A Bit Of Cnc - Tumblr Posts
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