Its a tough Job where people have short lives and Tragically often die poor and young. Mercenary work. It leaves you bloodied, bruised, with a taste of hurting people, and often times dead. So when girls like me get a good job and fucking live, we party. Some assholes save and fucking retire and shit but nah. I'm in it for the lifestyle. Live hard die young type shit.
So, when I'm partying in a place with nicer beds and better booze than I normally slum with, and I see the fucking Princess of the Land walk in with your dumbass bodyguard, well I just NEED to take a fucking piece of you. You're prim and proper, nose up, clearly judging every fucking person in this place. It's clearly an act, I know how to read people and you're desperate for attention. That shit has to be your drug, and you need all of it. You walk around a bit, Order an expensive drink, top shelf, spit it out, gets in close showing off your ample cleavage, further pressed up with that fluffy, poofy, expensive fucking dress, and chastises the man working the counter for serving you slop. I Watch that poor excuse of a bodyguard grow bored looking at the princess, until his dick outmatches his desire for employment as he ogles and chases after some poor lady working and I have an opportunity.
"Well well well, Look at what we have here. Look who wandered into a place she doesn't belong? Die Prinzessin hm?" "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" The princess spins, your dress basically taking a half second to catch up with your torso. I chuckle at the absurdity of it. Cream and ridiculously stylish, like you're out to the royal ball. Looks like it took months to make. You'd be unable to run even if you wanted to. That and your beyond flawless makeup, you're so fucking adorable. "Me? Im just a girl who took interest in a girl all on her own, who looks like she needs a good time. Prim and Proper and stuffy. You've probably never been properly fucked." "I... What? Excuse you?! Never been-" "That's right, last girl I was with, she sang so beautifully, Left bruises on her that left her wheezing and fucking begging for more. That was a night to remember. Cheating on her husband I think?" "You- You beast! How dare you come up-" I give you a smirk, catching you off guard. "Awwww princess are you jealous? Does this excite you? Does it get you wet? Knowing you can finally have what you've fantasized about?" "Wh-"
"Why else would you have come here in such an expensive dress with such a stupid guard, you were hoping someone would take you away. That's okay princess, I can punch you if you want." "S-such vulgar language... s-such an uncouth request." I lean in closer to you, placing a hand behind the wall, my leather armour straining against my muscles. Your eyes are drawn to it and you catch yourself in a breath, wondering what it would be like, for my thick, strong arms to wail into you. Just for a second, before clearing your senses. "Well Princess? I didn't hear a fucking no. Do you want it or not?"
Your heart flutters for another second. You can't let me know I'm right but... when will you get another chance like this. And I'm so close, and I smell of girl musk and dried blood and violence and expensive booze and it's making your legs weak. But your pride... "Th-this is..... I-I...... I would probably cry easily." My smirk turns into a full smile, I lean closer into you. My scent overpowering your brain. No matter how stubborn your princess brain is you have to like this treatment. "Fuck me, that's hot. You wouldn't tap out would you? Prove you're better than a commoner who's pummelling you?" "Uh how-" "And then that commoner softly coos, pets your hair, plays with your princess parts, Crosses the wires of pain and pleasure. Mmmmm Fuck I'll have a LOT of fun." You mumble under your breath, and yet my practised ears catch it anyways. How cute you are, trying to hide things from me. "Would you even obey me ordering you to stop?" "Fucking would I? It's a coin flip. Maybe I want to torture a tantrum out of you." Louder, pride somehow overtaking the building lust, you say, not a shout, but a regular voice. "I... I am far too dignified for that. Hmph. I wouldn't cry and beg and plead for more." "Oh? Are you then princess? What if I were to bite you, feel my teeth sink into your soft flesh?" "N-no-nononononoNO that- oh god!!" Even closer I lean, I want my breath to touch the edge of your face, so you can feel my breath, I slip a knee into your crotch, under your dress, feel the wet on you, and hear the soft delicate gasp you make. I smile wider. "Being worked up by just this? Mmmm now I wonder if I could make you bleed, taste royal blood. I wonder if it tastes rich and savoury?" How DARE I speak to you this way, into the wall? In a corner. Why this is treason! And You will say as such! Hmph! "This is...... es ist verbrechen gegen die krone!!" "Hehehe, Let me tell you princess, you may call it fucking treason, but I think the wet spot on my knee disagrees with that." You go to cover your face as it Reddens, through the crack you work out, "I-I..... I am n-not a whore,..... I-it....." "It's okay princess, it's not whore behaviour to enjoy being fucked and threatened. It's natural for spoiled things like you." "I-it's improper......" I laugh, taking you back, I laugh in the face of grace and behaviour? What kind of unwashed beast am I? You shudder just thinking it. "Who gives a shit about proper if it's fun Princess? Be a little rebellious for once, the king doesn't need to hear shit about this." "I..." you say, biting your lip unconsciously, "t-to harm the body of a royal......"
