"No Please, You Can't Do This!" I Cried As The Man Teased My Unbroken Slit With The Tip Of His Cock In

"No please, you can't do this!" I cried as the man teased my unbroken slit with the tip of his cock in the filth of the alleyway as people all around me watched as a noble born woman was being defiled in the streets among the chaos. "I'm a lady!"

"That ain't right now, m' lady." The oaf of a boy who smelled vile exclaimed as his cock tip flicked up and down my cunt. "Right now, you're no better than a whore."

The whole crowd around me, full of the piss poor of the Kingdom seemed to cheer as he thrust into me immediately, breaking my maidenhood with one fell sweep. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out into the open air. I could practically feel him hitting my cervix, bruising my insides as he moved like a beast built for battle. 

I hated how good it felt.

Somehow, on our way to visit the King and propose my hand, my entire carriage and retinue of servants had been attacked and I had been carried off into the darkest and filthiest area of the city. Men and woman alike had pulled my finery from me until I was left completely bare but with a my crown of pearls atop my head.

As though to remind them that they were still defiling a noblewoman.

"What if I fucked a babe into you?" The oaf jeered as I whined beneath him, slapping my arse as he rode me. He then turned the crowd. "Shall we fuck a bastard into her today!?"

The whole crowd seemed to cheer as I sobbed, on my hand and knees in the dirt as an unwashed, uneducated boy fucked

“God, I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum, have you nice and bred.” He begins to grunt, hands gripping my arse as his balls bounced against my skin with every thrust. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me as the crowd cheered at the sound. “How would you explain that to the King? Hm? How will you explain all the little peasant children running around when you’re supposed to be marrying him?” His thrusts become wild and without rhythm. “Such a fucking whore aren’t you?  Letting me fuck a babe into you. You're enjoying it.” 

"No..." I cried out, my body thrusting back although my mind screamed against it. "I'm not."

"Oh yes you are." He said with a smirk, smacking my arse hard as he pummelled my pussy without restraint before leaning forward to whisper in my ear. "And you know, after this every other man is going to fuck you. Their seed will mix with mine but it will my babe who you will carry you slut. Get ready to take my baby, my little breeding bitch."

With that, he thrust into me one final time and she clenched around him as she felt a hot sensation fill her womb. He continued to thrust, making sure all of his spend stayed inside of my fertile body as he squeezed her tits hard.

It was only when he was pulled out by another man, only to have his cock replace the previous when he left me.

I would think back to that as the King and I consumated our marriage but a moons turn later as he fucked into me from behind with his hands gripping my shapely ass.

He didn't notice the swell of stomach at that time.

I never knew who the father was. Its could've been any of those man from that seemingly endless day.

But deep down I knew it was him.

Hello hello, intro post! I'm sshhun, I use he/it pronouns, am 20, aroacespec, and autistic! I consider myself genderless, although I refer to myself as a girl sometimes for kink. I'm not actually attracted to men and any time I say I am it's in a fictional or fantasy scenario lol.

I am a vers and very sub-leaning switch, and am highly sex and kink-positive. I don't really message very often bc I'm a very busy student, but you can shoot me a message if you'd like :)

dni and boundaries:

❌️ No minors.

❌️ No straight men (unless I interact first).

❌️ No actual bigots (racists, homophobes, transphobes, misogynists, etc). Pre-negotiated roleplay is okay for transphobia and misogyny.

❌️ Do not insult me during play (calling me stupid, useless, etc). Backhanded compliments are okay (good slut, etc etc) but otherwise I will cry (and not in a good way).

Please be gentle with me. I may be kinky but I am also very sensitive and attuned to the emotions of others.💞

🩷 Things I'm into:

dom/sub, domestic discipline, monsterfucking, breeding, pregnancy, lactation, CNC/rapeplay, petplay and collaring, age gap, tradwifing, orientation play (mainly aro/acebreaking), occasional gore (tagged #tw gore)

...and more. I am very openminded; if something isn't on here just ask. :)

NOTE: I am not completely averse to misgendering/detrans content but it heavily depends on my headspace that day. if you'd like to engage in that type of play please ask me first. if I ever post any detrans it will be tagged with #tw misgendering.

