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swornbutch · 8 months

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please princess, i’m begging you. don’t make me break my oath of protecting your sweet noble pussy, even from my own throbbing cock. you’re much too tight dove, i won’t let you jump in my lap and impale yourself on my heat. i’ll grip you by your pretty waist and hold you over me no matter how much you squirm and rock your hips for more of my length. my precious little masochist, i need to protect your wet slit from your own urge to tear and bleed yourself on my thick puppy cock. i’ll only let the tip spread your plump lips, kiss circles against the twitching hole begging to suck me in deeper. i won't let you shift your weight on it and force yourself around me… my apologies, darling princess.

the more you whimper and beg with your gushing hole, the more my resolve weakens. please be my good girl tonight... let me be gentle with you, i can give you delicious pain in other ways, princess. just let me spoil you properly. let me carry you to bed and taste your desperate slick, slip my drooling tongue inside your pulsating hole. let me get my fingers in you, princess, i’ll stretch you out nice and slow while i memorize the curves of your insides. is this where you like it, baby girl? is this the spot where your loyal knight belongs? i know how your majesty likes it, i'll rip one orgasm after another out of you to warm you up.

oh, princess… your grace’s cum tastes like heaven. please, i need so much more of it... sloppily lapping it out of you builds me up into a greedy frenzy, please forgive me for losing control… forgive me for defiling your precious princess pussy with my dirty dog rut. this big, leaking, loyal cock can’t wait any longer, princess… the taste of your cum is on my lips and tongue, it’s all over my face and up my nose, all i can smell or think about is your divine cum.. you’ve put a spell on me, your highness. i don’t even remember what an oath is. all i know is that i’ll die if i don’t bury my engorged cock inside your tight hole and pump ropes of my hot, treacherous cum against your royal cervix.

let me mount you and invade you, princess, your guard dog is desperate to pin you face-down into your lacy pillows and breed you raw. such a good girl... grip me with your tiny pussy skewered on me, milk every last drop out of me baby. i'll slap your adorable ass all you can take, until its swells up red and radiating heat. scream and cry for me all you want princess, is this what your pussy needed so badly? being fucked senselessly by my huge dick and leaking my cum like a whore? i deserve to be beheaded for desecrating your pretty pussy like this, but tonight you’re all mine, princess… i’m going to violate you til dawn breaks in your chambers, and i’ve filled every exquisite hole of yours with all my devoted dirty dog cream. please let me always stay by your side as your knight, your grace, i was made to be an eager hound at your pleasure.

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hush-writes-preg · 7 months

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Spooky Season Day #6: An Unholy Tome

Your father had always warned you of the danger of reading, but you'd never taken him seriously until this very day.

You're the young monarch of a small kingdom deep within the mountains. You'd been married to a king over a decade your senior as a way to solidify political alliances, and while your relationship was cordial, it'd never been particularly warm. The king seemed to hold little interest in members of your gender, but he still came to your bed like clockwork with the clinical intent to sire an heir. You endured it, because what other choice did you have? He had staff to cater to all of your whims and was never unkind, so you could have done much worse.

But still, you couldn't help but feel... neglected. You had needs, even if you didn't fully understand them, and no one with which to explore or satisfy them.

At least, not until you found the book.

Tucked in among your wedding gifts had been a slim volume wrapped in gilded leather, filled with strange things. You couldn't read the text, but the illustrations-- oh, those illustrations. Fantastic creatures of every size and shape were drawn in exquisite detail, not a single aspect missing the artist's trained eye.

It felt scandalous to gape at the familiar yet still alien shapes of their genitalia, but no matter how many times you slammed the book shut in mortification and hid it away, you always dug the tome back out. You always returned to a select handful of the pages, wondering why they made you feel so warm. If only you had someone to ask-- but as the king's foreign consort, you didn't have anyone you could trust with such an intimate query.

Then the dreams began.

And you quickly came to realize what that strange heat meant.

The monsters invaded your dreams like the fabled barbarians of the plains, swift and brutal. They chased you like a wolf hunting a rabbit, harrying your nude form through endless torch-lit corridors and toying with you until you could run no more. But instead of tearing out your throat, they flipped you onto your hands and knees. The horrible realization of what they intended crashed over you and choked off your cries of terror, leaving you frozen and trembling.

