Gender is a game and baby I'm a speedrunner

you're being more handsy than usual as you lean against me for support, but i think nothing of it. surely his majesty is only gripping onto my biceps to prop himself up as he staggers to his rooms. surely his fingers ghosting across my chest and stomach is an accident. i'm sure he hasn't even noticed he's touching me

i open the door for you and i'm about to bid you goodnight when you pull me inside, shutting the door behind us. i gasp in surprise as you push me onto your bed and sink to your knees in front of me, rubbing your face against my clothed bulge before taking out my cock and sucking on the head. you look up at me with wide, faux innocent eyes, sighing contentedly as you swirl your tongue around the tip

"your majesty, this isn't right. you're drunk."

you lick a stripe up the length of my cock. "i think choking on your cock would sober me up quite a bit. don't you agree, sir knight?"

you swallow my dick to the base and against my better judgement i grip the back of your neck and fuck your mouth until tears stream down your face

i cum down your throat and you collapse forward, resting your head on my thigh as you regain your breath. i cautiously reach down and gently pet your hair and you nuzzle into my thigh

you're still staggering when you stand up, though i'm not sure if it's from the drink or from having your mouth fucked. you stumble towards me and strip clumsily, messily before climbing into my lap, completely naked.

my cock twitches and i stare at you, speechless. you stare up at me, a drunken grin on your face and lean in closer. "kiss me."

i don't need to be told twice. i grab your face and kiss you hungrily, messily, tasting the salty mix of tears and cum on your tongue.

your hands wander under my shirt, pulling at the fabric, fumbling at the buttons. you break away from the kiss and pout, slurring your words as you speak. “not fair that you've still got clothes on."

i raise an eyebrow at the fact that you're clearly still drunk, but decide to ignore it, quickly shedding my shirt. your eyes widen as you look me up and down. your hands go to my chest, trailing down my stomach. "you're so big," you gasp in wonder, running your hands over all the muscles you can reach. your mouth finds its way to my arms, your tongue exploring my biceps.

you take my hands in yours and place them on your ass. "touch me like you mean it," you command, "you won't break me. i'm not as fragile as you think."

i squeeze your ass as hard as i dare and you moan prettily, looping your arms around my neck and kissing my throat. "so good at following orders."

you grind against me, your cunt dripping over my quickly hardening cock as you frot our dicks together. my cock catches on your hole and i feel how wet you are for me. you whimper, looking up at me with those wide eyes.

you lift your hips, lining up my cock with your hole.

"your majesty-" i try to protest, my voice shaking.

"shhh. let me have this," you interrupt, sinking down onto my cock.

i shake my head, lightheaded from the feeling of your wet cunt. "your majesty, i can't. my vows-"

"that's an order," you tell me, a drunken grin on your face. my breath hitches as another inch of my cock disappears inside you.

unable to hold yourself up for any longer, you slump against my chest, whining for me to fuck you. unable to resist anymore, i grip your hips maybe a little too hard and pull you down onto my cock, making sure you take all of it.

i need their quiet breath to sharpen as I hold their hips, my thumbs and lips brushing their lower belly. need their hips to buck as i run light nails from their belly to their inner thighs, just barely missing the place they beg to be touched.

Damsel in need...

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