Forest Prince

The calm experienced royal advisor who keeps an eye on me and helps me figure out all the political royal stuff that I don’t understand. He finds my ignorance cute, he admires the way I try my hardest to figure out what certain things really mean so I can make my own decisions when I’m king. He rewards me by bending me over my own thrown when no one else is around and fucking me into oblivion, pulling my hair so my back arches enough for him to whisper praises in my ear.

The bright eyed stable boy who’s hands go a little too far up my inner thigh when he helps me get onto my horse, who’s grip lingers on my hips when he helps me off. He takes me on midnight rides and points out every constellation he knows. He still calls me sir and your majesty when I ride him, calloused hands gripping my hips enough to leave behind a lovely little bruise.

The quiet gentle servant boy who helps me reach books that I can’t grab in the library. He helps me get dressed in the morning when I can’t reach the buttons that trail down my back. He reads books to me when I suck his dick under one of the library tables in the very back, he gets whiny and flustered and runs his hands through my hair and apologies when he cums in my mouth even though I always want him to.

The talkative cook who makes me all my favorite pastries for breakfast. He brings me meals and snacks and always sits with me when I ask him to stay. He tells me about the food and how it’s made, he smells like fresh bread and lavender scones. He spends hours fucking me, going slow, making sure everything he does is perfect, savoring every moan and plea he can pull from me. Melting my brain with pleasure until I can’t even think enough to form words, until I’ve lost every concept of time, until all I know is the pleasure he brings me.

The rival prince who’s visiting for the good of our two nations. He makes sure I know he doesn’t like me, that no matter how many dinners we are forced to have together and how many times I write him silly little poems for him he will never like me. He spends his days training for combat while I watch him from my spot in the garden, he would hate for me to know he’s purposefully trying to show off, acutely aware that my gaze is trained on him. His nights are spent forcing my face into the plush pillows of his bed, sucking dark hickeys into my skin, pounding into me so hard I cant walk properly in the morning. He loves nothing more then the long desperate scratch marks I leave down his back, then the sounds I make when I’m absolutely blissed out on his dick. He holds me afterwards, making sure I’m ok, kissing the tears off of my cheeks, grinning as he looks at me in his clothes, a mess in his sheets.

currently on an imaginary adventure through the woods, heading to the dragon’s lair.

Who’s down to join me?

So here's a reminder for everyone that Dom just means that is you in a sexual setting. You are Allowed to be babied out of that setting and adored and loved just as much as you give. Even IN a sexual setting you need aftercare too!!! Esp if ur in a romantic relationship with your sub!

Subs, please don't assume that you're the one to be taken care of even out of a sexual setting. Even if ur just bros, take the time to just make sure your dom feels just as taken care of as you do! And if you're in a romantic relationship with them, make damn well sure you praise them after or say "I really liked when you hit me/called me that name" etc!

And yes, doms, you deserve to be praised, cared for and about and comforted when you need it. Your feelings should matter as much as your sub's, and so does your consent, in or out of a sexual setting. Everyone needs to be able to trust and be vulnerable with their partner(s), and you should receive as much as you give.

oh. oh now that's something.

I want to be a spoiled toy for a prince, who is taken care of and draped in the finest of jewels, so that everyone in the palace knows that I'm the prince's whore. And my place is on their lap, ready and available to be used during important meetings, or sitting by their feet, my head against their thighs with my hair being pet, knowing the fingers in my soft hair could turn rough to drag my mouth to where it belongs between their legs.

Or I would be a prince, so unused to being told no, being pushed around by my most trusted knight. Being taught how to obey, how to fall down to my knees and worship somebody far below my status. Being called their sweet prince, while being fucked against the floor, not even given the dignity of being taken in their bed.

Finally, I'd love to serve a queen. A woman of such power and status, one who would clap and I would be on my knees for her, ready to do her bidding. She would be cruel to me in the moment, her ring covered hand slapping across my face, dragging her claws down my chest deep enough to draw blood. And then, when were alone she'd lie me over her silk sheets and kiss every mark she left, reminding me that she does love me so.

Just imagine the snark, the cheekiness, the angst from heart of gold crime boyf's possible backstory where the prince meets him in the prison and decides to pardon him, tenderly holding hands while teaching the prince to pick a lock, eavesdropping on important diplomatic meetings he's not yet allowed to attend, intricately carved daggers so the prince can protect himself as a gift, and most importantly, sneaking in every night with ease, and helping to sneak him out whenever he wants

(TW cnc, somno, breeding)

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The prince must be guarded at all hours, so my fellow royal guards and I watch him day and night. We watch him when he’s sits on his throne, we watch him when he dines in hall, we watch him when he dresses, and bathes, and practices speeches. We watch him at night when he’s asleep on a bed of silk.

