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Thinking about being a personal guard to a young prince. Having to stand outside his door early in the morning only to have to wait until he wakes up long past mid-day. I follow him around the castle, listening to him babble about whatever's caught his interest lately. I listen nearby as he takes his lessons in the library. He's so smart and clever, a little arrogant, but in a way that's charming. I lean on the fence of the riding ring, watching him take his riding lessons. His movements are so fluid, yet strong and confident. It may be my job to look after him, but I love watching him. How he moves, how he talks. I might be in love with the prince.

I walk the prince back to his room after dinner. We chat lightly about the next hunt, or joust, or whatever silly event the king's got cooked up. The halls are quiet now that it's getting late. The sconces on the walls light his face up, making him look like he's glowing. He's still talking, taking small glances at me. I just can't help myself. I grab the prince by his shoulder and push him against the wall, kissing him passionately on the mouth.

He leans into me, kisses me back, his hands resting on my hips. I pull away, just a breath. His cheeks are flushed, his mouth slightly parted, lips glistening in the firelight.

"I was wondering how long you would wait." He teases, his lips curling to a slanted smile. My heart leaps; so he knew how much I stared. I didn't care if it was embarrassing, I just pressed my lips to his again. He moaned softly into my mouth, his fingers tangling into my hair, pressing me closer and closer.

His hips thrust against me and I use mine to shove him back against the wall. He whimpers, trying all that he can to grind against me. I smirk between our kisses and pry a knee between his legs. The prince doesn't wait to start using my thigh to grind on.

"My, my, prince." I say. I trace his jaw with a finger, hooking it under his chin and lifting his eyes to mine, "You're awfully eager, aren't you?"

The prince smiles, still grinding on my thigh. "How could I help it?" He asks, his voice breathy and jagged from rocking his hips, "You were like a wolf hunting down its prey, staring at me all day like you would starve if you didn't have me."

"And I will have you," I purr, "seeing as I've already caught my prey." My hand finds the hem of his pants and I loosen the strings, shoving my hand between his legs. The prince's moans reverberate off the stone walls as my fingers play with his dripping folds.

"Please," he begs softly against my chest. My fingers find his sensitive dick, pulsating and hard. I stroke it, watching the expressions dance on his face as I pleasure him. He sounds wonderful. His moans and whimpers are almost musical. I remove my hand from his pants, he whines. He watches as I bring my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. He presses his lips once more to mine, tasting himself on my tongue.

"Let's go to your room," I say gently, "I'm not finished with you yet." I take his hand and lead him down the hall and into his chambers where we spend the rest of the night tangled up in each other.

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OH MY GODDDDDDDDD AAAHHHHH. i have no coherent thoughts this is so good holy shit

#JUST GONNA SHARE THIS SO OTHER PEOPLE CAN SEE IT TOO #screams.#asks #anon #⚔️

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