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Royal Prince making a knight kneel and clean their shoes. Full of smugness as the Knight becomes more and more flustered and red from the embracing act. Angry, they can't act without word from their prince patient to tare then to peaces and make them scream.

the prince is such a pretty, delicate, handsome thing. all curls and soft lips and fine fabrics. he is gentle and artistic and charming, the golden son of the palace.

he is protected by his personal knight, tall and broad with a handsome rugged face covered in battle scars. his expression is always stoic and he never talks much, but he and the prince seem to get along incredibly well, spending most of their time together, and not just in a professional capacity.

the rumours and gossip abound—the servants whisper to each other, watch the pair disappear for long periods of time, imagine the prince pinned underneath all that muscled glory, mewling and whining as his royal highness is pounded into again and again.

the other knights tease the knight, telling him how lucky he is and how jealous they are—what they wouldn’t give for a beautiful prince begging for their cocks, having a handsome submissive royal hole to fuck whenever they wanted.

the knight smiles, but does not say anything. his peers take it as confirmation and clap him on the back as he polishes his armour.

he tries not to let them hear his breath hitch as the plug in his ass is jolted for a moment. he looks across the courtyard to see the prince, who smirks, knowing exactly what the other knights think.

they let everyone think what they want. despite their ranks, no one would believe the truth. that the knight comes to the prince’s chambers every night and is tied up in his royal highness’ finest silks, that he fucks himself on the hilt of his own sword for his majesty’s pleasure, that he kneels at the throne every night as his prince spreads his legs and commands his knight to use his mouth to please him.

only the prince and the knight need to know what really happens behind closed doors.

after all, a loyal knight should kneel for his prince and serve him.

my princely ego is too big i need to get talked down to and taunted so bad........

"You think a little crown means you can boss me around? You think your little demands are anything other than begs to me? I'd be insulted if it weren't so adorably endearing."

"Awh, poor little prince. Can't bark your demands with my fingers in your mouth, can you? Drooling all over yourself, what a pathetic excuse for royalty."

"Too big? Too big? You're an heir to a throne and you can't even take a cock? How do you expect to rule when you can't even handle this?"

"Thattsss it, that's it bun. Take it like a good little prince. You feel so good. It's a shame this boycunt has such a noisy mouth. Thank god that noisy little mouth is behaving for now, isn't that right?"

"How does it feel, hm? Getting fucked by someone below you? You have all this power yet are so pathetic you can't even keep yourself from getting bent over, it's so fucking cute."

"Good princes take loads without whining, are you going to be a good prince? You can be a good prince for me, right? Can you even understand a single word I'm saying? Am I really fucking you that hard, or are you just being dramatic?"

"All done. What's wrong? You want more? You're gonna regret saying that, bunny."

raiiseseee of hands whose gonna pound this princely pussy like they're trying to get an heir i say pulling out my clipboard and pen

The prince was always sinking under shining,expensive jewelry.Of course it’s normal,he was the future ruler of this kingdom after all,he was dressed just as he should.

With or without his golden and diamonds crown,he was still breathtaking.His face was a huge inspiration source to the castle’s painters.His servants would always choose him the most elegant cloches to wear,everyone could admire his every angle and genuinely appreciate the view…

«But they weren’t seeing anything.»

That’s why thought a certain knight every time someone complemented his Majesty.

They weren’t seeing what’s under all these fabric.

They weren’t seeing the skin it covered,the muscles it hided…

They weren’t seeing his cheeks turning red or even his needy eyes every time he was being teased.

They were seeing the courtisants drooling on his shoes,but they weren’t seeing his knight drooling between his thighs.

They were seeing his lips mouving when he talked,but not his mouth wrapped around his member,moaning while he was playing with his exposed erection.

Yes,he was the only one feeling his bare skin shiver under his touch,the only one who was allowed to hear his moan and make him beg on his knees,the only one aware of his every fantasies.

The only one allowed to be close to his body,just as much as he was with his heart.

As long as they kept it secret.

