with pleasure, my lord

I’ll be posting my own nsft writing, as well as reblog posts that I find appealing

More about me:

a masculine presenting nonbinary person

a switch between a service top and a power bottom

bisexual, here to pleasure anyone who deems me worthy

Kinks:

royalty/regency, especially prince/knight

praise kink

overstimulation

light bondage

edging

The lord and the lady take you in and make sure that you have everything you need. The old laws of hospitality are sacred in this house, they tell you as you eat your dinner, the most delicate of meats paired with the most flavorful of wines.

Soon, a pleasant buzz fills your head, making your eyelids heavy and your heart light, so much so that you hardly notice that your hosts have hardly taken a bite. You see them exchange glances. A proposition is extended. Consent is freely given.

Later, among the luxurious silks of the master bedroom, you’re so focused on pleasuring the lady that you hardly notice the sheets rustling and a vial being opened until you feel oiled fingers massaging your entrance, slowly finding their way inside. You moan against the lady’s clit and she gasps, her fingers entangling themselves in your hair to bring your face even closer. You resume your efforts as the lord slowly works you open, pliant under his touch. After what feels like an eternity, you feel his cock teasing your entrance, just enough to make you moan. The lord hums, amused at your neediness until finally, finally he pushes in. Eventually, you fall into a steady rhythm, his cock hitting something inside you that makes you whimper.

And just as the heat at the bottom of your stomach starts to unravel, he leans over you, enveloping your silhouette in his. You feel a flash of pain as his teeth break the skin at the crook of your neck but it’s then when your orgasm sweeps over you, turning the pain into the sweetest pleasure. You feel your body relax into it, mind sky high as your hosts both give and take in a well practiced dance.

They do not leave you unattended after. You feel satisfied, spent, too weak to stand on your own two feet. They offer you drink and allow you to doze off in their embrace until the sun climbs high in the sky. It is time for you to go.

A few nights later, he tied you to the head of his royal bed. The knot wasn’t tight, nor the silken bounds too rough on your skin and if you wanted to, you could easily set yourself free, but both of you knew it was about something else.

You’re always so impatient, my dear knight. So quick to act, to chase your own release. Let me show you how to savor it.

Now, open your legs.

You obey, reluctantly, suddenly feeling exposed at his mercy.

Now, don’t be shy. Nothing I haven’t seen before.

You can’t help but blush at that. You’re used to giving, but receiving is new. Uneasy. Exciting. Under his gaze, you melt into a paddle of need.

Now, my knight, there’s but one thing missing from your attire.

He reaches for a small, mahogany box and opens it, revealing a luxurious velvet interior and something else. The object is small and made out of shiny metal, its shape leaving no room for speculation about its purpose.

I expect you to wear it throughout the entire ceremony. If you do, I shall reward you when we retire for the night. However, from what I know about men’s sensibilities, you’ll find this experience a reward in and of itself. Now, bend over the bed for me.

And so you do, pulling down your breeches just enough for him to be able to reach your entrance and lowering yourself onto the silk bed sheets. Your face grows hot as he approaches from behind, admiring. You feel exposed like this, at your prince’s mercy.

He takes his time, slowly coaxing you open with his long, slender fingers, brushing against your prostate every now and then, just enough to leave you begging for more. The plug sinks into your opening milimiter by milimiter until it finally slides in fully, a snug but comfortable fit.

As you stand up, a small gasp escapes your lips as you feel it brush against your most sensitive spot. The prince notices and moves in closer, palming your already hard cock in what you know is a promise.

You can’t help but stare at the prince in awe. He’s sitting on a fine wooden chair, his frame naked if not for the heavy fur overcoat draped over his arms. He smirks, parting his legs slowly, confident in his beauty. You swallow, hard, and he cocks an eyebrow at your expression. You shift slightly on your feet, feeling yourself grow hard in your breeches.

Does the sight of me please you, my knight? If you wish, you may come closer.