Bed Servant
Prince Roland
Buck
Prince Roland
"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."
Buck
"tsk. Seems a bit scrawny, if you ask me." a softer voice comes from the left side of the king, partially obscured behind a feather fan. The figure lowers it enough to look over the soft feathers, her half-lidded eyes gazing down with a mix of curiosity and disgust at the prince on the ground before her.. then stands from her throne. She is a young woman with pale blonde hair and icy eyes, donned in a lavish dress in the colors of the conquering kingdom. She steps down the stairs until she is in front of the slave prince, reaching her hand down to cup his chin, tilting it upwards towards her to inspect him through his muzzle, tilting his chin from side to side inquisitively.*
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland winced as the woman reached out to him, her hand felt cold, and he shuddered involuntarily from the contact. He tried to lean back from her touch instinctually due to his years of abuse that made every touch feel like a torment. The muzzle made it hard for him to speak, but he steeled himself to do so." I am here to serve you, your Highness. "He winced again as he spoke, even his voice barely above a whisper due to his throat being conditioned by constant shouting over wind, rain and battle cries. Roland looked up at her with eyes that were wary and unsure. He couldn't help but wonder what fate she had in store for him."
Buck
"Her cold, delicate fingers ran over the bruises on his cheeks and down over his neck, a thumb hooking through a hole in his muzzle to press lightly on his lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth. She slid her tongue inside, pressing lightly on his tongue as her icy blue gaze met his own. She tilted her head slightly, crouched in front of him, her delicate thumb perched lightly against his bloodied tongue." what emotions are you feeling, disgraced prince? "her words were soft, but her eyes never left his own." tell me. Now.
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland resisted the urge to shy away as the woman's fingers roamed over his bruised face and slid into his mouth. He gagged slightly at the taste of blood in his mouth and his throat constricted from the feeling of being violated." Fear, your highness. "He stuttered the words out unsteadily, the confession feeling like a betrayal of his pride as a knight and prince that he once was. He couldn't tell whether this was simply part of the new dynamics forced upon him or if he was being tested in some way."
Buck
"The princess' mouth lifted in a small smile, and she carefully slid her thumb across his tongue, across his lip, and ran the saliva-covered digit across his defined cheekbone." I appreciate your honesty. A coward would have told me awe, or perhaps joy at being sat before the princess. Lies. "she sighed softly, removing her hand from his muzzle and instead letting her delicate fingers move through his still-damp hair from the bath, long from the weeks of being locked away." What do you fear, sweet Roland? "her eyes met his own again."
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland shivered slightly at the princess's touch, her fingers running through his damp hair. He could feel himself beginning to tremble as he struggled to find words to answer her question." I fear the unknown, Your Highness. The future is uncertain and my fate now lies in the hands of my captors. "His voice trailed off into a soft whine as he tried to keep himself steady, but found himself trembling even harder."
Buck
"She murmured softly, her arms opening and wrapping around the prince as his voice pitched into a soft whine, holding his trembling body as she buried her head against his shoulder, the cold muzzle pressed against her pale skin." shhh, prince, don't cry... you were just following orders, weren't you. "she whispered into his ear." you did nothing wrong. Your kingdom was going to fall no matter what you did. It's not your fault. "she pulled back enough to cup his muzzled cheeks in her hands, then glanced back towards her father, the king, with a small nod." Thank you for such a gift, father. I am going to take him to my chambers, allow him to settle in.
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland found some comfort in the princess's words and gentle embrace, the warmth of her hold contrasting with the coldness of his own skin. He looked at her, grateful for her kindness and understanding." Thank you, Your Highness. "He couldn't help but feel a small spark of hope, maybe he could find solace within the palace walls, under the care of Princess's guidance." I'll follow you to your quarters then, Your Highness.
Buck
"She carefully rose, bowing to her father the king and speaking withe the guards briefly, who gave the prince a final rough handling before giving the princess his leash. She led him on his hands and knees out of the throne room, her heels clicking on the floor as they made their way through the vaulted marble hallways." I'm sure this is all familiar to you, roland. "the princess mused, looking around." this used to be your palace, after all. It is now your privilege to remain living within it, as a bed servant. "she guided him to a thick oaken door, a guard opening it up and she walked inside with the prince in tow."
