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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.

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