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Not to be a lost, forsaken fallen angel on main but what if I swore my eternal devotion to you in exchange for the privilege of sitting at your feet and resting my cheek on your leg, staring up at a being so majestic, so otherwordly and glorious and powerful, with eyes that radiate divinity of such magnitude it ignites my skin afire and make my heart bleed with religious ecstasy.

Haha, I'm kidding, of course! Of course I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm ki

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Oh, how much I wish to be a king and for him to be a silly jester who wooed me with his silly jokes, and I invite him back to my chambers to have a 'private show'. To hear the bell on his collar jingle as I make him ride me, calling him my good boy for taking the king's length so well

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)

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.

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

Being fucked so hard the crown falls off my head

That's it, send post

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)

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"

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".