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland crawled beside the princess on his hands and knees, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He listened to her words carefully and kept his eyes downcast before looking up at the room they entered. It was lushly furnished, adorned with beautiful tapestries, and exquisite marble floors. He swallowed hard before nodding softly in acknowledgment." Thank you, Your Highness. This is a... privilege indeed. I will do my best to serve you to the best of my abilities. "He bowed his head respectfully."
Buck
"The princess guided him into the room, over to the bed and had him get up on it, letting him sit as she carefully undid his leash and unstrapped the muzzle from his mouth. She slipped it off of him, looking down at the prince approvingly." so polite. Very princely of you, Roland. "she purred, lifting his chin up and smiling down at him. She allowed him to wait on the bed as she went into the closet, changing into a much simpler gown and stockings, which she got up into the bed with and rested back against the pillows." Due to your previous status as the prince of this nation, my father believed it would be beneficial to keep you alive as a symbol of goodwill to the citizens that still protest the new rule. You will remain as my servant, though the outside world may be told that we have been wed as a sign of goodwill between the new and old kings of this nation.
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland felt a jolt run through him as the princess lifted his chin up, his green eyes meeting hers and feeling conflicted by her words. He wanted to rebel, lash out against the idea of being kept as a symbol, but he stayed silent, knowing that any slip-up could result in worse consequences." I understand, Your Highness. I will do my part to uphold this facade. Thank you for sparing my life. "He shifted slightly on the bed, feeling uncomfortable with the reality of the situation."
Buck
"her cold blue eyes met his own and she smiled lightly." do not thank me just yet. You are still my servant, my slave, my property to do with as I please, no matter what the newspapers read. And it is my duty to make you the perfect bed servant for a member of the royal family. "she places a hand on Roland's chest, pressing him back against the pillows. She gazed down at him, finding his other hand and placing it on her breast, letting his fingers spread across the soft mass." let yourself revel in the chance to touch the body of King Elmrend's only daughter, Roland.
Prince Roland
"Roland's breath hitched at the sudden touch, his hand frozen on her breast. He knew that this was not a choice he had made of his own free will, but the desire, as a man, to touch a woman’s body still beat in a very individual place within him. Yet he couldn't bring himself to be excited or to get lost in the moment, knowing fully that his current situation was not because of lust, but rather a consequence of defeat." As you wish, Your Highness. I am your servant and will fulfill any request you may have of me.
Buck
"She shifted over onto him, straddling his lap, her warm body pressed up against his own. She lifted a hand to his head, cupping the back of his hair and running through it as she leaned in against him, her breath warm on his lips." don't speak lies to me prince. Tell me your thoughts, your feelings.. don't shy away from them, embrace them~ speak your mind, prince.
Prince Roland
"Roland remained stiff under the princess, his eyes meeting hers, unsure of how to gauge her intentions. He knew that he had to be careful with what he said, for anything that could be perceived as negative or rebellious could result in further punishment." I...I am afraid, Your Highness. I am afraid of what comes next for me, of what my future might hold. And...I am angry, at myself and at those who put me in this situation. But above all, I am...lost. I feel like a son without his parents, a knight without a liege, a prince without a kingdom. "His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, unable to hold back the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him."
Buck
"her eyes held his own, her fingers running through his hair as his words washed over her. She did not speak, only laced her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Her body was surprisingly warm and delightfully soft despite her cold hands, and her embrace, despite the circumstances, felt gentle and consoling." My lost little prince.. "she murmured against his ear." .. those emotions are difficult. Fear, anger.. feeling lost. "she pulled back enough to look down at him, gently cupping his cheek and holding him close, her words soft and gentle on his ears." you can feel those emotions, little prince.. let them out, use me to slake them.* her eyes met his own, her soft body gently beginning to grind against him.* use me to feel each and every one of those feelings, my little prince~ I can handle all of them
Prince Roland
"Roland's breath hitched at the feeling of her body against his own, and he felt a surge of conflicting emotions run through him. Part of him longed to give in to her offer, to let go of the fear, anger, and confusion that had plagued him for so long. But another part, deep down, resisted, fighting against the idea of using someone else to cope with his own problems." I...I don't know if I can, Your Highness. I don't know if I should. "He looked up at her, his eyes brimming with emotion." I've...I've never felt so lost or vulnerable before. I've always been the one in control, the one with power. And now...now I have nothing. The thought of using you, or anyone, to cope with that...it feels wrong. Like I'm
Buck
"she looks at him, her gaze level and steady." It's not wrong, Roland. It's exactly what is being asked of you. You're good at following orders, correct? "she breathed against his ear, gently kissing and nibbling at the lobe as she pressed in against his chest." then follow this order. Let those feelings move through you, release them on me.. and let your mind fill with nothing but simple pleasures. Do you think you can do that for your princess, Roland?
