Being Fucked So Hard The Crown Falls Off My Head

Being fucked so hard the crown falls off my head

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I bite my lip, fingers grazing over my tdick as I shimmy out of my royal robes, my boxers following next, already wet. I trace a finger over myself, lightly pressing on my hole before letting out a little whimper as it slips inside. I bite my sleeve, I cant be too loud, doing this on my throne, I can't get caught. I finger fuxk myself quietly, eyes closed, not aware that some of my guards have heard the commotion and have come in to investigate, only to see their prince panting, fingers inside himself, spread open on his throne.

When I notice them I'm mortified, frantically trying to cover myself until "Ah ah, put on a show for us, your highness, you look so pretty like that" and I reluctantly uncover myself, reaching my hands timidly back down to my wet boycunt, fingers slipping inside myself once more as I let out little gasps and whimpers, even more turned on now that I have an audience. I see the guards starting to play with themselves as well before one steps up, tired of watching. They push me back on my throne, hands spreading my legs wide as they put their face close to my wet cunt, their tongue soon finds my tdick and they start to suck it as they slide a finger inside me. I'm approached by another guard up by my head, their pants already undone as they fist their hands into my hair and guide my face into their crotch. I grip their legs for stability as they push themselves into my mouth. My mind is going fuzzy as I feel myself getting close, the guard between my legs now has two fingers inside of me and is finger fuxking me mercilessly. I try to warn them that I'm about cum but the guard in my mouth is having none of it, keeping a firm grip on my hair to prevent me from pulling away, they're close too. I cum with a pathetic whimper, legs shaking as the guard between my legs replaces their finger with something much larger. Their length slides inside me as the guard in my mouth grips my head harshly, cumming down my throat. "Fuxk, you have such a sweet little mouth, your majesty" "A tight little pussy, too" the guard between my legs answers. Another guard replaces the one at my mouth and the one in my pussy speeds up, saying how close they are, how they can't wait to fill me up with their cum. I'm barely coherent at this point as I cum for the second time, feeling the guards hot cum flood inside me at the same time. Soon I can't even remember how many loads I've taken in each hole, at some point one of the guards got impatient and fuxked my ass instead of waiting for my pussy, so all three of my holes have been thoroughly filled by the time every single guard in my employ has had a turn. They're all grinning, leaving the throne room with a "Thankyou, your majesty" as I sit completely ruined and fucked-out on my throne, cum spilling out of me as I give them a quiet, scratchy "You're welcome".

Gonna put a cw on this one just in case

So cw for knifekink, blood, stabbing, cutting, cnc (aftercare written at the end as well)

The Monarchy is corrupt, the people are tired of it, the royals are so full of themselves. The King and Queen are unfair and unjust, so a plan is hatched to overthrow the whole royal family. Your important job is to subdue the prince, to quietly take care of him while the others go after the other royals.

I'm sleeping softly, blissfully unaware as you sneak into the room, until your foot bumps something on the floor. I sit up, panicked and confused, reaching for the little dagger on my nightstand that I was given to keep myself safe should I ever need it. You can tell I have no idea how to use this dagger, im not even holding it right, and my hands are so shaky, it's so easy for you to knock it out of my grip and pin my hands against the wall. You press my own dagger to my throat, digging it in just enough that blood starts to trickle out just a little, beading like dew droplets. You tell me to give you one good reason you shouldn't just kill me now, one good reason to let me live. I panic, stuttering and begging, I'll do anything you want, anything, I promise, just please don't kill me, please, I don't want to die! You smirk, telling me you can think of one good use for me, I would be a pretty cute knife sheath. I'm confused, but have no choice so I agree. You grin, and lead me out of the castle and to my new home, using my pretty little dagger to cut away my royal clothes, leaving little nicks along my skin here and there, eliciting little gasps and whimpers from me. Seeing my pale skin drenched in little rivets of red just turns you on so much, so you grip my hips, then press the handle of the dagger against my now exposed hole. I panic, what are you doing? That couldn't possibly fit! It won't work! You tell me to shut up because sheaths don't talk, gripping my hair harshly, mocking how the prince has turned into such a pathetic little thing over one little knife as you start to slide it inside. It's so ironic, you're fuxking me with the very dagger that was supposed to protect me, how I'm taking it so well, I must be made for this. And oh? I'm so wet now, am I really liking this? How pathetic, oh how the mighty have fallen, accentuated by a particularly hard thrust that has me crying out. You tell me from now on you're gonna test all your knives on me, and then of course store them securely inside me when they're not needed, afterall I'm just a sheath now, that's all I'm good for, and as you say that, I cum pitifully all over the hilt of the dagger inside me.

