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babyboy-angel · 5 months
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any prince looking for a knight? i swear i'll serve you so well (will fuck you until your sheets are soaked, your legs numb, until you're covered in bite marks and scratches, will make you cum until you physically can't anymore, will send you lustful gazes in public and grope your ass in empty corridors, will make you scream until you lose your voice)
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darling-bunny-boy · 7 months
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To be a poor little prince, captured by the king of a rival kingdom.
Of course, due to your pride, you would keep your chin up. You would not bow to this imposter king. You are noble, glorious, worthy of all treasures in the world. And, regardless of being captured, you would not give in to any of your desires.
But do you not wish to kneel at his feet? To worship the very ground he walks on? To be compliant?
For the sake of your people, you will not give in. You must stay strong, if not for yourself, then for them. They must see a strong prince. One who can face danger and humiliation.
But you want him to take advantage of you. Take you to the balcony of his palace and fuck you before the very people you swore to protect. Let them see you quiver in his grasp, and know their prince has truly been defeated.
You stay strong. You stay ready. You are prepared for whatever torture he will inflict upon you in order to break you. You will face him with dignity and pride. And you will spit in his face as he realizes, he cannot conquer you.
But his attack, his dick inside of you leaves you begging for more. He rocks his hips, back-and-forth, sliding deeper into you with every movement. He grabs your leash, attached to a pretty collar with his name, imprinted on it. And he pulls. Nearly choking the life out of you, but you won’t complain. You are His Majesty‘s favorite little toy. And you love your position.
Your pride, your dignity, your people be damned.
You belong to the king.
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pxssyboyares · 7 months
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aww you're so cute and desperate, such a pretty little prince.. you're so cute and soft in your royal silks, so innocent. it'd be such a shame if your royal guard, the one person trusted with your life, slowly corrupted you, turned you into a mess for them, spoiled your sweet untouched body with their seed.
but you can't help it, can you? your knight bends you over your bed and all you do is wiggle your hips against their fat cock as they grind against you, moan for them, your toes curling in your slippers. they finger you from behind, leaning over your back so they can whisper quiet praise into your ear as you whine from their huge fingers thrusting in and out of you. your cock is throbbing with need, sorely neglected...
then, when your knight finally removes their armor and leans over you on the bed, they growl into your ear, "beg for it, prince." you can feel the heat of their heavy cock against your thigh, and it makes you feel light-headed: so much so that you can only whimper. "beg," they snap again, "tell me how bad you need my cock inside you." they begin to grind up against your thigh, and the movement of their hips thrusting against yours - but not inside, you feel so empty, not inside - rocks you against the bed.
finally you sputter out, "please, please fuck me..." your knight laughs at you, a laugh so mean you feel like you're withering beneath it. they spank your sensitive little cunt once, twice, and each time you cry out so loud there's not a chance nobody heard you. then they press the red, flared head of their cock against your hole and push in. it hurts at first, the thickest part of them meeting the tightest part of you, and then there's a soft little pop and they slide a few inches inside.
you feel their cock, so hard, dripping precum, practically scraping your walls as they push all the way in, pressing up against the very deepest point of you. already your eyes roll back into your head, the sheer size of your knight pushing all the coherent thoughts out of your head - they wouldn't even have to fuck you with how big they are; your hole fluttering around their cock feels good enough as is.
but then they lean over you and begin to fuck you, hard, fast, their gloved hand sneaking between your legs to jerk at your cock. the first time you cum, you scream, slick beginning to slide down the insides of your thighs.. your knight forces your head into the pillows and just keeps going harder, so rough with your oversensitive little cock, so brutal with their thrusts.
then they lean over you again, their sheer weight keeping you pressed into the mattress. "i'm gonna cum," they whisper into your ear, "soil your sweet innocence, fill up your hole..." the thought makes your cock throb, and before you know it, you cum around their swollen dick - and that's all the stimulation they need to cum alongside you, thrusting so very hard into you, fucking you through the best orgasm you've ever had.
