#midcinrequestbystarlitforbyron

With nosebleeds

Byron: Unacceptable. Indeed, immediate punishment is needed. Securing your wrists and ankles to the bedposts after stripping you nude, he runs the tip of his tongue and fingers all over your body, giving extra attention to your nipples and clit. Just when you’re about to go over the edge, me moves on to the next area. This torture will go on for sometime, only until he can no longer hold back from watching you writhe. After that, maybe he’ll considering giving you a reward for behavior.

Leo: Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he pats his lap. You know exactly what’s to come as you lie on his lap: the perfect punishment for bad girls. Pulling up the fabric of your dress over your head and your panties down to your knees, he proceeds to spank your ass just hard enough to watch it jiggle. It doesn’t take much to feel how moist you’re becoming. While you’re vulnerable, he decides to insert two fingers, pumping them as deep as he can go. More spanks are given each time you try to get up.

Giles: Princesses must be appropriately punished for naughty behavior. To give the proper punishment, he needs to know exactly what you’ve done. Of course, you won’t say. Pinning you down on the bed, he inserts himself slowly. Each time he asks and gets no answer, he thrusts hard and either pinches your nipples or bites your neck. The moans from your lips tickles his fancy as he forgets to keep asking. His thrusts become continuous as his teeth and fingertips explore your skin.

Her ragged breath filled the room as her hands hastily worked the buttons of her King’s shirt. Trembling with each push and pull of her fingers, his desperate kisses demanded all of her attention.

His hands were busy as well, pulling the ties of her ribbons loose and yanking pieces of clothing off her body, ecstasy flaring inside in each time she yelped. With his shirt finally loose, he could feel the air cool the sweat beading his back.

“Byron-!” she gasped, wrapping her arms around him, pulling herself close to him. Hungry for her taste, he nibbled on her bottom lip as he leaned into her, feeling her bare breasts press against him. Lifting her into his arms, he set her down in the edge of his desk, her supple legs dangling on either side of his hips.

“Hold onto me,” he growled, his teeth grazing her ear as his tongue flicked her dangling earring. Following his demands, she dug her fingers into the meat of his shoulders, keeping him close.

“My love,” her breathy whispers licked the skin of his chest as she called out to him. Shivers crawled up his spine as he felt her legs wrapping around him. “Happy birthday.”

Creeping through the dimly lit corridors, King Byron peeked inside every room along the way. The sun bid its farewell hours ago, and his Queen had yet to be seen.

‘Where could she be?’

At last, he reached the library. Flickering candlelight seeped through the small opening near the bottom of the door. As a successful smile graced his lips, he pushed open the door.

Surrounded by towers of books, the Queen sat at a large oak table, using the small candle as her only means of light.

Closing the distance between them, he called out to her, “My love, is this where you’ve been all this time?”

No answer. As he approached, he noticed her face was planted in an open book with eyes sealed shut. Her sleeping breath teased the tiny flame of her candle.

Stifling a chuckle, Byron gently lifted her out of the chair, scooping her into his arms. Her face instantly nuzzled into his neck, her breath tickling his skin.