Guarding the prince is a full-time responsibility. There are three of us, and we are all young men, unmarried, expert knights, handpicked by the king for our bravery and strength. Two of us are always on guard, while the third rests.

I have been the prince’s guard for three years, since he was sixteen. He’s nineteen now, old enough to marry, but his father is overprotective, and cannot settle on a suitable match.

I think the prince is lonely. Sometimes when I guard him at night he moves in his sleep, and I know he’s dreaming of a lover. My fellow guards are both half in love with the prince, maybe I am too. We are always close to him, devoted to his needs, but we know our place is only to serve.

One night he awakes from a nightmare, jerking suddenly upright in fear, searching the darkness.

“All is well, my prince,” I assure him, and he flops back into bed, but I can see him trembling.

“Just this once...” he trails off, and then begins again, “Just this once, can the two of you come closer?”

“My prince, it’s not proper,” my fellow guard says, though I can see the longing in his eyes.

“Please,” the prince turns to me, “Please, I just need someone to hold me.”

“If your father...” I begin, but he looks so small and frightened. I meet my fellow guard’s eyes, and we reach an unspoken agreement.

I lean my shield and halberd against the wall, and unclip my sword from my belt, positioning it in easy reach. My fellow guard does the same, and we settle ourselves gingerly onto the edge of the prince’s bed, still wearing our mail shirts and coifs.

“No, please,” the prince examines our heavy raiment, “Remove the rest of your gear. I command it.”

Although we both know this is a terrible breach of the rules, my fellow guard and I undress. The prince watches our muscular bodies in the semi-darkness, and beckons us into his soft bed, something we’ve never dared imagine.

Snuggled between our two bodies, the prince soon sleeps, but we both remain awake and on guard, electrified by the strangeness of the situation, and by the prince’s soft small body, nearly naked, and so close between us.

Feeling suddenly daring, I reach out and stroke the prince’s cheek. My fellow guard sees, but does not stop me, as I caress his sleeping face. I run my fingers along his jaw, and trace his collarbone. I let my hand slide down to the hollow of his hip, and hear him moan.

I freeze, but the prince sleeps on, and I continue stroking. My fellow guard watches my boldness, wide-eyed, but soon he can’t resist following suit. Together, we caress our sleeping prince’s soft skin, listening to his quiet breathing.

By unspoken agreement, we gently part his legs, pulling his silken underclothes aside. I can tell my fellow guard has begun to touch himself, and I do the same, using one hand to stroke my cock as I gently touch the soft hair between the sleeping prince’s legs, stroking his swollen clit, and dipping a finger into the surprising wetness of his royal boycunt.

As I press my finger deeper inside him, the prince stirs, and I know I’ve made a grave error. Surely when he wakes he will order us both beheaded for our insolence, but I still can’t resist sliding another finger inside him, feeling him stir sleepily as his tight opening stretches and grows wetter around my probing fingers.

I decide suddenly that if I’m going to be executed tomorrow for besmirching the prince’s honor, I might as well enjoy myself now. My fellow guard seems to have reached the same conclusion, because he meets my eye and reaches over, covering the prince’s soft mouth with his calloused hand.

Seizing my chance, I shift to between the prince’s legs, tearing the delicate silk on his underclothes as I position the tip of my hard cock against the lips of his boycunt. He stirs again, waking now, and I press my cock inside him, holding his legs apart as I thrust deeply, enjoying his tightness.

The prince’s eyes snap open in surprise, and he tries to say something, but it’s muffled by the hand over his mouth. I don’t slow my thrusts, and although he twists and struggles beneath me, the two of us easily keep him pinned.

After a moment he relaxes around my cock, and begins to tentatively move his hips against me as I continue to fuck him. His hands grip the silken sheets, and I can feel his boycunt spasming around me.

The prince is shuddering with pleasure, no longer trying to conceal his enjoyment. His swollen clit throbs visibly, and my fellow guard eyes me enviously. We switch positions, and as he removes his hand from the prince’s mouth I shove my cock down his royal throat, holding him securely by the hair as the other guard begins to thrust.

It’s clear the prince has never sucked a cock before, but he takes up the task with desperate eagerness, sucking and licking his own juices from my cock as I pump in and out of his mouth. My fellow guard rubs the prince’s clit as he fucks him, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. I muffle his moan by forcing myself further down his throat, cumming hard and making him cough and choke as my cum floods his throat.