One of them mounted you like a beast on the hard stone floor. Thick shafts, tentacles, and appendages you couldn't even name flowed over your body with possessive intent, enveloping and fondling you in ways you'd never been touched before. Terror began to fuse with other things you couldn't name, similar to what you'd felt when gazing at that filthy book: heat, hunger, and a baffling emptiness between your thighs. Even while claws scraped over your skin, you wanted... you wanted...

"Accept us," a discordant voice rose from nowhere, countless voices layered over one another and ringing in your ears. Something nudged purposefully against your hole, teasing you with a taste of what your tormenter offered without truly entering you. Something hot and wet stroked its way down your neck until it curled around a nipple, plucking at the hardening nub until you whimpered. "Your body pleases us. Welcome us in, and we will overwhelm you with the kind of pleasure you'll never receive from your own kind."

You choked on a sob, your hips jerking instinctively back to meet the promised intrusion even as you shook your head. This wasn't right. You're married, and you had undeniable responsibilities to your husband and kingdom. Not to mention the fact that this thing at your back wasn't even human--

The shaft kissing your hole pulsed and began to vibrate, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head.

"This is only a dream, little human," the voice taunted, its appendages winding even more closely around you. "There's no harm in indulging in a simple fantasy, is there?" There was a hint of menace behind the voices, sure, but it only seemed to stoke the flames in your belly even higher as your willpower began to melt away. "All you have to do is let us in."

Your hole clenched around nothing, eager to suck in anything that would fill it. You'd never felt like this before, and you didn't know how to handle the sensations crashing over you. How could such horrifying monsters make your body burn so hot?

What am I accepting?

Do I even care?

With a moan, you hesitantly spread your thighs in silent permission to the creature.

"Accept. Us."

"Yes," you whimpered, dropping your face to the floor in shameful submission. "Enter me. Ease this ache inside of me before I go mad, please!"

The beast's savage roar of victory nearly made you empty your bladder, but the sudden thrust of something impossibly hard and thick into your aching body immediately drove the fear away. The hulking creature wasted no time in fucking your soft, pampered body into the flagstone floor with all of the abandon of a wild animal. All you could do was hang on and take it. And when it finally finished inside of you, the sudden surge of wet heat painting your insides sent you tumbling over the edge of your very first orgasm.

Oh gods. Oh gods. This dream... sex couldn't possibly feel so good, could it? Pleasure that wiped your mind and left you feeling like you'd transcended to another plane of existence?

Sweaty, dazed, and leaking fluids from your freshly-fucked hole, all you could do was watch as the next creature moved to take its place at your back. Something cooler and more flexible slid into your sloppy hole this time, knobby protrusions along the length catching on the rim before popping inside. And how many more beasts waited along the edges of your vision for their turn?

Oh.

As the bumped shaft started to find its own rough rhythm, you deliriously found yourself hoping that this dream would never end.

It's been over seven months since your first experience with the dreams, and as promised, they fill your nights with untold pleasure. But there's been an unexpected complication.

You've fallen pregnant.

Your husband's kingdom is ecstatic with the news of the coming heir, his family embracing you with more kindness and attention than they ever have before. Your spouse is pleased, though he stopped bedding you the moment your condition became known.

Not that you mind. His disinterested late-night fumbling bores you; you'd much rather drift off to sleep and find satisfaction in the coils and claws of your imaginary lovers.

But as your pregnancy progresses, you can't help but wonder what has spawned in your womb. It seems foolish to imagine that the father could possibly be anyone but your husband, right? In reality, you've only ever entertained the king's attentions. The monsters aren't real. They haven't actually filled you with their seed, no matter how often they've left you sore and bloated from the sheer volume they've poured into you during your fantasies. You can't have been bred by figments of your imagination.

Yet still you find yourself plagued by apprehension. Your belly grows with unexpected speed, filling out into a taut sphere that hangs heavily from your frame. Your mother-in-law is sure this means you carry more than one child and begins taking every opportunity she can to rub your abdomen. This embarrasses you, but you don't feel like you can tell her no.

The midwife isn't as sure; she cautions your in-laws that you could just be carrying large for your first pregnancy. You can tell that she is puzzled by how quickly you've grown, since she's been attending you since your wedding in hopes of helping you conceive. At least you get along well, and she seems to be genuinely on your side. The last thing you need is someone suspecting you of trying to cuckold the king.

Because as much as logic dictates that such thoughts are foolishness, you still struggle against disquiet.

Maybe it is borne of guilt for being unfaithful to your husband, at least in your mind.

Maybe it has to do with the obvious pleasure that the dream-creatures take in fucking your gravid royal form.

