But it doesn't mean the prince can't touch. He'll brush a hand against their arm any time he passes them, coax them far too close when he needs to say something, tell them to stand and watch over him as he changes and bathes for extra protection, keeping eye contact as he steps into his bath, bare and beautiful, but infuriatingly untouchable.

When the knight has had enough and they can't take the teasing any longer, they'd hatch a plan. They'd beg the prince for just one night, just one, and they'd let it go. It was all they needed. Amused, the prince would agree, but tell them they get only one night.

The knight would be called into the prince's rooms that night, and find the prince lounging in bed. He'd stand and ask them to help him undress, and they'd pull off the prince's silk clothes with trembling, nervous hands, dragging their fingers against his soft skin in wonder. They'd ask for permission to touch him properly, and he'd allow it with a laugh, spreading his legs and coaxing them closer.

The knight would take such care of their prince, mouth slow, fingers gentle, right up until they've got him sunk on their strap. Then their calloused hands would dig into his hips, their thrusts suddenly much faster, his gasps and moans at their chance in pace making them even more desperate. They'd press his face into his pillows, keep him in place, fucking him into the sheets, far rougher than a prince should be handled, but they can't find it in them to worry. If this was the only night they fully planned to take it, and use their prince like the precious prize he was.

And they aren't going to stop when it's so clear the prince loves it. They've watched him for so long, they know what he likes. His face is wet with tears and his fingers fist the sheets but he's begging them for more, back arching when they give it to him. He trembles at their touch, but he never tells them to stop so they use him till they're both too worn out to move.

When morning comes, the knight will assume their usual position, only to find out the prince has changed his mind. He tells them that he wants them every night, that he's craving their touch. But they'd just smile and tell him they only agreed to one night and that's all he's going to get. It's not their fault the prince underestimated them.

But they know he's not going to be able to get off alone after their night together and no one else was going to make him forget. He'd be desperately wanting their touch, the same way the knight had for so long.

The princess wouldn't know what was happening when she was traded away for peace with another kingdom. She'd beg her kingdom not to let it happen, but she'd be carted away to her new life, betrothed to a vile king far away.

But, on the way, the carriage would be attacked by orcs. When they spotted her, pretty and soft and not as scared as everyone else, they'd make a deal. If she went with them, they'd be nice and spare everyone else. Living with the orcs is a better fate than where she was going, and she would agree, letting them take her deep into the woods to their king.

She'd be brought to his palace, pushed to her knees before his throne, his subjects in the audience behind her. Her eyes would go wide at the sight of the massive orc king, wide and thick with muscle, large thighs spread, body adorned in jewels and finery, gaze watchful as he studied her.

She'd beg his mercy, tell him she'd do anything not to be returned to her fate. Say that she wished to stay there, that she wouldn't be a bother.

He'd agree easily, tell her that she's more than welcome to stay, but if she's going to live among them, everyone would need to know that she belongs to him. And what better way to do so than making sure everyone sees him claim her?

They know, the first time, that the thought of their bite turns you on, but you didn't expect the bite itself to feel like that. Filling your body with a restless, desperate need for pleasure, and you'd beg them to fuck and bite you again.

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.

Thinking about being a scientist’s assistant, and, after recovering from our last monster research, they tell me we’re going on another trip, this time to study a giant sea monster. 

I’d know what to expect this time, and when they tell me to check the bag at my feet, I’d find an even bigger toy than last time to prep myself with.

By the time we get to a private beach house, one looking out at the sea, I’m trembling, a mess in the backseat, but stretched and ready for what they need. My scientist would smile and tell me to keep going while they got things ready, and I’d obey. 

When they finally brought me out of the car, they’d take me to the beach, where they’d have laid out a large blanket right off the edge off the water for me, with stakes in the ground to cuff my arms and legs to. My breath would hitch at the sight, suddenly unsure, but they’d assure me they would make sure everything was all right. 

I’d lay still and obedient as they tied me down, stripping off my clothes, spreading my legs wide as they explain the point of the research, that they want to see what it takes to summon the monster, want to see how it interacts, it’s level of understanding, and, of course, how it mates. 

They’d assure me, as they’re giving me something to drink to boost my stamina, that they’ll keep an eye on me and make sure I’m safe, and that they’ll watch how much I enjoy it. 

I don’t see how they get the monster there, but I hear the water as a giant creature surfaces. 

I’d gasp when I felt thick tentacles creeping up my legs, curiously exploring, they’d wrap around my ankles, my thighs, my waist, three, four, more and more touching till I can’t tell how many there are, but I know it's enough that I'm helpless against it.

He's given a knight to keep an eye on him, but even that doesn't stop him from sneaking off before important meetings and causing scandals just because he feels like it.

Finally, the knight decides it's not worth his job to let it keep happening. He corners the prince, gets him alone in his room, and tells him to behave or he's not going to like the consequences.

He's been nothing but sweet before that, so of course the prince wouldn't take him seriously, spitting curses at him and telling him there's nothing he could do, not to a prince.

Little did he know, the knight had been watching him long enough to know exactly what to do to get him to behave. He'd shove him down to his knees, fist tight in his hair, tell him to be quiet and listen. The sudden rough treatment would leave the prince dumbfounded, and he'd find himself obeying, sinking to his knees.

When they say that they think it'll help if they tie me down I'll say yes, of course. When they tell me they have something a bit unconventional they want to try I'd agree wholeheartedly. I'd let their sweet words wash over me, their gentle touch as they lock me in place nothing but soothing. It wouldn't be until I'm getting pinned down by a giant beast they've had chained up in their lab, it's huge cock pressing into me to fuck me hard, that I would realize this maybe isn't for my benefit.

The marriage would be short and sweet, binding our kingdoms together, and I’d wonder if that was it, maybe a little disappointed it wasn’t more. Up until I’m brought to the throne room instead of our shared room afterwards.

At least a hundred orcs would be inside, watching me as I made my way up to the king, my new husband. There would only be one throne, and when I asked where I’m to sit, he’d tell me my seat is on his lap.

I’d understand, then, what he intended to do. And I’d surprise us both when I sink down on his lap, rubbing against his cock, which has already started to harden at the sight of me.

He’d strip me of my wedding clothes by ripping them off me, promising he can get it replaced, he needs to see and touch me now.

He’d flip me around and spread my legs so everyone can see how much I want him, press his thick fingers into me and let my moans echo through the room.

He wouldn’t waste much time with his fingers—we both know what the crowd really wants to see. Still, he’d finger me till I’m shaking with my release, gasping and pleading for more, and he'd give it to me.

With big hands, he’d spin me around and position me over his throne, easily bending me over and holding me in place to push into me.

He’d start off slow, taking his time, but quickly deciding to speed it up when I moan loud at a rough thrust. He’d fuck me hard, laughing when I rocked back against him, desperate for more.

When he’d remind me of our audience, that our subjects are watching him defile me over his throne, I’d gasp, but he wouldn’t let me hide, instead pulling out of me to settle in the throne and pull me down into his lap, sinking me back onto his cock, letting them all watch as he uses me like I’m nothing more than a toy.