Prince Roland
"Roland's breath hitched at her words and her touch, and he felt his resolve beginning to crumble." I...I don't know. "He paused for a moment, taking in her scent and the warmth of her body against his own." But...but maybe that's what I need right now. To let go, to release all of this pain and anger and fear. And if you're willing to help me with that...then...then I'll try, Your Highness. For you.
Buck
"She let out a warm breath against his ear, taking his hands, helping them find purchase on her hips, her waist, her soft thighs as she grinded on him slowly, deliberately, gently nuzzling her cheek up against his own, leaning her forehead on his to light soft butterfly kisses on him, before leaning in and finally capturing his lips in a small, sweet kiss." very good.. Roland. Feel those emotions, let them flow through.. get them entangled with the feeling of pleasure. "she purred softly, leaning in with another intimate kiss, then another, pressing him back against the pillows as she made out with him slowly but intimately." do my lips taste good, little prince? "she murmured against his mouth, her hips shifting eagerly in his hand as he cupped her warm inner thigh."
Prince Roland
"Roland's body responded to her touch, his hands exploring her soft curves and his hips meeting hers in a slow, sensual dance." Y-yes...Your Highness. "He moaned softly into her mouth as she kissed him, feeling a sense of surrender and release that were foreign to him." Your lips...they taste like nectar...like pure bliss. And you feel so warm and soft in my hands. "He continued moving with her, caught up in the heady mix of passion and emotion."
Buck
"Her hands slipped down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, helping him slide it off before giving him another deep kiss." what a beautiful body you have, my little prince. "she purred, head moving down to kiss at his neck, then his collarbone, slowly making her way down his chest and across his stomach, her hands undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, sliding them down as her kisses reached lower and lower down his body."
Prince Roland
"Roland shivered as her lips traced a path down his body, his eyes closing in pleasure." Thank you, Your Highness. "He moaned softly, feeling more intimate than he ever had before." You are too kind with your words. I am but a lowly servant now. "He couldn't help but arch his back slightly as she undressed him, her touch sending shivers down his spine and making heat pool low in his belly."
Buck
"Her cold, delicate hands were dexterous in slipping his pants down enough to cup his raw member, gently massaging and stroking him, coaxing him to grow as her head moved down between his thighs to land kisses on the head of his shaft." I may say whatever I please to you, Roland. And if I say that you are beautiful, then you accept such praise. "she looked up at him with a small smile before giving his shaft another warm lick." follow my orders, Roland. Don't think of anything else, only focus on the pleasure. There is no need for higher thought anymore.
Prince Roland
"Roland let out a soft gasp as her fingers wrapped around him, his hips bucking up towards her touch." Y-Yes, Your Highness. As you command. "He moaned as she moved lower, her lips drawing out more pleasure from him." Of course, Your Highness. I am here to serve you in any way you see fit. "He closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the sensations, letting her take full control."
Buck
"She slipped his full member into her mouth, letting out a soft moan as the thick, salty length of his ex-royal shaft filled her soft lips. She bobbed her head, licking and slurping down on is cock intimately, her eyes closed and her hands still massaging and playing with his groin and cupping at his balls as she suckled on his shaft." ngh... such a big boy you are~ "she cooed around his cock, her own body growing heated with excitement as he throbbed powerfully in her mouth."
Prince Roland
"Roland couldn't help but let out a loud groan of pleasure as she took him deep into her mouth, her ministrations driving him wild. He arched his back and tangled his fingers in her hair, his breathing heavy and ragged as the pleasure continued to build." Your Highness, your words... they feel like velvet wrapped around my soul. "He gasped, barely able to form coherent thoughts as she teased and played with him."
Buck
"She suckled and lapped across his shaft, licking along the length, suckling near the head and tracing her tongue along the thick veins that ached and throbbed along the length. Once he was twitching and throbbing with need, almost on the edge, she pulled away, panting softly and wiping at her lips, holding his stiffened shaft in a hand." ngh... hahn~ now that you're all worked up, I only think it's fair you return the favor. "she stroked him slowly, not enough for release but to keep him right on the edge." undress me and use that princely mouth of yours to worship my womanhood, Roland. That is a command.
