Sleepy Princess

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#Princess Snacks - posts involving feedism

No, it wasn't until the third day in a row, when we passed through the garden that I noticed. You walked at a gallant pace, and in the middle of the palace gazebo there it was. A tea set. Pastries. "My princess, do your legs ache? Let us reprieve in the shade.” Your hand was shaking just that little bit, that nervous thumb twitch that I've come to recognize in the years since. Thats when I realized that you hadn't been assigned to me. You volunteered. "The maid's must have seen us leave for a stroll, my lady." It was bold of a knight to lie to royalty. I know you thought you were slick, and I played into it. I knew you had snuck off to place my favorite teas in front of me. You "tested it for poison," but oh no "there was only one cup" Don't think I forgot where your lips touched. That you pointed that side of the saucer towards me. You've never been a sly one, my knight. I caught your reddening of the cheeks when my lips touched where yours had. No without that damn helmet in the way, your face has always been so easy to read, my charge. You’ve been known for a long while. You think I didn't hear my maids gossip, you think I didn't hear from my chef that you had asked of my favorite snacks?

I let you dote on me all these years, charge. Every time there was an 'impromptu tea' every time there was a time for you to lead the way, every time you stared at my lips, every time that gauntlet grazed my shoulder or my hand. "Which is why you find yourself here," I look down towards my rug. "You've always been devoted to me haven't you?" And you tense ever so sheepishly. "That’s Why you find yourself on your knees huh, ser knight?" And your thumb twitches. I know I have you, and a smile leaks across from my face. A crack in a royal facade. One that seeps and seeps and seeps, until you see possibly the first true grin I have cracked. Not a smile for politics, or a polite hello. You shiver. "You look so timid," I reach down from my chair, and stroke your exposed cheek. "Say it, say you're devoted to me. Not just your knight's oath - if you mean it of course."

You take a beat. With bated breath I watch you expel yours. It's more than just your thumb, your entire hand is shaking. Then you reach forward, and hold onto my calf, if to balance yourself like the time you leaned on your blade, wounded. "I... I swear to you my liege... that I have you in my heart, but I am ju-" "Then you have me, ser knight." I've never felt sore in the cheeks before. "I'm yours~" I hike my skirt, revealing the thighs youve thickened with every midday tea you've set. From every pastry you had made, that you learned to make. From every fine establishment you suggested. You're the reason im the lap of luxury.

And into the lap of luxury you dive, spreading me open in directions I had never once been split. You expose your breasts and together we doff my damned corset until I roll out into comfort. You hold my hand, and you kiss up my sides. "May I?" you sounded timid, but resolute.

"You may," I whisper, feeling your hand slide down, catching on every soft patch that you helped create. And when you feel the top of my garter, you ask again. I respond in same, each word more statically charged than the last. And when those calloused hands touch me, where you have no doubt dreamt of touching me, I see you slack your jaw. "Let me prove my devotion further," you grab the round of my ass with one hand and bring your lips further between my legs. "May I?"