Non con fantasy where a princess, tired of her knight's chivalrous rejections, decides to simply drug them and take what she wants
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Non con fantasy where a princess, tired of her knight's chivalrous rejections, decides to simply drug them and take what she wants

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hudson: beach trip today?
hudson: or anything that involves you being half or full naked.
❝ YOU REALLY THINK you can trespass on my kingdom’s borders and get away with it ? ❞ back is turned ; blood red dress just kissing the floor of the throne room . far away look in eyes ; the princess will CONTINUE to speak , hands linked behind her back . even in the heels ; she’s too small , too small to hold this power in her hands .
even the guards look nervous ; an execution in the throne room hasn’t happened in a while , and one of them looks towards the weapon next to the king’s throne and shivers , before attention turns forward once more . ❝ as a matter of fact , i should throw you in a HOLDING CELL to rot and wait until your superior officer comes to collect you . ❞
a frown comes to her LIPS , as hands fall to her side ; clenching into small fists . ❝ or have you beheaded . father would more than approve of that , i believe . ❞ she sighs , closing her eyes , oh , mother , father , why did you have to leave her here alone ? bubbling disdain in her body , let her grab the claymore that rests next to her father’s stone , and in her FURY never look at him , but let the claymore scratch the marble floor as she approaches the SPY (!?) . the two guards next to her stiffen but never move from their spots
❝ STATE YOUR REASON for being here ; if you are to endanger my people , i’ll kill you my--- ❞ monika hasn’t raised the weapon , but is frozen , as jade eyes linger on soft features of the tresspasser , lips parting slightly . SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT !
@frgtmenct !
she had been silent all day, her mind racing with thoughts that pulled her so many different ways. her father had never been the BEST to her ( at least, not since losing her mother ) but he was still her FATHER. he was still the only real family she had left. she hadn’t told theo yet, afraid that her words may come off as too cold if she didn’t treat the subject delicately enough. but she was sure it was obvious, the way she buried herself within his arms and rested her head against his chest, not speaking and not making an effort to push things forward. she didn’t have herself put together today ( not to the standards of what the soon-to-be queen should look like. ) hair a mess of waves, still in her night gown from the previous night —— it was obvious she was distracted. finally, she had to break the silence, knowing it was BETTER for them if she did. ❝ theo, ❞ she muttered quietly, body stirring within his arms as they laid together. ❝ what if i can’t do this? what if i can’t be the queen that everyone’s expecting me to be? ❞ she SKIPPED the big news ——- that her father was deathly ill. she didn’t know how to talk about that yet, but it was clear there was more to this.
🦎 °.・ @nctafailure.

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thief slipping into the crowned prince’s room late at night, armed with a knife and a sleeping draught and a scheme to steal a small fortune. the knife was just in case— it just a dab on his lips would be enough, the merchant had told them, to quieten the most fitful sleeps and enable the mind and body to rest. they hadn’t shared what it was truly for, of course
the plan was to sneak in unnoticed, drug the pampered royal, and take their pick of jewels, gold, fine clothing…. yet when they spied the prince sleeping rather naked in their silken sheets, the thief couldn’t help but want to take a little more. tempted by the sight of him unknowing and helpless, fingers itching to touch rather than steal
enjoying his soft subdued groans of pleasure. his flushed skin. the almost pathetic whimpers and incoherent begging that slip through his induced slumber as the thief takes their pleasure. maybe they even wear one of the crowns as they ride his royal cock, just for their own amusement
Y'know those posts you made about the thief and the prince? What if the draught doesn't actually work on the prince and he's just faking, having a good time?
referencing this story
The prince had been pretending to sleep for the last hour or so, forcing himself to lie still and silent, waiting. His eyes were closed just in case. The thief was impressively deft and quiet, and sometimes there was no warning of their arrival at all. He refused to lose out on this experience by getting caught, waiting to be ravished. He was lying on his back, cock already half hard under the covers, blushing to think he had trained himself to sleep this way to keep it accessible to his night time visitor.
Despite lying back comfortably, eyes closed, the thrum of excitement under his skin kept him from falling asleep. And when he finally heard the slither of a rope and gentle landing of feet, he marshaled himself to remain undetected. The thief had climbed in through his window as they often did, sweeping over to delicately dab an earthy, sweet liquid on his lips. He had to suppress the urge to lick the thief's fingertip, draw it between his teeth and suck on it. After months of use, it seemed the drug worked less effectively every time. Perhaps the prince had built up an immunity, because it merely filled his mind with a pleasantly hazy, misty feeling that made everything slow and heavy. Truly it just helped sell the illusion that he was asleep while the thief did their best to break his brain.
They had clearly noticed the stiffness of the prince's tool, because they chuckled as they ran a finger along its length. They murmured something throatily, too guttural to be heard, but the sound of it affected him all the same. His cock throbbed, and he heard them laugh again. Then the blanket was bunched up around his hips and he shivered lightly at the sudden cold air. The sudden warmth of a welcoming throat made him so dizzy, he felt on the verge of completely passing out. The thief moaned around him, then pulled off with a deviously wet sound, whispering "my pampered prince" directly to his cock.
It took all his restraint to keep his responses muted, even with the drugging. The combination of the thief's clear enjoyment and their degrading, objectifying words was heady. They mused aloud how the sweet, pure, prized prince was secretly a sex toy of the most luxurious kind, free for the taking really. Their hands gripped him in various places as they straddled his hips, guiding his cock into an impossibly tight, hot, wet hole. The moan that escaped his lips felt as though it had been squeezed from low in his belly-- impossible to contain. They stilled for a moment, panting and suspicious, then leaned away.
For a brief moment the prince worried they might leave, but then he felt a hasty drop of potion spread across his lips. And then the thief's agile fingers slipped inside his mouth to rub the magic directly on his tongue. He felt himself sink deeper into the magical haze, like his elegant bed were made of clouds. Their hand stayed on his face, with two fingers in his mouth, playing with his lips and tongue.
Then the thief is riding him. He looks through the lashes of his heavy eyelids, almost unable to sneak a peek at all. They must have picked up one of his many decorative crowns at some point, because a gold halo encircled their head, made molten by the firelight. Surely they thought the ornamental piece to be a frivolous, wasteful, obscene thing. The prince enjoyed the careless disregard for his belongings and his rank. The thief had no concern for propriety, let alone hierarchy. They scoffed at deference, openly treated him like a pretty piece of meat.
"Your Majesty," they crooned sounding close, "I believe this is the most use you have been to anyone in a long time."