My Mind Is So Fixated On This Rn You Have No Idea - Tumblr Posts
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)