⚠️ Soft limits (not really into, but may vary):

weed/alcohol intox, beastiality (obv not irl.)

⛔️ Hard limits (never okay):

genuine insults/degredation, slur usage, ableism, raceplay, comparison to pigs, emeto/stomach stuff/heavy feerism (light weight gain is okay), scat/fart/unsanitary (piss is okay sometimes)

This is your friendly reminder that if being on your kink account feels like a chore, perhaps you need to take a break.

Taking care of yourself is more important than giving random people on the internet attention.

hm. misogyny kink stuff is hot until they bring fantasizing about right-wing ideology taking over into it I think. feels a little too real-world threat to me. I don't want the misogyny kink where it's "all women are forced into breeding programs with their rights stripped away" I want the misogyny kink where I'm forced to be a breeding stock stay-at-home wife. maybe not all women are too fragile for independence but I sure am

wanna slowly corrupt a butch into having a nursing kink….

a butch who confidently answers ‘tits’ when asked the age-old question ‘tits or ass.’ that’s all i need to start with. i know it’ll be so easy to get them obsessed. wearing shirts that draw attention to my chest, low necklines, soft fuzzy sweaters that make such a pleasant rounded outline, tight baby tees, no bra. they’re entranced by the way my nipples poke through to say hello. and during sex of course i tell them to suck my titties, i show them how much pleasure it brings me, i teach them how to suck properly, taking as much of the titty as will fit into their mouth, tongue flat and pressed forward, the hard bud of my nipple against their soft palette.

little by little i start lifting my shirt when they’re bored, restless, when they’ve had a hard day, letting them grab and squeeze, so they associate my tits with comfort, not just with sex. and eventually, after a particularly stressful day, i show them my tits and ask if they wanna suck on them, just for a few minutes, “it’s okay love, i don’t mind, it’ll help you relax.” they’re hesitant and can’t quite meet my eyes but they want to try it. and it works. they feel so very relaxed and safe as i cradle their head and give them gentle scratches and reassure that this is good for them, it’s normal, in such a soft, soothing voice.

but after that first time i wait. i stop offering. i notice the slight desperation in their eyes. the whiny pitch of their voice as they tell me they had a hard day. and i soothe them, of course, but i don’t offer my tits again. i wait until they ask. stammering over the words. face flushed so hot. barely able to admit to themselves that they enjoyed it like that, that it made them hard, in a deep and squirmy way that they’ve never really felt before. not hard in a competent, topping way. hard in a weak, sweet, wanna-be-your-baby-boy way.

but they can’t say any of that out loud, it’s all they can do to ask “can i suck your tits again, the way we did that one time…?” and i reward their bravery, i tell them what a good boy they are, asking for what they need, which only makes them blush harder. but their embarrassment and shame is no match for how fucking good it feels, to be wrapped up in my arms like that, to be held, mouth full and head empty, suckling and floating like all that exists in the world are my soft warm femme tits…

I love doing daily pervy things that no one will ever know (until now, that is).

Like toying with my tits while on an innocent call with someone. Responding to their unknowing comments as I pinch and rub my erect nipples. Eventually tugging off my shirt and kneading my desperate tits as I hum in response to whoever's on the line.

Or frequently going braless and letting unexpecting people get a good view of my hardened nipples through my shirt. The thin fabric doing nothing to hide my needy nipples.

Reading indecent, nasty shit while in class. Knowing that anyone could peek at my phone and know just how much of a whore I am. But still getting an urge to touch myself regardless.

Going without panties (or wearing a risky thong) when I wear a skirt/dress. Because if I bend too far, someone could easily get a glimpse. Walking up the stairs? The man behind me has definitely seen my cunt.

Fantasizing 24/7. No matter where I am. Listening to an active convo, or at least acting as though I am, while my cunt throbs at the depraved images my brain is feeding me. It never stops.

Touching myself while guests are over. Knowing that they're just downstairs while I play with my pretty cunt. Rubbing my sensitive clit until I drool and occasionally slipping a finger in, unexpected moans dripping from my lips, forced just quiet enough so my slutty noises don't leave the privacy of my bedroom.

Just silly dumb girl things.

💋🎀🫶