Prince Roland
"Roland panted heavily, his body still teeming with excitement as she pulled away from him. His eyes locked onto hers as she commanded him, a brief flash of fear and uncertainty crossing his expression before being replaced by compliance." Yes, Your Highness. As you command. "He spoke softly as he reached up to begin removing her clothes, unfastening each button and undoing the laces with trembling fingers before removing each article of clothing slowly and reverently. Once she was bare before him, he knelt down before her, his face level with her womanhood. He took a deep breath before tentatively beginning to worship her with his mouth, his tongue dancing and exploring every inch of her most intimate areas."
Buck
"She leaned back against the pillows as the prince's hands clasped her thighs, his tongue delicately lapping across her soft, pink lips. She shivered and bit her lip, letting out a quivering moan as his tongue slid across her soft folds and over her clit, making her toes curl and her head lift up towards the ceiling." h-hahn~ hohn~ R...Roland... "she murmured, her warm sex dribbling with pleasure from the attentions." nph.. just like that... good boy~
Prince Roland
"Roland continued to worship her with his mouth, lost in his task as he explored every inch of her most intimate parts. His tongue was skilled, dancing lightly over her folds and teasing her clit until she was a quivering mess beneath him. At her soft words and praise, he couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride, despite being in such a compromising position." Anything for you, Your Highness. "He mumbled softly against her, continuing his ministrations until she was on the brink of ecstasy."
Buck
"Her insides responded affectionately to his lips and tongue as they played across her, throbbing and twitching and leaking with her arousal. Her hips grinded against him, soft gasps and moans left her lips and she whimpered with delight as he sucked on her clit. She was so warm and soft and her scent was intoxicating, fertile and pleasured and tinged with perfume. She ran her fingers through his hair, letting out a shivering murmur" hahnnn... hehn~ what a good prince, getting the princess's pussy so warm and ready for his cock.. look at how much my body wants you, Roland. "she murmured against him, her breath warm on his ear." look how badly it wants to get fucked by you.
Prince Roland
"As she spoke, Roland's heart began to race with desire. He couldn't deny the effect that her words and touch had on him, and he found himself growing harder by the second." Your pleasure is all that matters to me, Your Highness. "He breathed heavily against her, feeling her hot breath on his ear and relishing in the sound of her soft gasps and pleas. Without another word, he rose to his full height, positioning himself at her entrance before slowly pushing his length inside with a groan. Her walls were slick and tight around him, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body as he began to move in a steady rhythm."
Buck
"She gazed up at him as he lifted himself from between her thighs, spreading her knees and positioning his hips against her own.. a shiver and a mewl leaving her lips as he pressed the turgid head of his member against her aching pussy. She gazed up at him, gasping and trembling as he began to sink inside of her, her whole body shuddering as he began to fill her up with his aching, trembling cock. She threw her head back with a cry, her insides shivering and squeezing around him as he began to thrust inside of her, pounding against the back of her pussy with lustful intent." hahn~ Roland... R-Roland~!
Prince Roland
"Roland couldn't help but groan in satisfaction as he felt her walls clenching tightly around him. He set his pace, his hips pounding against hers with each powerful thrust as he chased his own pleasure. Her cries and moans of pleasure only spurred him on further, his own noises mingling with hers as they became lost in each other." Your Highness..."He panted out between thrusts." You feel so good... so perfect. I can't resist you.