you lie panting on the bed, blissed out, sweat rolling down your back. then, your knight, still buried deep inside, leans over you and whispers, "do you think we're even close to being done?"
hhholyy fuck
u would just keep fucking me over & over & over again until my legs shake unable to close
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yournxxdypuppy · 1 month
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Oh what i would do to be spoiled little prince, my cunt stretched around my knights cock, as Im already covered in his lovemarks...♡
To have every inch of my skin be worshipped and not just because im wealthy or royalty...♡
Instead its out of pure admiration and need that they feel for me and want to make me feel good...♡
Fuuuuckkkk just let me cum on a knights cock, only to be fucked in my princely pillows after..♡
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yesmilord · 11 months
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My question is why are you as a knight not shoving your hand down a bratty prince's pants and jerking his little tcock?
he's being so mean to you because his little dick is achey and his hole is dripping. So improve the prince's behaviour and play with his boycunt ☺💕
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mydearestknight · 1 year
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Knight grabs a shaky thigh with his free hand while eating prince out, fingering him with his other hand. Prince hiccups, moans and buries his fingers in knight's short hair. As he sucks off his clit, he gets a sharp moan in return, the legs around him shake and squish him a little.
He just loves the non-verbal responses his prince gives him. He feels the goosebumps under his rough hands, the shaky legs that press themselves against him.
Prince is exactly where he wants him to be, his head empty of his duties, full of knight and pleasure instead.
A disappointed moan makes him look up when he stops and removes his fingers. "Getting impatient, are we?", he asks with a smirk and starts kissing prince's stomach, moving upwards inch by inch.
"M-more," prince whines and causes knight to shudder just by how much he wants him. He kisses and sucks at prince's neck, his fingers circling over his clit teasingly.
"Say that again," he almost growls and moves his head to look prince in the eyes.
"I want more."
Knight kisses prince on his soft lips, lets him taste his own wetness and enters a finger. "You shall receive what you ask for, your Highness."
His kisses move back down to prince's dripping wetness, cherishing every sound and response he gets.
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slutforpaladins · 5 months
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yes being a royal who fucks your favorite knight is sexy but do y’all ever think about being forced to your knees by one of the knights invading your castle, amused and condescending at how far you’ve fallen, and forced to suck their dick/strap for your very life? and maybe you do such a good job that they not only spare you but take you with them as a trophy and toy? maybe they even bend you over your own throne and take you to show you your new place beneath them? i just think that’d be neat :)
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braveclementine · 7 days
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October 22- Mirror Sex (Legolas) 💙
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Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, mirror sex, prince kink, princess kink, oral sex 
Copyright: I do not own Legolas or any other LOTR characters. Annerose is a made up character, but she's barely mentioned and I don't own names either. I also do not condone any copying of this.
You gazed as the gorgeous man in front of you. Well, not so much of a man as he was an elf, one of the ancient race and you knew there was a difference- to them of course. Such a difference that the relationship between you and Legolas was kept a secret. It wasn't entirely forbidden, but Legolas was the son of an elf King. 
Your eyes trailed down his body. He had the perfect physique- as all of the elven men and women seemed to. Thin, but still fit and muscular. Long luscious blond hair and a pretty face, but still manly at the same time. 
You always felt rather. . . well ugly was a blunt word, but it still fit. Unflattering, perhaps. You knew among common mortals- as Legolas might put it- you were decently pretty, even in your own eyes, but amongst the elves. . .
Legolas was a man and beautiful. The women were something completely different. You still didn't know how Legolas could prefer you when he had so many female elves that would love to court with him. 
"You're staring." Legolas murmured softly, feeling your eyes burning into him. He opened them, his brown eyes meeting your E/C ones. Though you looked away, he could still read the emotions in them, sliding a hand across your hand. "Y/N, you are beautiful." 
You flushed, looking away completely. It was very easy for him to say it, of course. But it didn't mean anything. Not when you couldn't see it yourself. 