Aftercare:

Afterwords you gently take it out, talking to me, I did so good for you, such a good boy, it's okay now. And I return the favour, telling you it was so good, I loved it so much, it was exactly what we talked about, it made me feel so good, you did such a good job. We patch up my new wounds, cleaning and disinfecting and bandaging them, finishing with a little kiss to each one. I give you little kisses in return, thanking you again for everything. I get up and return with hot chocolate and then we snuggle and watch a movie together, our snacks already prepared on the nightstand next to us as we smile and share a kiss <3

Imagine, you're the princes' personal guard. It's your job to make sure that no one is sneaking into the throne room without your permission while the prince is in there. Today, though, you're telling people that, unfortunately, the prince is feeling under the weather right now and can't grant any more audiences for today.

The big secret is that I'm not actually under the weather, however, I am spread legged on my throne, tied to it by the leash on the crown pressed into my neck, my loyal guards cum spilling out of my well-fucked boypussy. Eyes glassed over with tears, and mind empty because for every person I was supposed to grant an audience with today, my loyal guard fucks another load into me, trying to see how many they can get away with before someone sees and the whole Kingdom knows what a royal little slut I am. And to top it all off, I have to wait to cum until my itinerary for the day is complete, there are three more meetings scheduled, and for each one I'm fuxked and filled. Teased by my guard as they stroke my aching tdick "Whats wrong, your highness?" as they fake sympathy, watching me fall apart beneath them. Eventually all the meetings for today are done and I nearly sob with relief as my guard comes back, surely I can cum now, right? "Of course you can, my liege, but you have to do it untouched while I'm inside you, otherwise we'll just repeat this again tomorrow" they tease. I whimper, feeling them fuxk into me for the final time of the day, in the heat of the moment I'm so desperate I try to stroke myself, I know they're close and I just need a little more to cum as well. They grip my hands harshly, pinning them above my head "Ah ah, my prince, I said untouched, what a bad boy, as punishment you're not gonna cum for the whole rest of the week"

The eternal pain of spending forever typing something out and them forgetting to save it to your drafts

It's been another dull day in the castle, I've been in and out of audiences and meetings and diplomatic events all day. And of course, as my personal guard, you have too. You decide we both need some stress relief so you pull me over to one of the storage closets near the throne room. At first I'm confused, and then you say "On your knees, your highness" and I understand, sinking down in front of you obediently.

"You know, you have an audience with the-fuxk, good boy, use your tongue-head of the royal army next. Wonder what they'd think if they saw the crown prince-shit, fuck, just like that-down on his knees for me like a needy little slut?" Your hands are gripping my hair, moving me in the ways that make you feel good. "Ohhhhhh fuxk, my liege, I'm gonna fill you up, gonna cum down your fuckin throat" you fuxk my face faster, using my crown for even more leverage before doing exactly as you promised and cumming in my mouth. "Bet you're so fuxking wet now, want me to fuxk you, your majesty?" you say, dragging me to my feet and shoving me against the wall of the closet, yanking down my pants and boxers, sliding a finger into me. "Such a little whore you are, prince, all wet and needy for a knight like this, you're gonna have to beg if you want me inside you" you whisper in my ear, two fingers now stretching me open to prepare my hole for your cock/strap. And I whimper, "Please please please, I need it, need you inside me, need to feel the stretch of my insides as you fuck me, please I'll do anything" I'm bucking against your fingers and you smirk as you take them out, lining yourself up before thrusting into me with a single whispered "good boy" You fuck into me hard and fast, we have to be quick before my next audience starts of course. I start whining as I get close, and you tell me you're close too, you're gonna fill me up so I'm leaking you for my whole meeting, reminded of how thoroughly fuxked I am by you. When you're done filling me you slide my boxers and pants back up my hips, telling me that if im good at my meeting I'll get to cum afterwords, with a gentle squeeze to my throbbing sensitive tdick for good measure as a reminder to behave.

Throughout the whole meeting you subtly smirk whenever I shift uncomfortably, the stickiness in my boxers a reminder of what we just did as I stumble my way through such an important meeting, blushing and fumbling my words, fighting the urge to rub my legs together because after this I'll get to cum, I just need to get this done and then I can cum.

After words you remind me that you said I could only cum if i was good, and that meeting went terribly, so as punishment I'm not allowed to cum for the whole rest of the day.

(I could write soooooo much more for this but I feel like it's already so long)