I pull my cock out of the prince’s mouth, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and swallow. But when tries to speak I force his torn, lacy underwear into his mouth, gagging him again. My fellow guard cums hard at the sight of the prince’s newest humiliation, pumping his load deep inside the prince’s wet and fertile boypussy.

By now my cock is aching again, and I pull the quivering prince onto my lap, sinking deep into his cum-slick hole. Holding his small wrists to keep him from moving, I bounce him on my cock, filling his boypussy with a second load.

Afterwards, I hold his highness still while my fellow guard stretches open his ass, and we both take another turn, passing him back and forth between us.

When our fellow guard enters the prince’s chamber just before dawn, he finds the prince tied to the bed, cum leaking from every hole.

“I always suspected our prince wasn’t as pure as he seems,” he says, sliding his cock into the prince’s eager mouth, “But I never guessed he’d make such a slutty little cumdump.”

“I think he’s going to be very obedient for us,” I say, stroking the prince’s soft hair. “Aren’t you, your highness?”

(TW: cnc, breeding)

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You live a soft life surrounded by every luxury, and your father and older brothers keep you protected from the world outside the palace. You’re so sheltered you barely even realize your kingdom is at war, although you’re vaguely aware that your brothers have been spending more time away fighting battles.

One day your eldest brother doesn’t come home, and your father tells you he’s been captured by a rival kingdom. Since he is the heir to the throne, your father and he counselors decide to try to negotiate a surrender, conditional on his safe return. But you overhear your other brothers whispering about the enemy’s barbaric treatment of prisoners, and the perverse torture they endure at the hands of their captors.

On the morning of the surrender, the enemy’s army rides into the city. Your father the king greets them in his great hall, and you stand beside your brothers, trying not to show fear as the enemy warriors approach.

Their warleader is a giant of a man, nearly eight feet tall, with buldging muscles and a twisted smile. With one of his massive hands, he shoves forward a captive, bound in heavy chains. Although badly beaten and missing his fine armor, you recognize your older brother.

“Alive and in one piece,” the giant booms, “I return him to you. Though I will require some small, ah, token, of the goodwill between our kingdoms.”

Your father visibly sags with relief, and motions two of his guards to help carry your brother from the hall.

“Whatever price you require for peace, we will pay it gladly,” your father proclaims, “Now that my heir is returned, I wish no further war between us.”

“I returned your son because he is your heir,” the giant says thoughtfully, “But I rather enjoyed having a prince to serve me. Perhaps you can offer me another of your sons, since you seem to have so many.”

Your father glances at you and your brothers nervously. “Certainly, yes,” he croaks, “Perhaps we can negotiate a role as an advisor, or.... or as a squire?”

The giant steps forward, menacingly. His eyes glint dangerously, and you realize suddenly that his men vastly outnumber your father’s guards.

“That wasn’t what I had in mind,” he says, smirking. And before you can react his huge hand darts out and grabs you by the jeweled collar of your shirt.

He yanks you forward off your feet, and you land on floor in front of him in an undignified sprawl. Your princely crown falls off, and rolls away across the stone floor.

When you look up, you see your father and brothers standing frozen in place, with enemy swords leveled against their throats. Your father’s guards are nowhere to be seen, and the giant laughs.

“Let me give you all a demonstration of the peace between our kingdoms,” he says, grabbing you by hair, “Your pathetic little princling here is about to find out that I’m not a diplomat. I’m a conqueror. And I take whatever I please.”

With his free hand he pulls out his cock, which is the largest you’ve ever seen, buldging with veins and already leaking precum. Still holding you by the hair, he easily forces your mouth open and thrusts his cock past your lips and down your throat.

You immediately begin to choke and gag, eyes streaming with tears as he roughly forces himself deeper into your throat, ruthlessly pumping. You struggle to free yourself from his iron grip, trying to catch the tiniest breath of air, your awareness narrowing. Distantly you can hear the jeers and laughter from his men, as your vision fades to black.

You awaken naked, draped facedown across your fathers throne, your ass and boypussy fully exposed. The air feels cool on your naked skin, and you flush with shame, realizing that the hall is packed with people, all watching your public humiliation. Enemy warriors guard your father and brothers, forcing them to watch as the conquering giant stands over you, stroking his huge cock.