Sacred blood’s running in his veins but he still kneel to beg his knight to use him like a vulgar pleasure object every single night.

(He’s the prince so he will always get what he crave)

(Thanks you!!The thing is,I practiced a lot,for more than a year,but,in my language.I still have to get used to English if I want to reach a certain level in it,that’s what I meant votre Altesse.)

The Prince is already so good at everything,he won’t need to try so hard.I’d try to hide it but hearing him moaning would only give me the desire to withdraw more of those beautiful sounds of his.

I might feel a little guilty for forcing him maintain the silence of the bedroom,but he’s playing with me.He know I’ve been craving his voice for a long time,he knows he turn me on even more when is pretty face match it.He just want me to punish him.

So I’d stop talking to him,letting my body speaking for me.I’d run my hands down his waist,gently moving to his hips and letting them rest on his thighs.I would pinch them,not hard enough to make him scream but just enough to make his whole body shiver.

I’d put my head closer to his chest,and I’d stick out my tongue to tease his nipple and covering his top scars with kisses.

I’d keep pinching his shaky legs,knowing so well a spanking from me would make him the happiest boy on this kingdom.

You’re a reward I couldn’t even dream of.If this is what I get for serving you,then I offer you my entire being,for eternity.

In the mood to secretly making love to my prince…

In the darkness of his room,he’d desperately try to remain quiet as I slowly thrust inside of him,hitting all his right spots.My hand would caress his whole body,my mouth wouldn’t leave his,muffling our moans between our lips.I’d tease all this sensitive areas,calling him names he like or praising him for doing so well,whimspering in his ear how great he’s doing for me…

He’s such a good boy,letting me all these things to him…

Would you accept to be my beloved prince?I swear to give you as much as pleasure as you can handle tonight.

(My apologies if this is a bit messy,but you could still help me to improve,I’m willing to be a perfect subject…)

(I’m so happy you’ve reached out and the best way to improve is lots and lots of practice!)

I would try so hard to be nice and quite for my knight to make love to me. The thrusts would hollow me out easily, I’m so tight so it feels like I’m going to be his personal cock sleeve. I’d kiss my Knight’s lips every moan getting swallowed in his throat. I would love everything he gave me. Every name would make me squeeze tighter and every praise would make me moan louder lonely for a hopeful punishment for being too noisy.

My Knight is my most loyal subject and holding me close, my perfect knight….

Yes I would My Knight. Please let me use my body to pay your services back.

In the mood to secretly making love to my prince…

In the darkness of his room,he’d desperately try to remain quiet as I slowly thrust inside of him,hitting all his right spots.My hand would caress his whole body,my mouth wouldn’t leave his,muffling our moans between our lips.I’d tease all this sensitive areas,calling him names he like or praising him for doing so well,whimspering in his ear how great he’s doing for me…

He’s such a good boy,letting me all these things to him…

Would you accept to be my beloved prince?I swear to give you as much as pleasure as you can handle tonight.

(My apologies if this is a bit messy,but you could still help me to improve,I’m willing to be a perfect subject…)

(I’m so happy you’ve reached out and the best way to improve is lots and lots of practice!)

I would try so hard to be nice and quite for my knight to make love to me. The thrusts would hollow me out easily, I’m so tight so it feels like I’m going to be his personal cock sleeve. I’d kiss my Knight’s lips every moan getting swallowed in his throat. I would love everything he gave me. Every name would make me squeeze tighter and every praise would make me moan louder lonely for a hopeful punishment for being too noisy.

My Knight is my most loyal subject and holding me close, my perfect knight….

Yes I would My Knight. Please let me use my body to pay your services back.

I may have forgotten to say it,but I’m pansexual & bigender.So this account will serve mlm & wlw.

If you’re a woman and want to role play I’ll go with she/her pronouns,if you’re a man I’ll go with he/him.

Straight posts will be rares or inexistants.

It’s my birthday today (13 July) and the only thing I can think about is a whole castle offering me a orgasm as a present.