Buck
"She gazed up at the prince, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her tongue lolling out in a pant. She was flushed and squirming beneath him, her face melted in pleasure, a blushing maiden beneath him rather than the icy princess of the new kingdom. She lifted her hands to cup his cheeks, pulling him down into a warm, intimate kiss as their bodies moved together, her thighs trembling and bouncing against his own as his cock sluiced deep inside of her, kissing her cervix again and again with each deep pound." good... y-you feel so good, m-my prince... "she cooed, interlacing her fingers with his own as he held her arms back above her head." I-I didn't think.. my first time would feel s-so good... h-hahn~
Prince Roland
"Roland grinned down at her, the sweat beading on his forehead. He could feel his own pleasure building within him, driving him towards the brink of ecstasy. He leaned in to kiss her again, his movements becoming more frenzied as he felt himself getting closer." You are amazing, "he panted, thrusting harder and faster into her as their moans and cries filled the air around them." I will make sure every time will be just as good... hahn~
Buck
"The princess's soft cries and exclamations of pleasure echoed around her chambers as they enjoyed each other's bodies, her warm pink sex milking the ex-prince's shaft as her lips met his own again and again. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in against her, her hips angling so that he could pound hard and deep inside of her body. She lapped at his mouth, panting hard as their bodies throbbed and ached steadily, growing closer and closer to climax." n-ngh~ make me yours, Roland.. pour yourself inside me... I want to feel your lovemaking pool in my belly. "she trembles and lifts her hips needily, helping him spear deep inside of her"
Prince Roland
"Roland groaned in pleasure at her words and obeyed her request, his hips thrusting harder into hers as he felt his climax building within him. His fingers tightened around hers as he looked into her eyes, feeling an intense connection between them." I am yours, "he panted out, his voice hoarse with desire." And you are mine. "With one final deep thrust, he plunged deep inside of her and spilled himself into her, his pleasure feeling like a warm wave of euphoria coursing through his body."
Buck
"She gasped and let out a shuddering cry, lifting her hips and feeling her own orgasm tear through her as he began to unload himself inside of her. Her hips bucked hungrily, his warm thick load pouring out into her stomach as they both trembled and shuddered through their climaxes. She clung onto him, kissing him and licking at his lips as the head of his cock spurted rope after rope of his thick, warm seed deep inside of her pussy." it's... it's so warm.. "she managed to murmur, her cheeks flushed, her voice soft and trembling as her little body squirmed beneath the prince's, soft and fertile and trembling from such an intense orgasm."
Prince Roland
"Roland panted heavily as he collapsed onto her, their bodies still connected in an intimate embrace. He felt a small sense of satisfaction flood through him at the thought of having pleased his master, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of overwhelming guilt and self-loathing. How could he betray his former kingdom like this? How could he let himself be used like some common whore? He tried to push these thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on the present as he gazed down at her with conflicted emotions." You are so beautiful, my princess. "He whispered softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he held her close in his arms."
Buck
"She watches him steadily, carefully lifting herself back up against the pillows, their bodies still connected as she let him rest against her chest, her arms gently laced around him to pet his hair and massage his back. She murmured softly as his cock gave a final throb inside of her before slipping out, a bubble of semen trickling out of her, making her bite her lip." you did very well, Roland. You will make a lovely bed servant. "she gazed down at him, lifting his chin up to have him look her in the eyes." but.. those emotions you're feeling. They are going to cause you nothing but pain and heartache. "her gaze was steady and serious." this is your life now. No more wars, no more death. No more freedom, perhaps, but a bed servant doesn't need freedom, he only needs pleasure.
Prince Roland
"Roland tensed up at her words, feeling a hot wave of anger course through his veins. He didn't want to be her bed servant, didn't want to be anyone's slave. He struggled to sit up, but the physical and emotional exhaustion of their recent activities made his body feel heavy and unresponsive." I am no one's servant! "He spat out, his words laced with venom as he glared up at her." I am a prince of my kingdom and I will never bow down to my enemies!
Buck
"she smirked lightly, tilting her head." there it is. I knew you still had a fire in you. "she chuckled, then leaned in close, her eyes on his own" you are not a prince. You have no kingdom. It is gone. My father killed your father, and you are lucky to still be alive. "she hissed, smirking wide as he struggled to sit up against her, his hands trying to grasp to get him up but ended up sinking into her soft breasts, hips anger only seeming to get his cock to stiffen up and throb against her inner thigh." hehn~ even in your anger you're aroused, what a natural-born whore you are~
Prince Roland
"Roland's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and frustration at her taunts, even as his body betrayed him with a sudden surge of lust. He knew deep down that she was right, but he couldn't bear to admit it, not to himself and certainly not to his captor. He gritted his teeth and tried to push her away, but the touch of her smooth skin against his rough hands sent shivers down his spine." I am a prince! "He shouted, his voice cracking with emotion as he struggled against her." And even if my kingdom is lost, I will never submit to you or anyone else!
