Ari Reynes

Servants try tea and music, advisors try every phycological trick in the book, but it's only my knight that's effective.

They follow me into my room one night, locking the door behind us before they press me into the wall and kiss me hard. I'm too caught off guard to fight back and they easily strip me of my silk clothes, tossing them aside.

They pin me to the bed with ease, shoving my face into the pillows, forcing my hips up. They'd press two thick digits in me, and I cry out as they fucked their fingers into me roughly, but I take it, shocked moans leaving my lips.

The knight would tell me they're doing it for the reward, that they don't care that their strap might be too much for me, but they know I'm going to be good and take it, and I know I will.

They'd fuck me rough and fast, keeping me pinned in place, and I'm grasping for fistfuls of the sheets as they use me. My thoughts go soft and fuzzy and all I can think about is how good it feels. They'd make me cum over and over till I'm shaking and begging for them to be done. They know there's nothing I can do to stop them, they're stronger and bigger and much less dazed than I am, and all I can do is take it.

They'd finish after making me cum one more time before pulling out of me and gazing down at my fucked-out form on my ruined sheets. They'd press soft kisses against my neck and shoulders, whispering praises as I drift off to sleep.

But I wouldn't know they slept in a loose, silky, practically see-through robe. Or that they shifted so much in their sleep that the blanket uncovered them, leaving them bathed in moonlight. I wouldn't have known that they had dirty dreams, or that they gasped and arched in their sleep.

They'd thank me each morning with a smile, and I'd nod and not mention how needy seeing them that way got me. It would go on for days, then weeks before I finally worked up the nerve to do anything.

One night, I'd let my hand slip down, eyes on my pretty royal. I'd listen to their sweet sounds, and let myself get off on it, till I'm gasping my way to a silent release.

And, of course, that night would be the first time they wake up. They'd catch me rushing to compose myself, and scold me for getting off watching them. I tower over them, but I'm embarrassed as they get up off the bed to ask me what I like about watching them? Was it seeing their skin on display? Or the pretty noises they make? Was I imagining having them beneath me?

They'd laugh when I'd confirm yes to all of those. They'd tell me that only in my dreams would they let me fuck them. They can't be sore the next morning, now can they? But they have an alternate situation, if I wanted.

And I wouldn't be able to disagree.

So I'd find myself laid out on their bed, stripped of my armor and weapons, my lovely royal between my legs, smirking down at me. They'd tease me for getting overpowered so easily, saying that I'm so much stronger, but I'll be good and obey because that's all I can do, right? I'm their knight, and they know I'll listen to them.

And I'd be so desperate, and beg them to have their way with me. Tell them that I'll take it because I'll do everything I can to give them what they want. They'd praise me, and tell me that I'm such a good knight for them, and that they may need to keep me if I'll be so well behaved.

They brush their hands against my chest as they walk past me, get my attention by grabbing my chin and dragging me to their level, pressing against me accidentally when they need to grab something, doing things they know will get worked up and smiling when they know there's nothing I can do about it until they let me.

Of course, they'd act like the perfectly posed royal everyone expected when others are around. I'm the only one that gets to see their cruel, teasing side, and they're the only one that gets to make me flustered.

They'll make me wait till they guide me to their bed at night and fuck me till I can't think of anything but them. They'll make up for all the teasing touches during the day, giving me exactly what I want as long as I beg for it.

They'll love having someone so devoted to them, someone that will do as they say without question, the perfect toy to play with as they please.

I'm led to the royal's room, where I'm tied up, my hands bound above my head, and my legs spread open wide, held in place to let them use me easily. I'd be left there with assurances that the royal will love me, that I've been made the perfect gift for them.

But all that hard work gets ruined when the royal gets their hands on me.

They'd admire me for the time it takes them to reach the bed, then the silks are torn to be out of the way as their big hands pin me in to the bed beneath them. They rip my bonds with ease to flip me around and push me into a mating press. Their hand would shove my head into their soft pillows, all the work of making me look like an expensive gift gone with the royals desperate need to fuck.

But they'd use their gift as I was intended, fucking me till I can't think, and I'd want to cry that I can't take it, that it's too much, but it's not, and I find that I want more. Whatever was in the drink made me more desperate, and it has me rocking back into their rough thrusts, begging for them to fuck me harder.