The giant warleader examines your tight virgin holes, and you close your eyes with fear and humiliation as you feel the tip of his cock brush the lips of your boypussy. When he thrusts himself inside you can’t help but scream. It feels like he’s tearing you in half, and he continues thrusting, ignoring your screams and pleas for mercy as he stretches you open in front of the watching crowd.

Soon the giant’s thrusts settle into a steady rhythm, you feel yourself gradually adjusting to the feeling of his cock inside you. Although each stroke of his massive cock still sends a jolt through your delicate boycunt, you’re ashamed to feel a growing ache of pleasure mixed in with the pain and humiliation of the public fucking.

You roll your hips experimentally against his thrusting cock, and feel a wave of pleasure as your swollen clit grints against the throne beneath you. You struggle not to moan, reminding yourself that you’re being publicly raped and humiliated, but you can’t disguise your growing lust, and a muffled groan of pleasure escapes your lips. You brace yourself again the throne and begin to rock your hips in time with the giant’s pounding rhythm, whimpering with pleasure at each thrust of his cock.

The giant chuckles at your sudden desperation, and increases the speed of his thrusts, pumping his huge cock in and out of your slick boypussy even faster. Someone picks up your crown and places it back on your head, but you barely notice, lost in a whirlwind of lust and pleasure.

You’re begging now, begging for the giant to fuck your harder, deeper, faster, begging him to use your boypussy, to fill you up. You don’t care who’s watching, you don’t care that you used to be a prince, all the matters is the giant’s cock buried inside you.

When he finally cums, he growls with pleasure, his throbbing cock flooding your boypussy with burst after burst of his seed. You’re too delirious with lust to move, you just slump forward limply across the throne, feeling his cum dripping out of your stretched and ruined hole and down your trembling legs.

Laughing, the giant picks you up easily under one arm, and carries you from the hall, past the stunned faces of your father and brothers.

(TW: breeding, noncon, monster/fucking, pregnancy mention)

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The mountains here are rocky and treacherous. Sharp peaks jut upward like broken teeth, and the valleys hidden between them are deep, twisted, and shadowy. The Knight is an experienced tracker, but he is slowed by the difficult terrain. His quarry has no such difficulties, the dragon flies carelessly over cliffs and crevasses, pausing only to shoot an occasional gout of flame into the forest below him. But the Knight tracks him by the burnt trees, and continues his pursuit undeterred.

Perhaps calling him “the Knight” is not quite accurate. It’s true, he was knighted once, many years ago. He was a young man then, a mercenary, when he knelt in a muddy field, surrounded by corpses and swore a bloody oath. But he serves no king, carries no banner. He’s just a hunter now, riding doggedly over rough ground, seeking the dragon in its lair.

When the Knight smells the sulfur and ozone of the dragon’s breath, he knows he’s close.

Leaving his horse in a valley, he continues on foot. He doesn’t bother with metal armor or mail, the dragon’s fire would only heat it around him. Instead he wears studded leather, and covers his face against the smoke. He carries a reinforced spear, a crossbow, and an ax, which he uses to steady himself as he climbs the rocky cliff.

The dragon doesn’t hear his stealthy approach, doesn’t expect danger to arrive on foot. Typical dragon arrogance, it’s almost predictable. The Knight has slain dragons before, and he’s still quick as lightning. He feints with his ax, ducks under a burst of flame, and plunges the tip of his spear into the hollow of the dragon’s throat with all his strength behind it. The dragon thrashes and spews flame, but the Knight holds his ground against its death throes, and clambers over its enormous body into the mouth of the cave.

The last three dragons he has slain have all been young, or new to the area, and their hoards of treasure were small. This dragon, though still young, has been a busy plunderer. The Knight steps across loose piles of gold and silver coins. Gilded armor, golden chalices, and glinting gemstones are heaped against the walls.

The Knight hears a faint sound ahead, and pauses to arm his crossbow. In the furthest part of the cave, where the shadows are deepest, a slender man is slumped against the cave wall, bound in thin golden chains.

The man is naked, with soft smooth skin and a handsome body, though he seems weak and somehow dazed. As the Knight approaches the younger man whimpers, but he instinctively opens his legs, revealing a slick cunt, still gaping open and dripping with the dragon’s seed.

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Before the dragon took you, you used to be a prince. You dressed in exquisite clothes, rode fine horses, and wore a jeweled crown. Everyone who saw you marveled at your beauty. You were the hope of your kingdom, and beloved by all.

You were out riding the one day when the dragon spotted you and plucked you from your horse with its talons. It carried you away through the air to this remote cave in the mountains.