I look deep in your eyes, reading the building lust. It's always been a skill good for both guarding a booth or picking up girls. "Is it really harm if you love that shit princess?" "S-so vulgar." "It turns you on doesn't it, my vulgar fucking mouth." "It does NOT hmph!" I smile, spoiled brats always say that. "There's that adorable fucking noise, you sure you don't want to hear what it sounds like with you gasping for breath?" And with those words you fall into my chest, desperately fanning your face. Your knees shake and I move mine away from your crotch. Your perfume smells potent and expensive. We need to cover that up with my smell for sure. "Looks like you really need some fucking relief princess. Do you want to go to my room?" "N-nein... you just... scared me, yes, scared me."
You look up into my eyes, Hunger fills them, I look delighted. Your breath catches again. "Oh? I scared you? Fucking Good. I like my girls with fear in their eyes. And I like you in that dress princess. So maybe I'll fuck you in it, we can ruin it together." A whimper escapes your lips, you feel so pathetic and spoiled. You... you need this. But... "Y-you wouldn't........" "Oh I can and I will, you just simply need to say yes princess, and all your fucking wildest fantasies will come true." You adjust your neckline, try to shift your position and realize you're already in my arms. You instinctively take a deep breath of my smell. It convinces you. "y-yes.....?" And my hand finds itself in yours, my grip locked firm and solid, it hurts a little... you like it. "Then lets go to my room princess and I'll make you cum your spoiled little brains out."
I find you swoon into my arms and start pulling you towards the stairs, looking to see you nodding and complying, though as I drag you it seems you have something to say. "J-just mercenary...... I will have to leave this place when we finish..... I-I need to look presentable after!" "Of course princess, I don't want anyone to think you've gone missing or some shit like that. Now come along, if you have a schedule to keep, you need to feel my fucking muscles asap." I practically drag you upstairs. It looks like an expensive room, almost irresponsible with newfound wealth. I give you a cocky grin. "Well princess, I should properly take this armour off, I'm certainly not going to need it. Keep your dress on though, Always wanted to fuck a princess in her gown." "Y-yes of course. S-such an expensive room.... I didn't know you commoners had such tastes."
I shrug, working on the buckles of my armour. You take in the room. It's nice, but not of quality you're used to. Plenty to pick apart. "Eh I have money to blow right now and I knew I was going to bring Some pretty girl up here, though If I knew it was going to be a princess I would have at least made sure my sword was less visible." "Hmmm, much of the decoration is garish however, I can tell the poor craftsmanship on the panels and metal easily, there's a distinct lack of finer detail..... mmm, quit-" Your eyes while surveying the room is attracted to the Greatsword leaning along the side of the bed farther from the door. It's engraved with runes and is of a clear high quality, even from a distance. The scabbard is stained partially red, presumably from blood. "o-oh! That's a sword a-" And with the sound of a thud of leather hitting the ground you turn around, and you gain witness to my naked top. I'm Rugged. Strength in every tanned muscle shows as I pose for you, pits hairy and a clear happy trail leading down my scarred abdomen. My tits jiggle and bounce in the air. I move with a level of comfort like I've done this a hundred times and know that you'll love it. As your eyes naturally trail down you see my large bulge in my trousers, a clear outline of, well the words that slip out of you capture it more succinctly. "that's….. das ist eine andere." "Hehe, wandering eyes princess? You know you can look at the sword down here too, All good mercenaries carry a backup." I watch you drop onto the bed, gown poofing up around you, accentuated with a pathetic little whimper. Such an adorable thing. I spot your Nearly transparent leggings, fashionable heels and panties to match, for just a second. You really really are such an adorable little thing. "Oh...... was haben ich getan?" "Das ist eine gute Prinzessin. You'll be alright princess, I'm sure you'll really fucking like this." I crawl up onto the bed, struggling through the massive amount of poof of your dress, before coming face to face with you, Looking at your terrified eyes. "Do you want to start slow princess? I can get quite intense and a good warm up might help you take the shit that will come later." I watch you wince and nod. Fucking adorable. "Please be gentle."