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Always self-conscious of the maid that came in to serve the two of you, you quickly slumped back into the sheets, feigning sleep while Legolas chuckled softly. 
You knew which elf it was the minute he greeted her by name. The elf with the silvery blue hair and large purple eyes. She was so beautiful you couldn't even believe she was a maid and even more surprised that Legolas had not had any sort of relations with her before meeting you. It had been rumored that they had, after all. But Legolas always told you the truth about whatever you asked. If he said they hadn't, then they hadn't. 
"Good morning my Prince." Annerose murmured softly, the sounds of clinking dishes being set on a tray near the bed. 
"Good morning Annerose." Legolas murmured back quietly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder blades. 
 "Um, my Prince!" Annerose said quickly, as though wanting to speak before you woke up, "I. . . there have been. . . well pardon me if this sounds forward. But you are our future King and some of the other servants. . . we've been worried about you." 
"Oh?" Legolas questioned. You could heard the curiosity in his voice. "For what reason?" 
Annerose hesitated a long time before saying rather meekly. "I know this is rather forward of me, my Prince, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but we have been worried if. . . if you are satisfied." 
Your cheeks burned and Legolas hand stopped rubbing circles on your back. You held back anything you wanted to say or do, keeping up the pretense of sleep. 
Legolas responded easily. "I can assure you that it is a needless worried. I am very satisfied, Annerose." 
"Ah." Annerose sounded unhappy with this, but of course would never say so. "I'm glad my Prince. Well, if there is ever anything else, you shall ring the bell." 
"Of course. Thank you." Legolas said, the edge of his tone clearly dismissive and then suddenly called out, "Annerose!" 
"Yes, my Prince?" Her tone had the slightest hint of hope in it. 
"Please, to clear all conscious and worries, let the others know that Y/N is to be my wife. They need not worry with my love, she is all I shall ever want." Legolas said. 
Annerose said nothing more, leaving the room, the door closing behind her quietly. 
Legolas said nothing, his hand leaving your back and you felt the bed dip as he got off of it, presumably to go and get the breakfast. You stayed laying where you were, hoping to fall back into an endless sleep and get away from the humiliation. 
The bed dipped again, long lithe arms pulling you back against his chest. A sob had gotten stuck in your throat and you didn't dare let it out, so you kept your lips shut firmly, trying to even out your breathing. 
"I know you're not asleep." Legolas murmured, stroking your hair back. "And I know her words hurt you. I'm sorry they were so thoughtless, my love." 
You swallowed the sob down and once the lump was gone, you murmured softly. "I'm alright. Just tired." 
"No you're not." Legolas saw right through you. "I know exactly what you need." 
He started to kiss down the back of your spine, his lips leaving a feather trail of burning spots. His hands caressed you and when you finally opened your eyes, he picked you up, swinging you over to sit you on the end of the bed. 
"Look." He murmured softly, looking straight at something, and then you realized that it was your reflection. The two of you were reflected in the tall, body-length mirror that sat in front of his bed. Gilded and wrought with silver and emeralds, your reflections were clear as day. 
You were painfully aware of how plain you looked next to him and averted your eyes down to the carpet in front of the bed, but Legolas wasn't having any of it. His fingers lifted your chin until you were looking directly at the two of you again. 
"What do you see?" Legolas asked softly, kissing the side of your neck, before meeting your eyes in the mirror. 
"I see myself. And I see you." You stated stubbornly. 
Legolas didn't back down. "How do you think of me?" 
"You're gloriously beautiful." You replied immediately. "You're so ageless and fair, there's a gay light in your eyes at all times. Your hair is so silky and smooth, it glows. But you're also as regal as your father." 
"And how do you think of yourself?" Legolas fingers were rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh now, slightly distracting you. 
"Well, I haven't prettied myself up, so I look rather plain." You admitted, figuring that this was the game you were playing and it was time to put everything out in the open. "But then again, next to you, I'm always plain. I don't have any of your light and I don't have any elvish beauty. I wish I did. Annerose is so beautiful Legolas, I don't know how you didn't fall for her instead." 