Each person living or working here coming to me,in private or in little groups,calling me to come somewhere others won’t see us.An empty room or an empty alleyway,a remote place in the gardens.

From the servants pretending to ask something just to be alone with me,to the knights,more direct and less romantic,faking a training session just to make me crave them more.The painters undressing me as an excuse for a painting so they can draw on me with their lips.The nobles pretending that they need my advices when my mind is already torn into pieces,dragging me into their apartments to discuss just to taste me until I can’t form a proper sentence.I want the bards to tell me that they need my option on their latest songs,the poets on their latest text,just to tell and whimper dirty things into my ears when I come to them.

And finally I want the royal to take me near midnight.Before this special day end,making me confess to them all the things their subjects did to me.They’d spread my legs still shaking from everything that happened.They’d promise that the wait for them was worth it.They’d caress my sensitive crotch and erase all the thoughts out of my mind.

The next day I’ll come to the castle again,no one will talk about what happened the day before.But everyone will know how much of a whore I was.Cumming into some as I took other’s loads again and again.

It would be such a great present…

This post can be interpreted as any kind of nsfw.All the characters genders and sexuality are yours to choose.I don’t really care.

What I would do for a full story of this…

He knew what he agreed to when he took this mission. It was necessary to get the proper information out of him. That's what the saboteur said to himself while he pressed his thigh between the prince's leg. They were kissing hot and heavy. Every touch from the prince felt like fire. Even in the throws of lust and romance, the young prince kept his gloves on. It felt... odd, to say the least. Gloved hands underneath his unbuttoned shirt, pulling him closer.

He had to fuck him. He knew he did. But knowing that this mission would include leading the poor lonely prince on and actually doing it was world's apart. The prince's hands drifted and sweeped over the saboteur's bulge. His bulge. He can't believe he's hard over this.

The prince whispered into the saboteur's ear how much he wanted to take his cock. Would he please please allow him to suck his cock? The saboteur shook his head. He grabbed the prince's hips telling him that he wanted inside his pussy too badly to wait for his mouth.

It was easy to bend the desperate mewling prince into this position bent over the bed. This was the only position that the saboteur could manage doing this. He couldn't bear to look at the prince as he defiled him, not out of love or lust but because he needed information. Having to control his expression while he fucked into the prince would be just one step too far.

So there he was putting a condom on over his cock while the prince's pants were pulled halfway down his thighs. He mewled out when he sunk his cock into his pussy. It was tight... so fucking tight. The only foreplay with the prince's poor pussy was him desperately grinding down on his thigh. And still. He took it so graciously.

He watched as gloved hands took handfuls of the sheets. Moaning out. The prince pushed his hips back, desperate to take more. He begged the saboteur to pull his hair.

His hair in his fist. The panting moans. The way the prince clenched around his cock. He came. He was ashamed to say that it wasn't even difficult to cum deep into the prince's boycunt. He collapsed over the prince still deep inside. The prince's pussy clenching around him as though to grab every last drop as he began to deflate and grow soft inside the prince.

The saboteur stood shakily, and the prince rolled over onto his back eyes blissed out. He took deep breaths. He took the prince's face in his hands. Saturday, at nine. Meet me outside the castle and we'll go drinking together. If the saboteur was incapable of securing a second date, this was all for naught. But the prince nodded, he looked surprised.

He pulled up the prince's trousers for him. He tied the condom and tossed it. The saboteur told him he best be going. Freshen up if you must, but he really should leave before the royal guard catches wind of his absence.

It was surprisingly to see how quickly the prince composed himself to leave. He gave the traitor a parting kiss before slipping out the door. It left him inside. Alone.

Part two: Saboteur x Prince.

The pocket watch felt like a still beating heart, cold and beating pressed against his thigh as the minutes droned on. He chided himself for arriving early, a mistake to be sure. With royalty, the event started when he decided to grace it with his presence. The saboteur should expect nothing less from a privileged prince.