"I can make no such promise." My hands work their way around your body, feeling you through your dress. You feel me grip where I touch, with more pressure than you expect for "gentle". You moan and gasp, and I remember where makes what noises. Every Gasp I press down to see if you moan. They come out involuntarily. Every time you moan I laugh cruelly at you. Even with your discreet and intimate interactions with your maids, you are treated far more delicately. I Harshly grope at your fattened royal tits, push into your flesh. It nearly drives you mad.
"How does it feel princess? Fucking great? I'm sure no posh noble would treat you like this, The right way, the way you enjoy? Rough and fucking hungry, like a woman fucking should." I press your soft skin harder, Gauging your whimpers and mewls. Another hand wanders under your gown, and I feel the soft skin of your thigh and smile. You really did never work a day in your life, you pampered fucking brat. I decide as I press into your thighs roughly I'll give you some actual fucking work. "I-I....." You ball a fist next to your mouth as worlds clearly have failed you. Adorable.
"That's okay princess, you don't need the words, your body speaks loud enough for both of you." You feel my upper hand move under your corset and start roughly groping your tits. You look into my eyes and see the bloodlust of a soldier on the battlefield, focused and gleeful, and hungry for you. You get the feeling I'm enjoying this. I'm enjoying you. You're my plaything. You feel a sharp pinch on your nipple, mixed with soft rubbing on your undergarments. Tears well in your eyes as you choke back an orgasmic sob. Your legs shudder and move closer together, doing all you can not to moan loud and lewd. "A-Ah! owowowowowwwwwwww! Weh tun......" "Go ahead princess, they'll just think you're some random whore I picked up." You twitch further, the words stinging as much as the pinch but it feels so good..... "Be loud, be slutty, let all those courtly graces go. You just need to feel human now, under my touch." You see me smile as I twist your nipple a little. "If it's too much say Elephant. Understood Princess?" "AH~!!!" Escapes your mouth as you quickly cover it out of shame, hand shaking, and you nod.
"Fucking adorable." I rub your panties in a circular motion, gauging your twitches and your bucking as I sightlessly play your moans like a well tuned instrument. I look at your shoulder, and use my face to nudge the strap out of the way. I need to fucking taste you, I start to lick, and suck, and Bite into you. "Haaaaaaaah!!!! This-" I feel you get even fucking wetter, like a pathetic faucet. Your moans encouraging me to rub faster, Bite harder, Grip tighter. I need you to be so fucking needy, and I stop for a second, recognizing I skipped an important part of social interactions, even as rude as I am I should at least do this, and give you a cocky grin. "My name is Rhea by the way princess, In case you want to know the name of the woman who ruined men for you."
You gulp, panting as the corset does not help you breathe, though everyone does agree with you that it makes your tits look fantastic. "M-men were already n-nothing to me, but thank you anyways Rhea... I'm sure you know my name." "Princess Camille, Eldest daughter to the throne, blah blah blah. Titles don't matter here. You're just Camille, the girl I'm Bedding for tonight." You feel the pressure from your tit release, eliciting a whimper, before you feel the corset loosen as my hand deftly reaches around you. With a swift motion you feel your tits burst free. "The girl with the beautiful tits." "Ah!! Th-the nerve to just- OH~!" Blurts from you as you feel my hand shove your chest up to my mouth as I start to suck from you, and push your panties out of the way to start playing with you proper. You blush deeply as the soft noises of arousal escape you. You hear me chuckle as you feel rubbing against your perineum and a thumb find your shaft, sending lighting through your body as I touch you in a way you never have been properly before.
"Did I just discover a royal secret? It's quite alright, I'm loyal to whoever pays the fucking best. You can grab onto me by the way, you're allowed to do that." My face disappears into your chest and you feel my teeth sink into your tit, as with one hand I force your chest higher off the bed. Somehow peaks hit higher, Pulling more whimpering from you. "AHN!!!! Guh..." You tentatively grasp with one hand, as you feel yourself coming near orgasm, watery pathetic royal seed being drawn. You feel me pull forwards, going harder, encouraged by your twitches and moans, until I let you drop onto the bed.
I make a fist in my now free hand, smiling deeply into your face, making certain you can look at me. My other one speeds up, faster, faster, amplifying pleasure. "I did wonder what noises you would make if I punched you princess. Do you want to try it?" "I-I... Das werden weh tun! Das ist ein verbrechen gegen die krone! please I-" Threatening me with crimes and jail time makes me more excited to beat into you. "You enjoyed the rest of the fucking pain so far princess." I listen to your rapid breathing, I look into your panicked, Prey-like eyes, getting lost in how cute you are. You never said the safe word yet. "This is!!!" You whimper "Rhea....." "You just need to say yes.~" You grab for a sheet, hyperventilating, You couldn't escape even if you wanted to. "I...... yes it would hurt....." I smile patiently at this, speeding my hand up on your little clitty, but slow as I wait for your answer to be solid. "Is that yes, and knowing it will hurt Camille? Or is it that yes it will hurt?"
