Non con fantasy where a princess, tired of her knight's chivalrous rejections, decides to simply drug them and take what she wants

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Non con fantasy where a princess, tired of her knight's chivalrous rejections, decides to simply drug them and take what she wants
hudson: beach trip today?
hudson: or anything that involves you being half or full naked.
❝ YOU REALLY THINK you can trespass on my kingdom’s borders and get away with it ? ❞ back is turned ; blood red dress just kissing the floor of the throne room . far away look in eyes ; the princess will CONTINUE to speak , hands linked behind her back . even in the heels ; she’s too small , too small to hold this power in her hands .
even the guards look nervous ; an execution in the throne room hasn’t happened in a while , and one of them looks towards the weapon next to the king’s throne and shivers , before attention turns forward once more . ❝ as a matter of fact , i should throw you in a HOLDING CELL to rot and wait until your superior officer comes to collect you . ❞
a frown comes to her LIPS , as hands fall to her side ; clenching into small fists . ❝ or have you beheaded . father would more than approve of that , i believe . ❞ she sighs , closing her eyes , oh , mother , father , why did you have to leave her here alone ? bubbling disdain in her body , let her grab the claymore that rests next to her father’s stone , and in her FURY never look at him , but let the claymore scratch the marble floor as she approaches the SPY (!?) . the two guards next to her stiffen but never move from their spots
❝ STATE YOUR REASON for being here ; if you are to endanger my people , i’ll kill you my--- ❞ monika hasn’t raised the weapon , but is frozen , as jade eyes linger on soft features of the tresspasser , lips parting slightly . SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT !
@frgtmenct !
she had been silent all day, her mind racing with thoughts that pulled her so many different ways. her father had never been the BEST to her ( at least, not since losing her mother ) but he was still her FATHER. he was still the only real family she had left. she hadn’t told theo yet, afraid that her words may come off as too cold if she didn’t treat the subject delicately enough. but she was sure it was obvious, the way she buried herself within his arms and rested her head against his chest, not speaking and not making an effort to push things forward. she didn’t have herself put together today ( not to the standards of what the soon-to-be queen should look like. ) hair a mess of waves, still in her night gown from the previous night —— it was obvious she was distracted. finally, she had to break the silence, knowing it was BETTER for them if she did. ❝ theo, ❞ she muttered quietly, body stirring within his arms as they laid together. ❝ what if i can’t do this? what if i can’t be the queen that everyone’s expecting me to be? ❞ she SKIPPED the big news ——- that her father was deathly ill. she didn’t know how to talk about that yet, but it was clear there was more to this.
🦎 °.・ @nctafailure.
thief slipping into the crowned prince’s room late at night, armed with a knife and a sleeping draught and a scheme to steal a small fortune. the knife was just in case— it just a dab on his lips would be enough, the merchant had told them, to quieten the most fitful sleeps and enable the mind and body to rest. they hadn’t shared what it was truly for, of course
the plan was to sneak in unnoticed, drug the pampered royal, and take their pick of jewels, gold, fine clothing…. yet when they spied the prince sleeping rather naked in their silken sheets, the thief couldn’t help but want to take a little more. tempted by the sight of him unknowing and helpless, fingers itching to touch rather than steal
enjoying his soft subdued groans of pleasure. his flushed skin. the almost pathetic whimpers and incoherent begging that slip through his induced slumber as the thief takes their pleasure. maybe they even wear one of the crowns as they ride his royal cock, just for their own amusement
Domme witch who seduces the prince in order to make them enthralled with her. she steals into their bedchamber and forces them to cum for her. then she binds the prince to her, so they feel the compulsion to come to her whenever she feels horny. it works so well that they train each other to become more and more horny and get stuck in a loop of hedonistic pleasure