiling at your muffled moans. When he turns those fingers to the head of your cock you jolt as if struck by lightning. No one had ever touched you there. And here he was, thick fingers toying with you, stroking you like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. That, perhaps, was the thing that unraveled you the fastest. You arched your back, hips canting up to meet his hand as your orgasm rushed through you. In that moment you were thankful that his hand was over your mouth after all.

Your knight grins and pulls his hands back. Once you've caught your breath he speaks. “Order me to stop. This will be the last chance I give you tonight. Order me or submit and be my plaything to use to get pleasure however I see fit. Command me to stop, or give up being the prince with me for just one night.”

You glare up at him from the bed. “Don't you dare stop.”