"Tsch, this is humiliating," You look away and nod "The former." Blindsided by your embarrassed aversion of your eyes, you don't see it when my fist crashes into your gut as you finish confirming the first. Signals ripple through your body, you've never even been hit before. Pain? Pleasure? It's hard to tell the difference when I sped up in sync with it. You gag and let out a choked gasp as your back arches, makeup long ruined, drooling. You spasm and clutch your abdomen, barely coherent, everything a horny pain filled haze. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-!" I rub softly on the area. "How was that my little pain slut?" You can't do anything but curl up and sob loudly.
I run my hand through your hair, feeling it's once perfect styling now messy and wild like me. "Don't forget the word princess, we can stop any fucking time you want. I held back by the way, It was your first time with this." My fingers down to prod at your behind, savouring in your long whimper it elicits. "Es tut mir weh....." You nod shakily, before laughing as confused signals in your brain cross wires "Ahahahaha! Scheisze. P-please don't leave any marks for the maids to find....." "Hehe. Es fühlt sich gut an, oder? Don't worry princess, I know how to find the sweet spot, but maybe, with how soft you are." I maliciously push into the spot I just punched, wanting to hear you scream more. "You still fucking bruised from that." And exactly the response I want escapes you.
"AAAAAUGH! G-yah, Gahaha, nnnnn!!!!!!" You shudder, more pathetic sobs escaping you. "Fucking adorable" You hear as a hand softly grabs your chin and forces you to look into my eyes. It's scary. Predatory. Like how you imagined the wolves from children's stories looked at the protagonists. A finger slips into your plush, pillowy, beautiful rear. "Ah!!!" Your hips instinctively buck to get more in. "Do you want another?" "Ah.... hnnn y-yes."
"Beg for it princess slut." "I-I am a royal, I do not beg-!" You feel me slide out of you as I smile maliciously. My hand rests on your ass, but has stopped moving. All stimulation ends cold. "Then you remain unsatisfied. Unless you want to piss me off that is princess..." "I-I still have my pride..." "I can break that." Your face twists in to the most defiant spoiled little bitch face it can. You feel it, you don't need to see it. It works on everyone. You whimper. "I-you couldn't...." Your voice gets softer. "You wouldn't.........." "I can princess, and I will." The sound of a belt being undone and pants hitting the ground fills the air. For some reason, that noise fills you with excitement and dread. "Huh?" "Oh? You thought only you would get satisfaction today?" "I....." "Heheheh princess, you can beg for it, or I can make it painful for you, but either way I'm having fun." "Oh mein gott......" You see me lean closer to your face, "Es gibt keinen Gott, nur mich. Princess..." "Ich bin,...... die Prinzessin Camille, der alteste in der thronefolge..... und-"
"Und, Prinzessin?" As you find yourself unable to speak, I smile with malice. "Ah there's the mental state I was looking for. It's okay, you don't need to speak. I know what you want, and this broken mess is just as good as a slut begging for me to rail her." I planned this, to crash both my fist into your gut and My cock, four times your size, into your ass. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!!!!!! AGHAGGHhhhhhh..... ghghhg ahn......" I smile as you begin to sob loudly. "nein...... NEIN!" "Fuck you're cute when you cry." And my malicious smile grows wider when this makes you sob harder. I take the opportunity to start pumping, savouring your perfect ass. "No? No means nothing to me princess. Only word can get me to stop now. Do you remember it?"
"Scheisze....... ich werde heir stirben. I-....." You feel drool run down both sides of your mouth, your body shaking with terror and with lust. "Ah! E-es ist so groesze!! Er tut mir weh!!" "I'm not even halfway in princess." Your heart skips a beat. "And besides, with how tight you're clenching on to me, I know you like pain." A gagging sob escapes you once more, pain and pleasure and lust and fear all betraying your courtly graces. The idea that you're even a noble is leaving your mind. "It Hurts..... so viel......." "And yet, you're like a faucet down here. See?" You feel me touch your cock, sending shivers down your spine as the poor neglected clit gets some attention, I thrust hard and when you gasp I shove my finger in your mouth. You taste your salty pre. "gh-! Ah-" You gag on my fingers, between all the pathetic yelps of pain an Utterly whorish fucking moan escapes your slutty lips. A thought passes through your mind in your horny haze. 'It's probably a damned shame I'm a royal and not some wench.'