"Because she's not you." Legolas whispered, pulling the sheets away from your body so that you were exposed- the two of you having fallen asleep naked last night. You flushed a little as he ran his fingers through your H/C mons, before sliding two fingers into your cunt. 
Legolas got off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of you. "Y/N, you're going to look into the mirror the entire time. You will not look away, you will not close your eyes, you will only look at yourself and focus on my words. You don't have to ask for permission or say anything at all. Your safe word is still in use, understand?" 
"Yes." You murmured, letting your eyes stray down for a second, looking at the glorious Prince on his knees before you, before letting your eyes move back up to your own face. 
Legolas licked a stripe through your folds, your legs shaking a little, threatening to close around his head. 
"You know what I see?" Legolas asked, before diving back in for his feast. Though you knew that you didn't have to answer, you couldn't help the slightly snarky retort that rolled off your tongue. 
"A human?" 
Legolas lightly pinched the inside of your thigh, but otherwise didn't comment. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers and answered instead, "I see a beautiful young woman. Your hair shines in the sun, and when you have it down, it curls around your face, framing it, so that it softens your features." 
You wanted to look down at him, but kept your eyes focused on the mirror, looking at yourself. It was the one thing Legolas had commanded from you, so you wanted to make sure you followed through. 
"You have a different beauty." Legolas continued, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs. "Something no elf has, even me. Mortal beauty Y/N. You are beautiful as a human and you don't even realize it." 
'Well of course not.' You thought inside your head, staring into your own eyes, which reflected a bitter sadness back at you. 'Have you seen yourself?' 
Legolas seemed to feel your emotions because he kissed the inside of your thigh and said, "Look. Look at yourself Princess." 
Your heart fluttered with the nickname and you watched your cheeks redden just a tad. A new light was in your eyes as pleasure started to coil in your abdomen. One of your small hands came into view as you placed it lightly on Legolas' fair hair. You watched your slender fingers slide into his locks as he latched back onto your cunt. 
You watched your own eyes widen, glistening lips parting a little as you let out a moan. 
"Look how beautiful you are." Legolas mumbled, muffled slightly as he didn't let up eating you out. You let out another moan, his words causing vibrations against your lower lips. Your legs shook and you could see your cheeks turning pinker. 
"My Prince. . ." You moaned, voice quavering as you started to read the apex of your orgasm. Legolas looked beautiful between your legs, your hand tightening in his hair, the golden-white locks bunching up. He looked almost disheveled now, if that was possible. . . and it was because of you. 
Your eyes were even brighter now, almost glazed as you reached your pleasure, which felt like fire across your veins. Your body shook and you watched yourself in the mirror once more, before collapsing against the bed so that you could relax. 
You stared up at Legolas as he knelt next to you, smiling a little like you were the most adorable thing he'd seen on Middle Earth. His hand stroked your cheek until you finally smiled back at him. 
"Did you see your beauty?" Legolas asked softly. 
You knew what he meant and you could see it. He was right, it was a different sort of beauty than perhaps he was thinking about, but it was beauty. 
"Yes." You whispered. 
"Do you know why you're mine?" Legolas whispered. 
You blushed at that. "You love me." 
"Exactly." Legolas said, picking you up into his arms now, cradling you as he brought you over to sit with the food so the two of you could eat. "I love you." 
You burrowed into his side, glancing up and seeing the two of you in the mirror again. You smiled at your reflection and then said to Legolas, "I love you too." 