Or maybe it is because of the way your belly sometimes moves, writhing and shifting like a bag full of eels. The baby's just active, right? It's not like you could possibly be carrying the offspring of some unnatural monster in your womb.

Of course not.

(A Spooky Season story.)

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playfully-sadistic · 3 months

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Subs with a royalty complex are beautiful by default, truly state of the art masterpieces, but you know what would make them even prettier? A crown on their head that they're pathetically holding onto while you rail them, so it doesn't fall and get tainted by the dirty floor, and tears of relief and overstimulation streaming down their flawless cheeks, as they beg you to ruin them to a point of mental blankness, and make them forget their royal lineage, until only gross, primal pleasure prevails.

#my own #gender neutral post #male sub #nb sub #trans sub #female sub #royalty kink.#corruption.#non-religious corruption.#praise.#crying.#anal.#vaginal.

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femboyfertility · 11 months

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A knight or servant walking in on the crown prince masturbating. They turn to leave, but once being noticed, the prince pleads for them to help. To help the royal get off. To fuck the royal. To fill the prince up over and over until there's no longer any thoughts other than to just Keep Going.

#fertilpost #nsft #ftm nsft #trans nsft #queer nsft #nb nsft #T4t nsft #royalty kink #regency kink

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ohdearohmeohmy · 1 year

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I don't wanna call him names!!!!! I don't wanna be mean to him or hurt him!!!! I want to worship him and treat him like my little prince who gets whatever he wants to needs!!!!!

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slluttybat · 1 year

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My darling bat, I want you to be a good and obedient prince and strip for me. Leave the crown on and bend over, pretty boy. I'll fuck you long and hard, making sure that whenever your crown tips, it's quickly adjusted. Until I give up, shoving your head down into the pillows so I can fuck you deeper. That's it, take my cock just like the slutty prince you are. Everyone in the castle can hear your moans. They all know how much you love getting fucked by your knight

fuckkk,, mmn this makes me soso wet

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adagiodummy · 6 months

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I'm a princess and you need to kiss me and make me feel like your perfect precious pet this is your legal obligation

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nine-of-words · 7 months

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(Demon + King of Pentacles)

NB Demon x M Reader

Wordcount: 2398

Content Warnings: Plant Tentacles/Bondage, Overstimulation, Anal Sex (Reader Bottoms)

This one turned out a lot better than I thought it would. I’d really like to do a continuation of this one in the future, but I have a feeling that’s going to be the case with all of them.

Your father was an awful man, and an even worse king.

Hateful. Bellicose. Tyrannical.

To say that you suffered under his thumb is to put it lightly, but you adapted. There are others who had it much worse than you did.

Your mother took the brunt of it for years, until the poison eventually ate her from the inside out.

Your people also languished in his iron grip, each ill-planned and shortsighted grab at power, resources or expansion of territory costing more and more- not just coin, but blood- and the funds needed to be wrung from somewhere.

Years seem to stretch longer and longer, with no end in sight.

While you loathe to admit it, the day that he was struck down in an unfortunate and completely unpredictable accident was perhaps the most fortunate day of his reign, not just for you on a personal level, but for your kingdom as a whole. His funeral festival was a massive, joyous occasion, with any lack of grief only subtly disguised behind excitement for your expedited coronation.

It opened a path of healing that simply did not exist while he still drew breath.

But healing, as you had learned, never seems to come easy.

The economy had been razed by years of abuse, your people destitute and hungry, and the infrastructure keeping the kingdom running crumbling around itself, barely functioning.

You struggled for years, fighting an uphill battle of restoration with near empty coffers and few remaining allies. You realigned your kingdom’s priorities from conflict and battle to making better use of the fertile valley in the middle of your territory for agriculture and trade. Through those endeavors, you managed to gather trade partners and then over time make them into allies, soothing some of the damage your father had left as his bloody legacy.

You sacrificed a lot yourself; having to take out loans and make steep diplomatic promises, as well as entering into a loveless political marriage with the youngest daughter of your father’s most contentious rival to heal old wounds, despite your own personal preferences.

Things were actually heading towards improvement after years of hard work, your efforts finally starting to look as if they’d bear fruit; the new age of peace and prosperity that you envisioned for your kingdom was on the horizon.

That is, until that year’s grape harvest completely failed due to a blight. Your kingdom’s chief export, and a momentous amount of gold you could not afford to lose in your reformation plans, all gone in an instant due to the simplest whim of nature.

You were devastated. While you kept a strong, enduring facade in public, you were despondent and inconsolable in private.