The royal would use me through the rest of their rut, filling me, holding me, making me take their knot over and over, telling me their going to breed me till I can't think, and I'd love every second of it.

They’d guide me away from everyone else, press me against the wall to kiss me breathless. I’d give easily under their hands, let them do whatever they please as they stroke their hands down to my hips, pressing a leg between my thighs, trailing their kisses to my neck.

When they bite me, I’d gasp, but they’d hold me in place, the sharp pain quickly shifting into pleasure that makes my body tremble with need as they moan so sweetly against my skin. When they pull away from my neck, lips stained, they’d be surprise to see me not repulsed, instead turned on even more. When I’d ask—beg—for them to bite me again, they’d grin, and do as I say, picking a new spot and sinking their teeth into me.

I wouldn’t know till then that a vampire’s bite can be orgasmic. Trembling with need, filled with unbearable pleasure, they’d easily guide me to orgasm, my hips rolling against their thigh, desperate for some kind of friction, though the burning pleasure from their lips is far more than enough.

He'd ask me to sit with him while he drank, and his big hands would trail over me, lazily wandering, and my breath would hitch as his fingers settled between my legs as he spreads me open for him. He'd tell me he'd need lots of time to prepare me for him, that he wanted me to sit right here all night, taking his fingers till he was ready.

And I'd do it, gasping and pleading for more as he kept his slow, steady pace, stretching me open on his thick fingers, taking slow sips from his glass, uncaring when other people passed by and noticed. When he slides his fingers from me, grinning at my whine, we'd make our way to the rooms, and he'd lay me out on the bed. He'd spend so much time between my legs, holding me open and making me so sensitive I'm trembling. Then he'd slowly work me down on his cock, filling me, making me gasp and arch till he can't push any deeper.

The night would be so good, and he'd fuck me so everyone could hear how he makes me feel, my cries loud, and he'd laugh and fuck me harder. After, he'd lay with me, large hands massaging me slowly, and he'd tell me he wants me every time he comes by.

I'd spend the night filled up, waiting in anticipation for him to arrive while I serve other guests, pretending I'm not trembling with pleasure at the feeling of the toy inside me.

When he arrived, his eyes would immediately land on me. He'd be led to a table, one near the center of the room, and I'd be sent to take his order.

Just the sound of his deep voice would make my legs shake, but he'd just send me off to retrieve his drink, not noticing. Or, maybe he does notice, because the toy inside me would start to vibrate.

Until they're ordered to make sure I don't act up because it reflects badly on the royal family. So the next time I do act up, maybe teasing them about something, or getting out of their sight as a game after they've told me not to, one of them drag me into an empty room, and pin me to the wall.

Suddenly aware I'll get in trouble this time, I'd try to apologize, say I didn't mean it, I'll be better, that I'm sorry, but they'd say no, they think I need to learn my place. I wouldn't know what to expect--surely they wouldn't hurt royalty. They can't.

But when they drag me to a couch, bending me over their lap, they'd do just that, making sure the others are watching. Tears would spring to my eyes, but I'd find that I...like it? That I like it a whole lot, and soon I'd find myself moaning as they spank me, and they'd laugh, and ask if I'd want everyone to know what a slut I am, that I got off on this, and that I had better behave or they'll do it again. They'd let me stumble from the room on trembling legs, hot and desperate and wanting more.

I wouldn't be able to forget it, how it felt being put in my place, the immense pleasure I felt being held in place and made to take it. I'd find myself acting up on purpose, trying to spur them on to do something to make me feel that way again. And when a different knight shoves me on my bed the next time, nearly tearing off my silky clothes, pushing my face into the sheets as I moan for their cock, I'd find that it was exactly what I was wanting.

They'd fuck me rough, tell me it's a punishment, and that I really must be such a slut to enjoy it so much. That if I can't learn my lesson from this, they'll just have to work on fixing my attitude every day till I'm an obedient little slut for them.

The sirens ask to tie us up, and sing and sing, watching us write and plead to get closer. They enjoy seeing us desperate and bound, craving them so. They'll work us to the edge, making us finish with cries before they reward us with our treasure.

The seamonster that picks us off the ship, rips our clothes with it's thick tentacles, and fucks us in the air. They never make it hurt too badly though, and they always make sure to do it where everyone else can see. They let us cross their waters after, sinking back under with promises of the same for our return trip.