The night was deafening and still. Every sound was funneled to his ears. The clank of armor from the knights on the other side of the wall. The September wind biting at him. He swore he could hear the chill of it as it brushed against his ears. It was certain that autumn had arrived. He heard every cicada, every locust flapping its wings. He watched a locust as it took flight with an obnoxious whirr to its wings. It perched atop the toe of his boot. He kicked his foot watching as it flew away. Behind him he heard a soft thud.

He whirled around to see the prince. His disguise was lacking. Had it been more skillfully crafted, he wouldn’t have recognized him at first glance. It was a dreadful attempt at concealing his identity for a night out, if there was any attempt made at all. A woolen cloak with a gaudy gold clasp. The cloak had an odd waxy sheen, perhaps treated by lanolin. His gloves were the same elf-green and lanolin treated. The saboteur should expect nothing less, he wouldn’t dishonor the royal tradition for even one night. The glasses didn’t help either, but they were a necessity. It seemed every heir of the kingdom had dreadful vision. Thankfully, they were simple. Sterling silver and clear, not tinted.

The prince’s tight hug parted his cloak, slightly. As the hug forced the air from the saboteur’s lungs he felt the warmth of the prince’s skin. He wore but a single layer under the cloak. A low-necked button up. Oversized and reminiscent of commoner fashion. Possibly, the only satisfactory part of his disguise. As they separated, a kiss lingered against his lips already tainted with champagne.

“I’m glad I still caught you,” the prince said. His voice was hushed and the smile on his lips was audible. “I was wrestling with the ledger. My sisters decided on a shopping spree today.”

His informant was spot on, the prince indeed was in charge of managing the royal family's finances. Perfect. The image of him sipping champagne as he inserted every receipt into the ledger was oddly humbling. Just a regular guy drinking before a date while finishing his work.

So,I think some of you might know but I used to roleplay a lot with "fox-kit-boy"

Sadly he disactivated his account,so I don’t see our post anymore,or any of my own posts

Did they acctually disappear??

Please check it on my account.

If they did disappear,is there anyways for me to see them again?

I saw some repost of disactivated account sinve I'm on Tumblr,maybe what’s happening to me is just a glitch that could be solved??

Thanks you to everyone who will help!

Oh to be the youngest child and only princess who offers daddy king her virginity for her coming-of-age ceremony because he deserves to break her first, then gets passed around her brothers before finally getting it on with queen mother who eventually trains her with her duke uncle (who is also her first love) and his elite knights, and with daddy king's aide who plots her nightly schedules. She gets booked and busy, getting different visitors each night, oh boy does she love the attention. She even gets frisky with the maids who wake her up with tongue kisses, getting wet and sticky before baths, and bathing again before putting on a dress because they just can't take their hands off her as they put on her dress. She'd also redo her make-up a few times because of that one favored maid whose love juices she can't get enough of, then she'd show up at the dining, looking adorable as ever.

Y'all like this pretty vamp~ i been goin thru some royalty kink stuff and uhhhhhh :)

Here, I drew it. I dunno what it is about these lil written prompts, but they rly get me going, they make me wanna draw more than any drawin challenge would :3

the fact that i’m not reclining leisurely in a four poster bed in a silk robe with a low plunging neckline sipping a glass of wine with my vampire lover who rails me on the regular right now is extremely depressing and utterly unacceptable

The Royalty Kink is strong lately

Oh to be a prince, noble and respected, giving orders during the day.

But at night, my personal guard takes over, pounding me into the mattress, turning me into a fuxked out mess beneath them.

"If only the others could see how good you are for me, your majesty"

"Wish I could show the whole kingdom how well you take me"

"Fuxk, what would the King and Queen say if they knew the prince is such a little slut for me"

And maybe they'd get bolder, taking me aside throughout the day and bending me over, fuxking me mercilessly before returning me to my royal duties with shaky legs. They'd get riskier, fingering me in the throne room with my crown on, just to see how messy they can get me in a place where I'm so clearly supposed to be in charge, and then we'd have to hide as the King and Queen walk in for a scheduled audience. Their fingers in my mouth silencing my moans as they take me at a royal ball. Maybe they'd edge me for a whole week before a very important royal meeting so that I'm stuttering and blabbing during the whole thing because all I can think about is the need to be fucked by them.