At your darkest hour, as you sat with the debts and the threat of being absorbed by your new wife’s neighboring country, a viper slithered into your private garden. Before you could grab your personal dagger and dispatch the threat, the creature spoke to you, not aloud, but inside your mind.

I come with an offer for you, little king.

The viper went on to explain the terms: constant prosperity ensured for your kingdom; for only the price of a single night out of your year, from sundown to sunrise.

It seemed like a deal too good to be true. Deals with spirits were always dangerous, despite how simple and benign they seemed.

But, you were out of options.

So, like any benevolent and desperate soul with other people’s wellbeing riding on your shoulders, you took the deal in a heartbeat.

The first year is free- consider it a sample- but I will return in a year to take what is due.

And just like that, things seemed to improve overnight.

This year’s harvest was gone, but that very day, multiple veins of mineable, renewable sunlight mana were discovered in a remote mountainous corner of your kingdom. The following years’ harvests were robust and healthy. Trade flourished, and your people were happy and healthy. Your wife’s family ceased all subtle threats of a hostile takeover when you could no longer keep the kingdom afloat, instead made toothless and agreeable to all of your rulings.

Not only did new sources of wealth continue to crop up around your land, but you had a live line to otherworldly insight. All you had to do was ask about any decision that needed making, and you would be told the most fortuitous choice to make by a voice in your mind. You thought that you were talented at governing before, but now you were infallible.

Things were good. But, as you were aware- everything good comes with a price.

As the next summer season ended, a full year from the day you agreed to the deal- the pact- the voice in the back of your mind instructed you to build an altar and a summoning circle in your private chambers.

You complied, too afraid to refuse, lest you lose all the progress your kingdom had gained in the year. Even as your stomach churned when you cut the heel of your palm and spilled your royal blood on the circle, you continued.

You were not versed in dark magic, but you knew whatever followed would not be good.

And it was absolute torment.

That was several years ago, now. And every year since, the demon visits you like clockwork on the last night of summer to collect their payment.

Luckily for you, your wife always leaves earlier in the week to travel back to her father’s kingdom, to spend the back half of the year there. It’s easy enough to command all your other constituents to not come looking for you tonight.

Because tonight just so happens to be that night of the year.

You finish lighting the candles and double checking your chalk lines drawn on the floor- though you’ve memorized them by heart at this point.

You’re experienced enough with what happens next that your heart almost isn’t racing. Almost.

Storm winds whip around the inside of the room, scattering papers. The candles on the wall and on the altar flicker wildly. There’s the sound of thunder cracking and a lion’s roar, condensed into a warbling boom in a split second. The view outside your window becomes a black void, despite the sun only just sunk below the horizon.

Then, he appears in the middle of the circle, a tall man with dark skin and twisting horns. He has a vast bundle of golden dreadlocks flowing like a mane down his back, secured with vines, and piercing, predatory green eyes. He wears dark robes studded with gold, and he carries a snake wrapped about his shoulders.

“Lord Alisher,” You say, dropping to your knees and bowing your head in deference. That’s not his name, but it’s what he has you call him. You know enough about demons now to know that you would not have been given his real name. “Welcome.”

You can feel your crown start to slip forward, but before it falls off, it’s gone in a wave of his hand, instead appearing nestled between his dreads. He raises an arm, letting the snake on his shoulders glide up the post of your canopy bed, slithering who knows where.

When he speaks, you hear it with your mind and rumbling through your chest, rather than in your ears.

I am here to collect this year’s payment.

Not one for idle chatter, as usual. You probably would be too, if you only had until the sun rose to have your fun.

“Yes, my lord.” You say agreeably. “What would you have me do?”

Disrobe.

This part is the most difficult to endure. He could manipulate you into moving whatever way he’d liked in a variety of methods, but chooses to have you do it yourself. If he would only just get on with it, it might not be so anxiety-inducing- but there’s always a certain level of play, first, and the lack of knowing is what is so torturous. It’s never the exact same process from year to year, so you never know exactly what to expect.

You comply, slowly peeling out of the many layers of fabric that you usually have servants to help you remove. You somehow manage to wriggle out of them, staying planted on your knees the entire time.

Now, show me your desire.

You touch yourself as instructed. It’s not so difficult to get going, as you were already half-hard with expectation as soon as you started preparing the circle.

The brilliant green eyes on you only serve to heighten the experience. You rub yourself emphatically, until you’re dripping pre-cum onto the stone floor of your chambers.