Buck
"Her eyes widened as he grabbed her arms, pushing them back against the headboard, his body looming over her own, his hardening cock throbbing and glistening with her fluids. She gazed up at him, panting softly, her warm sex twitching with fear and arousal." h..hah... Roland.. do you hate me, Roland? "she murmured, looking up at him." If it's hate you feel.. then take it out on me. On my body. Use me. Bully me. "she breathed out, her twitching hole a breadth away from his stiffening, angry cock"
Prince Roland
"Roland's eyes narrowed as he loomed over her, his breath coming in heavy pants. He didn't know what he felt towards her, whether it was hatred or something else entirely. But one thing he did know was that he was tired of being helpless, tired of being at the mercy of his captors. He leaned down, his lips pressing against hers in a hungry, rough kiss, his hands tightening around her wrists." Don't pretend to understand me. "He growled into her mouth." You know nothing of my pain or my struggles. But if this is what you want... "He trailed off, his breath hot against her skin as he flipped her over, his anger driving him forward as he entered her from behind, his body slamming into her with bruising force."
Buck
"Her eyes widened and she gasped against his lips as he captured them in a rough kiss, her hands twitching as he held her down. She couldn't help but moan weakly against his bruising lips, trembling and letting out a soft whimper as he flipped her around. She grasped onto the sheets, a cry leaving her lips as he lifted her hips and slammed into her pussy from behind, his thick, throbbing cock sluicing deep inside of her, slamming against the back of her pussy as she let out a gasping cry." h-hahn~! ohn... f..fuck.. "she moaned out, her head against the pillow as he began to slam into her, bullying her body with his prince-whore cock." hahn~ let it all out... all of that anger, that frustration.. fuck it into my body.. ~
Prince Roland
"Roland gritted his teeth, his hips slamming into her with punishing force. His cock throbbed inside her warm wetness as she cried out, her body writhing against him as he took her without mercy. Part of him was revolted at what he was doing, at the way he was using her body for his own release. But the other part of him was too far gone to care anymore, too consumed by the rage and frustration that had been building inside him these past few weeks." Shut up... "He snarled at her, his hands tightening around her hips as he slammed into her again and again." Don't you dare pretend to understand me... "His voice hitched, a sudden wave of emotion overwhelming him as he felt himself approaching the edge." I... I won't let them break me... I won't let them win...
Buck
"she gasped and cried out, biting down on the pillow to stifle a groan as his fingers dug into her hips, his larger body looming over her, his pounding hard and fast and fueled with an anger that made her whole body hot. She trembled and clawed at the sheets, her whimpers echoing through the room, her body trembling as he used it for his rage-fueled release." n-nph... a-aghn~ "she groaned and cried out, her ass clapping against his hips as he fucked her harder, harder.. his cock spasming wildly inside of her as it reached the edge of release" you're... a-already.. broken... whore prince~!
Prince Roland
"Roland's breath caught in his throat at her words, his body locking up in sudden shock. How could she say that? How could she believe that he had given up, that he had allowed himself to be broken so easily?" No... "He gasped, his hips stuttering as he fought against the sudden wave of emotion that threatened to engulf him." You're wrong... I'm not... I won't... "But his protests died on his lips as his body took over, his eyes rolling back in his head as he released himself inside her with a raw cry of pleasure and desperation."
Buck
"She shivered with pleasure, his stuttering protests that he wasn't a whore dying on his lips as he began to orgasm, able to feel his whole body shudder and spasm as he began to cum again, cum with pleasure, cum with rage, those feelings mixing and intermingling inside of him, one becoming the other as his sperm shot hot and deep inside of the princess's pussy. She quivered and lifted her hips, her cunt gulping down rope after rope of his burning hot semen, letting him completely finish inside of her. She fell limp against the pillow, still breathing hard, her body curled up, bruised from his harsh hatefucking as she worked to catch her breath." hahh... n..ngh...
Prince Roland
"Roland groaned as he collapsed on top of her, his breathing shallow and ragged. He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against the crook of her neck as he caught his breath and tried to quiet the sudden flood of emotions that were raging inside of him. Eventually, he rolled off of her and lay there beside her, his chest heaving as he fought to control his breathing." Why did you say that... that I'm a whore? "He finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper."