The merfolk, who fuck us on the beach, half in the water. They laugh as we try to grip onto something, holding us in place easily, keeping us pinned as they get off. They'll grant us access to their home after, filling our lungs with magic with a kiss.

the selkies that coax us close, then change to their human form on our ship, joining our parties for the night. They take one of us to bed, but fuck us on the deck, as close to the water as possible, enjoying the way we gasp at being caught or seen.

And of course we have each other. Maybe we're a crew made up of different creatures. Perhaps the captain's an Incubus, and the reason we seem to lure the neediest of monsters to our ship.

The dragon, for example. The plan was to save a princess and go, but the dragon was just so alluring, bargaining her freedom for my use, just for a little bit, and I agreed without question. As soon as she was safe, I'd be shoved to the floor, my armor stripped off, legs spread open for the dragon. They'd be so eager to have someone to fuck and use that I would stay much longer than our agreed date, but that would only mean I ensure they won't hurt with anyone else--except me of course.

Or a great beast that has captured a prince, and I go to slay him, but he's got the prince gasping and sunk on his cock, and coaxes me to join, so he can fuck us both through the night. In the morning we decide he'll return the prince as long as we both promise to return and visit and let him have us. And we couldn't possibly disagree.

The demon disturbing the peace in the kingdom just wants a little attention, and when I go to talk to him, he easily convinces me to spread my legs in exchange for his obedience. There's just no way I could say no to that, and in return, he leaves the people alone, and instead I find him somehow in my bedroom often, waiting to have me as he wants.

maybe you could do one on being a bartender at a little bar, hidden away in the forest, where loads of big mean monsters come in for a drink, but end up taking their turns with you sprawled out across the bar counter 🙉🙉

That sounds so nice, getting bent over by a different creature every day--every other hour. Sometimes they'd take turns, passing me around the table after I bring their drinks, or lines forming at the bar to get their time with me, bending me over, and leaving me breathless and gasping when they're done.

Maybe sometimes they can't wait, too impatient, stretching me on two cocks, different hands sliding over me at once, large hands pulling my face away from others to capture my lips in a kiss. They'd make sure everyone can see how much I love it when they take me together, or trying to prove a point to the other to see who can fuck me better.

Sometimes they're rough, though they know I like it. Werewolves not knowing their own strength till they see the marks left on my hips, or vampires so dazed with pleasure that they leave me with bite marks and dark hickeys. Giant monsters that can easily manhandle me into whatever position they want me in, spreading me over the bar, or over their laps.

Maybe when the bar's low on money, or I want something extra, auctioning off a night with me, having me on display on a stage, letting them watch how well I can take it, how obedient I'll be, how pretty I look getting fucked.

On long nights, all they need is for me to be there to keep them occupied, a hole to fuck and a body to touch so they don't fall asleep or get bored. They'll bend me over the railing when everyone else is gone, and fuck me over the sea, the thrill of being caught making it so much better.

After a stressful negotiation, or a long battle, they want me on my knees before them, my mouth free to use, my mind always so obedient, and they love knowing that I won't disobey. They'll shove me down and fuck me hard and raw, grabbing my hair or my throat, hissing that I'm their pretty little slut, theirs to fuck in secret and to use as they please.

After a success, when they're in a good mood, they'll let me touch them. They'll lay back on their silky sheets, and let me come between their legs and run my fingers over their body, gentle touches on their beautifully scarred skin, soft kisses to make them close their eyes and relax. They'll fuck me slow and sweet, holding me to them, whispering praises of how well I've done, and let me fall asleep beside them, pressed close.

Sometimes, when they're feeling adventurous, they'll pull me in a dark hallway, pin my against the wall, and tell me to get off there, knowing anyone could walk by and see. They'd push their thigh between my legs, pin my hands beside my head, and bite my neck till I'm gasping for release. They'll tell me what a slut I am and I wouldn't be able to say otherwise because, for them, I'd know it's true.

I don't know what it entails at first, but when I'm pushed to my knees to suck someone off, and a gold coin drops in front of me, I get it.

I spend my days bent over the railings, getting fucked in front of the crew and getting coins pushed in my pockets when they're done. Getting fingered in hallways, pushed against the wall, coins pressed in my hands when they've gotten what they wanted. On my knees beneath tables while they eat, reaching for the coins they slip me when I've pleased them.