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babyboy-angel · 11 months
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you don't understand i want to be a dainty little prince so bad and have a hot knight grab me roughly and pin me against the wall when no one is watching, littering kisses and bite marks on my jaw, neck and shoulders before leaving me a wobbling mess in the hallway
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thatonedumb-s-u-b · 1 year
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Call me your highness while you fuck me. Call me your future king while you’re on your knees preparing me while I sit on the large throne that’ll some day be mine. Sink your fingers into me and ask if next time you should borrow my rings for this. Teasingly call me your little prince while you fold me in half on the thrown, ankles pushed above my head while you find the perfect angle to make me cry and scream. Fill me with everything you have to give and think about how your ruining me for betrothal. How I’ll never find a royal who can possibly match you. Look at the mess you left behind in me when we’re done, and question if pants are really still fitting for me to wear now since they’ll only get stained and ruined over and over again like the pairs before.
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rowanberryprinxe · 2 months
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wax play in a royalty kink setting. candlelit bedchambers, fancy candleholders and candelabras. dressing them up in your finest silks only for the clothes to be thrown onto the dark wooden floor. them whimpering and whining as the wax from your candle (taken from your cabinet; the same one that you used to manage your duties and studies) pours upon their chest and shoulders. you melt the wax with your fingers and caress their skin so that it glistens in the candlelight and they feel a burning sensation and then the cold breeze from the open window blows the fire out and they shiver from the cool air so they beg for more of your warmth. and so you give it to them. etc etc
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vamp1r3slvt · 7 months
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It's such a shame that there is no knight in shining armour to fuck my slutty little prince cunt until I cry... A sad day indeed... 😔😔😔
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princelykeiran · 5 months
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It's my birthday! I sure hope no loyal knight comes to my chambers after my birthday celebrations and tells me he has one last gift for me, before undressing me and gently pushing me to the bed, and then fucking and breeding my pretty little boycunt until the late hours of the night.
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mydearestknight · 1 year
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the youngest prince who isn't used to being spoiled, becomes the favorite of another royal from a different kingdom
It all began with subtle glances whenever they met. The king is younger than they all expected, from a kingdom far away. But he is interested in their realm - for political reasons. The youngest prince, however, can't help but notice the king's eyes on him.
A weird feeling. So much attention, so many subtle smiles and soft nods in his direction. Prince finds himself touch himself at night, thinking of the king, his broad shoulders and fine skin ... His hands on his waist, having his way with him. An imagination so intoxicating.
What started as glances develops into more. The young king starts talking to him, leaves him presents despite the prince's older siblings being more important than him. Being used to this kind of treatment. Prince doesn't know what to think of it. How to react.
But it makes him fall for the king even harder. He wants more of his attention, more than the glances and short conversations. One night, the king talks to him, touches his hand as he apologises for being called to the prince's father. The touch tingles on his skin for hours.
More. He wants more.
But how does he ask for it? Is he even worthy of even more attention?
"I want you to follow me," the king mutters one night, straight into his ear, so he can feel his breath tickling his skin. Prince does, he follows the king into his chamber, who closes the door behind them, locking everyone else and reality out of this small space.
The king spoils him with the best meal he has ever had. Fine wine from his own realm, sweet and smooth. He is happy about the clothes prince is wearing, a gift a few weeks back. Prince doesn't want to wear anything else, imagining the fine fabrics to smell like the king.
Holding out his hand, the king waits for the prince to take it and leads him to the bed, fingers ghosting over buttons and laces. Prince just nods while looking into the king's eyes, who grins at him and starts undressing him, carefully and patient.
Prince finds himself beneath the king, drunk with lust, as he kisses his skin, makes his way down to his wetness where he starts licking and sucking his clit. One finger enters him, then another. He doesn't even know what exactly happens, just that he is going crazy.
"Cum for me," the king coos before he continues sucking him off and prince does as he is told, holding back a choked moan as his legs start shaking. "The night is long, my dear prince. I want to hear you. Let me help you tear down those walls you hide behind ..."
The king worships him that night, moves inside him with long and slow strokes until prince can't take it anymore, begging to be fucked. And the king fulfills his every wish, even that of taking him with him once he leaves for his own realm again.
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slutforpaladins · 6 months
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0 days since last thought about getting fucked by a knight
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