In the cave, the dragon stripped you of your clothes, casting your cloth-of-gold cape and jeweled mail on its glinting piles of treasure. You were certain it had only wanted your raiment for its treasure hoard, and feared it was about to kill you.

When the dragon pinned you to the cave floor and you felt it’s massive, scaley cock pressed against you, you wished it had killed you. But instead it forced your legs apart, and buried its cock inside your virgin boycunt.

The dragon’s cock was huge and sharply spiked, with scales that dug into your flesh as your tried to twist away. Worse still, it was HOT, each thrust burning against your sensitive skin, as the dragon forced itself deeper inside you, stretching you open.

You screamed and struggled, but the dragon fucked you roughly, mercilessly thrusting, ignoring the tears pouring down your face as it enjoyed the tightness of your throbbing boycunt. Finally the dragon gave a deep thrust of its scaley cock and you felt its hot cum flood you, filling you with nearly a gallon of its seed, which continued to pour out of your ruined hole, long after the dragon has removed its cock.

The dragon chained you to the cave wall, still completely naked. It ignored you, except when it wanted to breed. Your boycunt soon becomes accustomed to being stretched around the dragon’s huge cock, and you’re so used to being full of the dragon’s cum that it’s starts to feel strange whenever your boycunt is empty. Before long you’re begging the dragon to to fill you with it’s cock and leave you pumped full of cum. You’re always horny now, your boycunt slick and needy with the desire to be bred again and again, and nothing feels quite so good as when the dragon forces its cock back inside you again.

When the Knight finds you, you haven’t seen another human in months. His face is covered, but he stands over you, and you know he must want something. Instinctively, you spread your legs. Your boycunt is still swollen and leaking from your most recent breeding, but it’s the only thing you have left to offer him.

He kneels between your legs, curiously dipping a finger into the dragon cum that’s dripping out from between your spread legs.

“You’re a prince, aren’t you?” His voice is deep and rough, almost a growl. “I’ve seen a drawing of you before....the lost prince...”

It takes you a moment to find your voice, it’s been so long since you used it for anything other than begging for the dragon’s cock.

“Y-yes,” you say, weakly. “I was.... I was a prince...once..”

“Your father has offered half the kingdom to the man who finds you,” the Knight says thoughtfully. “The other half will of course be yours someday, yours or your husband’s...”

“Is that why you came to rescue me?”

The Knight laughs, it’s a cruel, sarcastic laugh, almost a bark. “No, Your Highness. I came here looking for treasure. But I think I’ve found something better.”

He slides one hand between your legs, tracing his fingers lightly across your swollen clit, making you shiver with pleasure. His other hand goes to his cock, and he begins to stroke himself, watching your face as he teases your clit and tests the wetness of your pussy, pushing two fingers inside you, curling them back against your g-spot.

“Please...” you whimper, grinding your needy cunt against his probing fingers. “Please fuck me...please...”

When you begged the dragon it had never understood you, or never bothered to care. But the Knight’s eyes glint in the darkness and he positions himself between your legs, pressing his cock to your slick entrance.

By human standards his cock is enormous, though modest compared to the dragon’s girth. Nevertheless, you are already swollen and sensitive, and when he thrusts inside you wail with pain and pleasure.

The Knight pumps his cock in and out with a steady rhythm, allowing you so become comfortable before he picks up speed. His thrusts become fast, deep, and rough, jerking you against the golden chains that bind you.

You feel your pleasure building quickly, and you grind yourself against him, meeting the thrusts of his hips with your own movement. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“What do you want, Your Highness?” He growls.

“Please!!!” You scream, “Please don’t stop, please!! Please, breed me!!! Breed m—aAAAA!”

As your climax overtakes you, you feel a his cum burst forth inside you. He pulls back, and leaves you dangling from the chains, dripping cum, boycunt still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He scours the cave, filling a bag with the most valuable pieces of treasure, then comes back and stands over you.

“Listen closely, my prince.” He says. “I’m taking you back to your father. He will reward me with half his kingdom. But it’s a long journey, and by the time we arrive, I will have made certain you are carrying my child, do you understand?”

You nod, and he continues.

“We will be wed, and I will control your half of the kingdom as well as my own.” He pauses, meeting your eyes. “I doubt you’ll get a better offer from the next rescuer, assuming someone else even comes. Do you accept?”

You nod again, already imagining the journey home. He unchains your arms and legs, but leaves a loop of chain around your neck, which he pulls like a leash, dragging you, naked and stumbling, behind him, cum still dripping out of your boycunt and down your thighs.