But as soon as I turn my back, I hear the snap of the restraints, then I'm pinned against the wall. They ask who's pathetic now? They can smell my arousal at being held like this, and laugh, fingers pushing down between my legs. They'd hiss, and tell me they're going to fuck me, and I'm going to take it because they know I want it. And I wouldn't be able to find it in me to disagree.

They've all sworn loyalty to me and the ship, and being a part of my crew gives them certain perks they might not get on other ships.

The Quartermaster, who is in charge of so much was chosen for their sharp mind and quick thinking. But also for the way they easily fall to their knees when we're alone, knowing just what to say to beg me to have my way with them.

The Cabin Boy, who is a spoiled rich man who left his family to explore the seas. He's taken to following orders, especially when I tell him to bend over my bed. He's everyone's favorite because he obeys much better than when we first picked him up, and he moans so loud everyone knows when he's getting fucked.

The Helmsman--or woman, in this case--was chosen for her focus and calm mind in a crisis. But also because she's so observant and knows just how to please someone. When she has a break, I'll take her to my room, and let her touch me as she wants, thrilled when she remembers every place that makes me gasp.

The Navigator, who looks over maps all day, and goes to bed with inkstained clothes and ideas of new adventures. When I take her to bed, she touches me like a land to explore, fingers mapping my body, finding every inch, exploring like it's the first time.

The Medic, who I chose for his loyalty and quick thinking, his speed and caution in a pinch, and the way he obeys without question, his mind always on how to have the best results. When he isn't busy, I'll spread him out on my bed, and make him forget his worries. I'll fuck him on my fingers till he can't think, and make him remember how grateful we are for his skills.

My best trained swordsman is there to train others. He gets them to listen and understand so easily, and I love how challenging it is to get him to obey. When he's done especially well, I'll pull him in a spare room, push him against the wall, dare him to try and flip it. But he won't, because as much as he hates to admit it, he loves when I praise him and tell him how well he's done till he cums.

My First Mate is close to me, my most trusted crew member. He doesn't tell anyone that when we go to my room at night, it's me they hear. That he's the one forcing me to my knees, and pushing his cock in my mouth. That the reason my sleeves are long is to hide the indent of the rope he uses to tie my hands to the bed posts.

I also want for it to be common knowledge to close advisors and servants and guards that I'm free to use, free to fuck and bend over, so long as no one catches us.

And they do it--my angry soldiers after a long day, coming in and grabbing my hair, fucking me in secret. My advisors praising me for a job well done after a meeting, guiding me to my knees to press my face between their legs. Servants shyly using my mouth, or pleading for me to use theirs.

Even close allies being let in on the secret, a king from a different kingdom bending me over my throne and fucking me, stuffing my expensive clothes in my mouth to shut me up. A queen calling me in to talk, and ordering me down onto my knees, delighted when I obey without protest. A rival being swayed into alliance by spreading my legs so they can use me as they please.

Maybe I'd even get close enough to the stable boys or chefs, and I'd thank them for their hard work by getting on my knees.

I haven’t let them yet because just one is enough to stuff me full, but I know they want to feel me tight around them, to know how good I feel when I take them the way they want. They wouldn’t pester me about it, but I’d know how badly they want to and I know I’ll eventually give in for a special occasion.

When I agree, they’d take it slow, laying me down and stretching me, fingers slow and steady, pressing deep kisses to my lips as I tremble beneath them, soft and sensitive and desperate.

When they know I’m ready to take them, they’d be eager, I could tell, hard and leaking, but still take their time, easing into me, every bit of both their cocks pressing into me, making my body shake and my fingers fist the sheets, unable to think of anything but how good it feels.

When I feel more filled than I ever have, I'd tell them I couldn't possibly take anymore, and they’d laugh and tell me they weren’t even all the way in. They'd tell me it's okay, they'll teach me to make it fit, that they'll make sure eventually I'll be able to take it all. For now, they'd be content with curling their tail beneath me to angle my hips up and start to fuck me.

I’d feel so full and so tight around them that it would only take a few slow thrusts for us both to finish, but neither of us are done. They’d fuck me till I’m trembling from the sensitivity, but I’m so tight and warm, we both need just a little more.