And as if I could read your mind, to reinforce that intrusive thought, "Fuck, you would've made such a lovely whore." I push farther and farther into you, going faster and faster. I'm panting, you feel my sweat hit your face. I smell even more fucking dense It's overpowering. You can't even smell your perfume anymore. "I- that- That. oh~." Your head swirls, you can barely string together how you should be offended and disgust between the surges of pathetic, masochistic pleasure lighting up your system more intensely than your first kiss with a woman. "Fuck. You're so fucking good. I'm getting close Camille, are you?" Some distant beast growls. You look into it's eyes, hungry and feral, with a sharp, toothy grin. It needs to hurt you more. You can just tell. But your pride leaks out, what little is left of it. As soft as possible you whisper. "I'm not a whore......." "Fucking, sure princess, Are you close or not? I need to know if I need to slow down." My grunts and groans and pants accentuate how I'm hitting your deepest fucking spots, sending waves of pleasure as I finally manage to bottom out in you with every slap. You feel yourself nod, respond automatically. "I.... Ja....."
"Fucking good, you'll cum with me in Five, Four, Three, Two." One is expected. When I do say "Eins" instead, my fist crashes into your gut once more, harder than the other two, and simultaneously, I flood you with my lustful seed, panting and groaning and cumming harder as you buck and shake and your clit gushes watery seed into your panties and petticoat, Knowing I forced pain and pleasure to mix so hard, as your scream of pain comes out as the most pathetic lewd whorish moan I have ever heard. I find myself panting and groaning and moaning like a wolf in rut, and I collapse into you.
"Oh Rhea~. Fuck~." "Fucking hell Camille. Let's stay here for a bit. Cuddle. We both need to unwind after that." Our breaths come out in sync, I stroke your hair and bring my other arm around to hold onto you. "Fuck, you took it so well... you did so good." "I-I did...?" I feel your arms weekly cuddle back, as you process the thick remnants of my cum leaking out of you. I sniff your hair. It smells of strawberries and lavender. It's lovely. "You did. Shit... Did I do good? Didn't go too far did I?" "I...... I hurt. But it's...... forgivable." I lovingly watch the faintest smile on your face. You are very beautiful.
You feel me rub your belly gently, sending waves of comfort through you. Not like the masochistic pain the first time, this is soothing. "I'm glad. Did you have fun Princess?" Your nod comes confident and full as you come down. "I did. Y-you're quite chivalrous~" "Aftercare princess. This stuff is hard. For both of us. Once I didn't get any after beating the hell out of a girl. She loved it the whole time. Fucked me up for two weeks. Nearly got impaled on the field because of it haha. Thought I was an evil woman beating man at one point." You see me lovingly plant a kiss on your lips, eliciting a moan from you. "I'd like to do this again some time princess. I could be your dirty little secret." You pull me a bit closer to you, some strength returning. "W-would you like anything from me...?" I sigh. It sounds almost heartbreaking to you right now. "Well.... This room was fucking expensive. And With post nut clarity hitting... the food I ate, let alone the booze... Shit. You know of any jobs?"
"I..... I'm not sure. I'll let you know Adel verpflichtet." A noble promise. Now you're honour bound to follow through. "J-just didn't want y-perhaps bodyguard duty for a while....?" "Oh? Looking for a replacement? I noticed yours didn't even see you when I snatched you away. Too busy ogling the staff here like some sort of pervert." I laugh hearty and rough. Not the taunting laughter from before, this is joyful and full of life. I feel you settle into me deeper. "Hhhh~ he's just an ersatz for my old one, she's on leave. Though I'm sure she'd ogle the staff just the same~. No, just as a means to keep you close, paid, and such." "Well I can promise you, my eyes would only be on you." I brush your hair a bit. "My princess, I would be honoured to protect you with my life." "I'll have a contract drafted. Lets rest for a while."
It's about half an hour until I'm certain that you've fallen asleep. I get out of bed, put my leathers on, and grab my greatsword. I step downstairs and see the place has cleared out a bit. Though that moron is still harassing, at least a new woman. I march up to him and tap him on the shoulder. "Hey dipshit, the princess has been missing for hours and you didn't notice." "Wha? OH SHIT! I need to find her or I'm going to get fired!" "Too late, kick bricks, I already got your job you fucking moron. Cushy ass royal job and you lost it to a girl who knew within seconds you'd be harassing anyone with a small bit of cleavage who isn't your boss." "Why you bitch!" This moron swings at me but I just use his size and throw him into the wall, he stumbles a bit a little more fight in him before falling to the ground unconscious. "Sorry bout that, I just came down to tell him he's fired and to close out my tab."
