Dec 4, 2025
Fun Fact! If you tap your knuckles against your knights chestplate and ask who their heart beats for, themselves or you, you can stun-lock them long enough to kiss the side of their helm without protest!
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Fun Fact! If you tap your knuckles against your knights chestplate and ask who their heart beats for, themselves or you, you can stun-lock them long enough to kiss the side of their helm without protest!
feeling deviously fem and i'm going to make it the entire realms problem. i want to wear scandalously low cut dresses that hug my body like a second skin. i wanna pin a knight down with my heel over their chest plate while the slit up my leg shows off so much of my thigh. i want to entice a princess to let me into her bed and off of her window ledge, lest she want the entire kingdom to see what i'd do to her. i want to ride an innocent prince until he cries and then laugh when he gets overstimulated, watching how my hair drapes around him like a dark curtain. i want to catch a maiden in my web and look her over—watching as her arousal drips down her thighs with devilish hunger. tempt the huntsmen into my woods and turn him into the hunted, happy to claw and bite and mark with a dark lip paint. offer the blacksmith a trade for the best metals in the land for nights of pleasure. oh the terror i'll bring to the realm.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI
It’s normal for you to kneel before me on the throne, but this time I want you to come closer. Close enough that your knees rest upon the steps and your face is a breath away from my thighs. With your helmet on the floor, I can see the way your cheeks begin to flush. You don’t know where to look, up at my amused gaze or bow your head and stare directly at my crotch.
“You’ve been recommended to me by your commander, not for your potential or training progress, but something else. Something you do for him, for your whole company if the rumors are accurate. I simply must see what all the buzz is about. Go on. You know what I’m referring to.”
I shift in my seat, edging closer so you get the hint. I won’t be undoing my own trousers, obviously, instead I wait for you to bring unsure hands up to my lap. You search my face for any sign to stop, afraid that you’ve misunderstood my meaning, but you only find anticipation in my gaze.
This must be a high honor for you, to get to slip your prince’s cock from its confines and wrap your lips around it. To be the reason I sigh in pleasure. You had hoped to be recognized for your deeds, did you not? Perhaps one day you will be, but you’re still much too green to be sent out on your own quests. For now, you will be recognized more by your ability to shine a man’s sword than wield one yourself. Besides, you’re more useful to me like this. I have plenty that will gladly lay down their lives for me, but few are this adept in the use of their tongue.
I can feel your whole body jump when the door creaks on its hinges. This sight is a delightful one, you looking up at me with your mouth full, eyes wide with the fear of getting caught. You try to turn and see who has entered, but a stern look from me keeps you from lifting your head. I will greet our guest.
“Oh hello Captain, what wonderful timing. After your glowing recommendation, I thought I’d give this new knight here a try. You didn’t mention he was so adorably shy, though. Hah, I can feel him trembling as you approach.”
Now, under the watchful gaze of your superior, show me what you’ve been practicing.
Okay but consider-
Orc guard who is in love with you (prince/princess?). He’s so good at his job because he would still kill anyone that tried to look at you sideways regardless of if he was getting paid or not. You’re the first human to ever be kind to him, and one of the few people to not make fun of him for not having tusks (a very rare genetic mutation among orcs).
“Well, you not having tusks will just make it easier for me to spot you in a crowd, and I’ll know you’re mine,” your bright smile almost makes his knees give out.
You think of him as yours.
so for the princess scenario—my knight is older than me (bc of course) and in charge of getting me from place to place along with protecting me. but i would truly rather stay in my room than do anything so everything is a fight
one day, as she’s trying to get me ready to go to my lessons, she starts explaining how i’m going to need this stuff when i’m queen, but i tell her i’m just going to have advisors to do all of that for me
“So then what purpose do you serve?”
“What do you mean?”
“If your advisors are the ones making all of the decisions because you know nothing, then what are you there for?”
“Well, I’m the princess, silly!”
as we’re talking i’m halfway under the bed looking for a bra, so i don’t see her walking up to stand behind me. she’s staring at my ass, panties just a little visible bc my nightgown is riding up.
“Your highness, do you know what I call a lady who has no real talents outside of sitting still and looking pretty?”
before i can answer, she grabs my waistband and yanks my panties up my ass hard enough for my head to hit the underside of the bed.
“A whore. And whores—“ she’s punctuating her words with tugs “—do not get to wear modest underwear. They wear little strips of fabric that leave little to the imagination.”
at first i’m taken aback, but as she keeps tugging, it starts to feel good. she pulls me out from underneath the bed and makes me stand up before pushing me into the wall.
“And they don’t get to wear nice nightgowns either.” she grabs the top of my nightgown and rips, revealing my tits. i try to cover my chest, but she uses one hand to hold my wrists and the other to grope my boobs. it feels so so good and i start trying to rub myself against her like a bitch in heat.
“Don’t tell me you like this.”
“Please, please just let me- help me-“ i can’t even get the words out before she’s holding the front of my panties taut.
“I can’t believe you. You’re supposed to be a dignified lady, and here you are getting off on me treating you like a common whore.”
i don’t even have the mind to take offense, i’m just too busy chasing release. and soon enough i’m whining and making a mess of my panties.
“If I had known that this—“ she tugs my panties again “—was all it took to get you to behave, i would’ve done it years ago.”
she pushes me to the bed and forces me to sit down. “Stay. And don’t even think about picking those panties from between your lips.”
she leaves the room, and i sit there obediently in my mess. i know no one will walk in without asking first, but there’s something thrilling about the thought of another servant coming in and seeing me like this.
after a few minutes, she returns with books and scrolls of paper in her hand. “I’ve told your tutors you’re feeling under the weather and will be taking your lessons in your room today.”
she dumps her loot on my desk and then walks over to me. she grabs the front of my panties and tugs, using them like a leash. i whine and follow her, still sensitive from my orgasm.
she forces me down into my desk chair and switches her grip from the front to the back of my panties. she pulls them over the back of the chair and leaves them there. she stretched them out a little earlier, but i’m still sitting on a strip of fabric more than the chair itself. it’s more painful than pleasurable at this point.
“You have an hour to come up with a trade plan between us and our neighboring kingdom. If I’m not satisfied by your idea, I’ll hang you from the bed post and make you do it again.”
“But—“ she slaps me before i can continue.
“No buts. I’ve spent years trying to find a way to get you to listen. It’s no one’s fault but your own that that way happens to be brutalizing you.”
she starts to grope my chest again, this time fondling both of my nipples. “But if you do it right the first time, I’ll be sure the reward you. It’s up to you.”
She gives them a painful twist before retreating to the corner of the room to watch me work. I pick up my pen and try to get comfortable.
The trick is to becoming a good knight is to be just a little bit pathetic at all times. You gotta shake when reciting your oaths, head bent as if in prayer. Graze your lips gently across a token of favor as if the scars upon your lips would shatter it if pressed too hard. When your beloved offers their hand, you must take it with the reverence only ever found in churches. And if they smile? Instantly rock hard.
So I think all kings/princes should leash and collar their knights actually
PLEASE DEAR KNIGHTS!!
Consider saving a dragon from being slain and sink the hilt of your sword inside jester today!!!