You’ve nearly reached your limit, muscles in your pelvis twitching, when his boom of a voice cuts into your head again.

Halt.

No, why-

You obey, mere seconds from release, your mind and body aching in protest, hunching forward and pressing your palms flat on the floor to steady yourself.

But the pressure just keeps building, even though you’ve stopped any stimulation.

Breaths heaving, muscles shuddering, you manage to stay still, waiting to be released.

It keeps going, no end to the torturous feeling in sight. Sweat beads on your forehead.

“Nngh-”

Just as you feel like you’ll break, you’re finally allowed relief as the built up pressure breaks, streaks of cum shooting from you and splatter over some of the chalk symbols on the floor, as you’re milked with no direct contact.

Good.

With the simple praise, you’re teleported from your place on the floor to your bed in a blink, dropped onto the bedding from a low height. You catch yourself on your knees and elbows.

To your credit, the demon seems to have started to treat you with some level of care after multiple years- opting to put you on the soft surface of your bed, whereas the sessions of the initial years had no real regard for your comfort.

Without another word, vines erupt from the elegantly carved posts of your bed. Tendrils grow forth and wrap themselves around your wrists, elbows, knees and ankles, secure but not tight enough to cut off blood flow.

You can’t help but feel anxious, exposed with no way to watch what’s happening to you. At least when it’s visible, you can have some semblance of preparation…

Just as you're contemplating your helplessness, you feel something wet and slick glide up the back of your thigh, and you're unable to stop it as it burrows itself inside you.

All you can do is let out a choked back moan as the intrusion immediately begins to squirm and twist inside of you.

It quickly stretches you by plumping up and pressing around your inner walls

A shadowy tentacle enters your vision from below, snaking up over the bed. The wet surface of it has a green-gold sheen, and the top of it resembles a man's stiff, uncut cock; veiny and dripping with arousal. In fact, it bears a striking resemblance to the dick of the demon's current form, at least when he's subjected you to it; just in a slightly different color palette.

It's not hard to put together that this is another copy of what's currently thrusting inside of you on the other end.

It lovingly snakes over the dip of your clavicle, leaving a wet trail up your neck and chin, before tracing a line from one edge of your mouth to the other.

"Nngh- Nngh-" You turn your head from side to side, trying to avoid having the slimy appendage squeeze into your mouth.

But the tentacle in your ass squishes flat your prostate, making your mouth hang open in a quivering groan.

Then, as you expected, the tentacle in front of you takes the opportunity to wriggle past your parted lips, and fill your mouth.

You gag at first, still not fully acclimated to the sensation of a cock in your mouth only after once yearly practice. But soon enough the lust takes over, and you suck greedily on the phallus as it thrusts and quivers into your mouth, eventually creeping its tip down your throat.

You almost think you can handle this- almost basking in the dual sources of pleasure. Maybe you have grown accustomed to this sort of thing, finally- but your hope is immediately dashed with terror as you feel yet another squirming, wet phallus press itself to the round of your ass.

More?!

You can hear the demon's warm but threatening laughter echoing in your brain.

The one inside you is already so thick, however will more manage to fit?

Let us find out.

The new tentacle's cockhead slips around the edge of your stretched ring, before finally finding a good spot to start pressing inside. It wriggles forcefully, making room for itself next to the first as it thrusts, joining it in an uneven rhythm of wet squelching.

Your loud groan of pleasure and alarm is muffled by the cockhead currently grinding against your tongue. As you suck harder it stiffens, then spurts cloying liquid down your throat.

Every time you think you can fit no more, another tentacle pries you farther apart and worms its way inside you- another in your throat, two, three more in your ass. Another wraps in coils around your aching, raw cock, pumping you to orgasm far past you having any seed left to give.

By the time daybreak approaches, you no longer even have the energy left to writhe, stretched to the limit and coated in fluid, tracks of tears from too much pleasure dried on your face.

Finally, the universe is merciful, and all of the invading probes and oppressive vines retract at once.

Such a wonderful little toy. It's a shame I'll have to wait a whole turn around the sun for another chance to play.

Lord Alisher retrieves his viper from your canopy, giving your thoroughly defiled body a wistful look.

Until next year, little king.

He steps onto the circle, and after a moment, disappears with a final crackle of demonic energy, just as sunlight begins to filter into your bedroom.

You let out a ragged sigh, rubbing out your wrists, your shoulder, your jaw- anywhere your sore arms can reach at the moment.

At least with that- another year of prosperity for your kingdom is ensured.

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