Being a prince in just a collar and crown, fucked into my own throne, the crown and collar contrast, one usually shows dominance, the other submission, except right now they're just accessories to accentuate how well-fucked I am. Legs spread on my own throne to take whatever my servant is willing to give me.

Hear me out

Hear me out

So crowns that are passed down generations have to be like, adjustable in some way right?

Imagine, for instance, I am wearing one such adjustable crown

You grab it and adjust it big enough to slip down over my neck, then tighten it again so it leaves an imprint there as you attach a leash to it and fuxk me

The next day I'm wearing a very high collared shirt to cover up the new marks on my neck in the shape of the very crown I'm wearing

Imagine you're a servant at the castle, and you notice that I, the prince, am rather clumsy but never get scolded for it. On the other hand every little mistake you make is closely scrutinized and punished harshly. It gets on your nerves more and more, until one day you're blamed for something I did, and of course, punished harshly for it. That night, stewing in your anger, you snap. You sneak your way up to my room, fully intent on forcing me to tell everyone it was actually my fault and not yours. You see me sleeping peacefully, and climb your way on top of me, shaking me to wake me up. I sit up, startled, and ask you what the hell you think you're doing, you will definitely be punished for thi- I am silenced by your hand over my mouth as you harshly tell me how unfair it is that I've never been punished, and how you're going to fix that.

At first you just intended to beat me up a bit, not near as harsh as the punishments you've had to endure but surely it would relieve some stress. But then your knee moves just right to lightly grind against my clothed pussy and I let out a shocked little whimper. You stop, but then smirk and do it some more, teasing me for whimpering underneath a servant like this. How pitiful I look trying desperately to get the friction back when you move your knee just a bit. You tell me if I beg for it, I can have your knee back, and beg I do, whining and whimpering under you, grinding helplessly against your knee. You teasingly ask me "Does his highness want to be touched?" As you ghost your fingers over my cunt, teasing my sensitive tdick through my underwear. You tug them down and make me beg for your fingers, make me admit that I'm a clumsly little slut of a prince, longing for the touch of a commoner. First one, then two fingers in me as you feel yourself get worked up as well. Then suddenly you take them out, I whine at you, you grip my hair harshly and guide my head to where you've unbuttoned your pants to reveal your hard cock/strap and whisper "Suck. It's the only lube you're gonna get your majesty so put that mouth to good use". Your hands grip my hair, thrusting yourself into my mouth recklessly, this is a punishment after all, it only really matters if you're enjoying it. After a bit you pull out and tell me to get on all fours, lining yourself up at the entrance to my boypussy, you thrust in all at once, not stop til you've bottomed out inside me. Eventually you flip me around to make me face you, pleased with the tears streaming down my face as I tell you how good you feel inside, begging you for more, to go harder. You tell me how unbecoming of a prince it is to say such things, don't I have any shame? What would the other nobles think if they saw me right now, all spread and eager to be fucked by a servant? Of course, because you're just sooooo nice, you'll keep how muxh of a royal slut the prince is a secret, in exchange I should let you do this to me whenever you feel like it. And I agree, to pleasure drunk to even fully comprehend what I've just said yes to.

The next day you do your work happily, and of course you have a few 'audiences' with me whenever your task gets frustrating and you need some stress relief. The day ends with my legs all shaky as you guide me up to my bedchambers, knowing full well you aren't just sending me diligently off to bed.

Being a Prince and getting degraded/dominated/fucked while being called royal titles >>>>>>>>

"Suck it, your majesty"

"Fuxk, you're so tight, sire"

"I'm gonna cum inside you, your highness"

"You're gonna fuxking take it, Prince"

"Such a good little slut for me, my lord"

"Spread your legs wider, my liege, good boy"

"Bet the other nobles would love to see what a willing little whore their prince is, hm?"

My head is fuzzy just imagining it