#royaltykink

[royally-loved]

Subby Prince moments when you’re just sitting there asking “Am I pretty? Can I be pretty for you? Please, let me be pretty.”

God there’s such a freedom in being a pretty man. I never stopped being pretty, and I never plan to.

Please sir. Am I pretty?

[arireynes]

currently imagining being a lost princess captured by a group of orcs and taken to the leader, far away from the village, where he makes you his :p

The princess wouldn't know what was happening when she was traded away for peace with another kingdom. She'd beg her kingdom not to let it happen, but she'd be carted away to her new life, betrothed to a vile king far away.

But, on the way, the carriage would be attacked by orcs. When they spotted her, pretty and soft and not as scared as everyone else, they'd make a deal. If she went with them, they'd be nice and spare everyone else. Living with the orcs is a better fate than where she was going, and she would agree, letting them take her deep into the woods to their king.

She'd be brought to his palace, pushed to her knees before his throne, his subjects in the audience behind her. Her eyes would go wide at the sight of the massive orc king, wide and thick with muscle, large thighs spread, body adorned in jewels and finery, gaze watchful as he studied her.

She'd beg his mercy, tell him she'd do anything not to be returned to her fate. Say that she wished to stay there, that she wouldn't be a bother.

He'd agree easily, tell her that she's more than welcome to stay, but if she's going to live among them, everyone would need to know that she belongs to him. And what better way to do so than making sure everyone sees him claim her?

She'd be surprised, not expecting it when he coaxed her to her feet, guiding her closer. She would feel small when his big his hands curled around her waist as he pulled her closer, teasing the hem of her dress. He'd smirk at the way she watches him, tell her he knows he'll find her wet for him at the thought of being taken in front of the crowd.

She'd try to deny it, try to say that there was no way she was turned on from this. She was a princess, she couldn't possibly be aroused in this situation. But all it would take is his fingers dipping between her legs to make her gasp and know he was right.

He'd laugh and pull her on his lap, fisting the fabric of her dress in his hand to rip it off and toss it away, leaving her bare. He'd spread her legs, showing everyone just how much she wanted him. She'd be ashamed, try to hide, but he'd make sure she couldn't look away, easily holding her open so he could rub his fingers over her before pressing them into her. He'd fuck her on his fingers in front of everyone, his free hand holding her in place so she had to look at the crowd.

When he felt like she'd been stretched enough for him, he let her feel his huge, thick cock against her stomach before pulling her down on him.

When he pressed into her, she'd moan so sweetly, gasping as he sank deeper and deeper, impossibly huge inside her. She'd never felt something so good, and she'd beg him to fuck her.

Not one to argue with a pretty woman on his cock, he'd bend her over his throne, rough hands on her soft hips to pin her down and fuck her.

He'd thrust in rough strokes, filling her again and again, taking her as his and making sure everyone knew it.

She'd take it so well, begging for more even when he filled her to her limit, her moans and gasps like music to his ears.

And she'd take it when he came, let him fill her up, gasping at the feeling, rocking into him to urge him to keep going. It wouldn't take much to get him back to pounding her to her own release, and she'd finish with a cry, hundreds of orcs watching and hooked on her every movement.

There would be no question after that of who the princess belongs to.

[nothwell]

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“Have you done that before?”

“Done what?”

“Kissed someone.”

An unaccountable shame bloomed in Emlyn’s chest. Xe’d never felt xe’d done anything wrong in this regard before. Now, however, with Rat asking xir the simplest question… Still, xe could do no less than answer honestly. “Yes.”

Rat deserved that much, at least.

Though he didn’t seem happy to hear it now. Nor did he say anything. No matter how dearly Emlyn wished he would. A horrible silence drew out between them.

Before Emlyn could stop xirself, xe added, “And more.”

This did nothing to improve Rat’s aspect. Nor did it induce him to speak. His eyes darted away from Emlyn’s. Over the room. Clear across it. Fixing on a point in the middle distance and focusing on nothing at all. His jaw clenched and unclenched. Yet he remained silent.

“Does it bother you?” Emlyn asked—though the answer was already evident.

“No,” said Rat.

There was something off in the answer. Too quick. Too sharp. It had a strange undercurrent that sounded utterly unlike the Rat that Emlyn had come to know and love.

All at once, Emlyn realized xe couldn’t recall Rat ever lying to xir before.

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[royally-loved]

A prince so worked up and needy that all forms of decorum go out the window. Too desperate to find a suitor to court. Too overwhelmed to go through the niceties of a conversation. Almost ready to spend far too much on a man of the night just to get it handled.

A knight who hasn’t had his fill in years. Duty comes first, after all. He hasn’t found much need for it since he realized where his loyalty stood. Or at least, that’s what he says as the gnawing hunger waits under him.

The prince seems spoiled. The knight seems cold. Though, when the sun sets and they’re alone, tension grows like weeds. Prince confined to his rooms, he finds the need too strong to ignore. If no one is helping, then damn it, he will help himself.

Moans and whimpers spill through the cracks in the door. The prince is loud. Gasping and shaking as fingers press inside the softness of his body.

The knight gritting his teeth to force himself to bare it. The sounds go on much longer than any sane man would allow. Years without touch dwindle that sanity down.He opens the door, stepping in as quietly as he can.

The prince freezes. His body is on display, legs spread and cunt dripping. He would shout, demand the knight leave. He just can’t when he watches the man start to methodically pull off the armor.

“…are you here t-“

“Shut up.” The knight demands. “This is a matter of the flesh. We are never to speak of it.”

The prince nods. His eyes drag over the well worn body of the knight in front of him. The blush on his cheeks grows as he leans back into the soft sheets of his bed. The knight will crawl over him, fingers digging into that soft skin.

The built up need finally takes over. The knight doesn’t bother controlling his strength. That’s just another thing in the way of getting to watch the beautiful man under him cry. Oh how the knight loves when they cry.

[royally-loved]

Sir knight~ my deaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr—-

I told the castle herbalist that I was in pain and they gave me a LOVELY tincture but it seems I now am unable to contain my foolishness. Please guide me to my chambers so I don’t cause a ruckus.

Perhaps… when we get to my chambers… well you are so handsome in that chainmail… and your arms are so strong holding me up. Would you like some tincture? They gave me the WHOLE bottle. No? More for me :)

[arireynes]

Would you rather be...

a pirate captain with a harem for your crew ⚔️

royalty with a harem of knights 👑

Voting ended onNov 25, 2024

yes they fuck

[princelycalls]

As your prince I order you to bend me over and fuck me on my throne for all the court to see - well, go on. Would you really risk going against your highness?

[princelycalls]

My only ambition is to work my way into your service, my prince. To become whatever you most need or desire. A servant? A knight? A mouth or a cock to make use of? Soon as I catch wind of opportunity my path is set. I will find my way to your side.

-⚔️

How absolutely bold of you, laying yourself out to me so willingly, pliantly. We could do so much together, most that come to mind being how feverishly we could tear each other apart in the throes of our animalistic fucking. Sweet thing, whatever your duties shall be to me, you’ll be mine and I can take care of you in any way should we both be of use to one another.