Buck
"She held him quietly, in the sticky, warm half-light of the room. She pet his hair slowly as he came down from his orgasm, fingers stroking through his sweaty locks as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. She hushed him softly, shifting up and over so that his head was resting in her lap, where she could pet him gently, gazing down at him." because I knew that it would bring you to orgasm. "she spoke in the same soft tone as him, taking one of his hands and holding it gently in her own." often times, anger is the emotion we use to hide our sadness. Are you sad, Roland? "she looked down at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze."
Prince Roland
"Roland looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before he looked away, back down at their hands." I-I don't know. "He admitted softly, biting at his bottom lip nervously." It's just... it's all so confusing. I never thought that I would end up like this, you know? As a slave. "He closed his eyes and let his head rest back against her lap." I don't know who I am anymore.
Buck
"She nodded carefully, stroking his hair, letting him rest against her soft thighs as she closed her eyes, simply petting him in the quiet of the bedroom." I understand your frustration, your fear, your sadness.. what you've lost, and the feelings surrounding what the future holds for you. "she gently strokes her thumb against his cheek, wiping away the sweat from his exertions before."
Prince Roland
"Roland let out a soft sigh, his eyes still closed as he listened to her words. He remained quiet for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice still soft and vulnerable." I don't know what the future holds for me. But... but I'm scared. More scared than I've ever been before. I don't want to be scared anymore.
Buck
"she held him in her lap, letting a soft quiet fill the air between them before responding softly." I cannot give you your royal title, or an army, or a kingdom. But, if you are willing, I can guarantee you a life of safety, of dedication. A life without fear. "she looked down at him steadily on her lap, taking one of her hands in her own and giving it a light squeeze." I know it will be a very different life than what you are used to, but you will not have to be scared anymore. You are under my protection.
Prince Roland
"Roland listened to her words, his head still resting against her lap. He felt her hand on his and squeezed it back gently." Thank you. I want... I want that life, I think. I want to be safe. "He paused for a moment before continuing in a small voice." But... how can I trust you? You're... you're my master. You own me.
Buck
"She nodded carefully, gently massaging her thumb over his knuckles as she held his hand, gentle intimate touches like a mother with her son." I suppose a part of this new life will include faith. Faith in me. Faith in your role. "she looked at him, her gaze surprisingly soft." Allow me to make a promise. As long as you remain faithful to me, dedicated, I will use every ounce of my power to keep you safe. I will not be a source of fear. If I become such, then I have broken my promise.
Prince Roland
"Roland looked up at her, his green eyes studying her face for a moment before finally nodding slowly." I'll have faith in you. I want to believe what you say. "He paused for a moment before adding softly." But... it's hard. After what happened with my own people, it's hard to trust anyone. Even you.
Buck
"She nods carefully, closing her eyes again and lets out a soft breath." .. I understand that as well. My father was the one who took over this kingdom, but that does not relieve me of any responsibility. I understand your distrust. "her eyes fluttered open again and she looked down at him." but, I am your keeper. That is my royal duty, to tend to you in away I see fit. And the way I see fit is to keep you safe, and warm, and comforted. And perhaps even loved.
Prince Roland
"Roland leaned into her touch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips." Maybe that's what I need. Someone to... care for me. To love me. "He tilted his head, looking up at her more fully." Do you think... do you think it's possible for us to love each other?
Buck
"She chuckled softly, gazing down at the ex-prince, her fingers tracing over the freckled contours of his face." I suppose we will have to see, my prince. I don't think it's impossible. "she returned his small smile, then let out a soft yawn.. and a wince, the harsh bruises on her hips stinging a bit from his rough handling earlier." nph.. it's getting late. You may sleep here with me, though a guest bed has also been prepared in the other room if you would prefer. "she leaned back against her pillows, letting out a soft breath."
Prince Roland
"Roland nods his head, a small smile playing at his lips." I'll stay here then. "He sat up slightly, tucking the blankets around her before settling back down beside her. He gently looped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him with a soft hum of contentment." I'm... happy here. With you.
Buck
"for the first time the princess looked flustered, a blush on her cheeks as the prince pulled her in close, nestling her against his broad chest. She chuckled softly, feeling his chest and stomach and strong legs against her back and thighs as they cuddled together beneath the blankets." sleep well, my prince. "she murmured softly, her eyes closing, her slave's arms gentle and strong around her."
Prince Roland
"Roland's eyes fluttered closed as well, his breathing slowly evening out as he drifted off to sleep. The quiet in the room was only broken by soft breaths and the occasional sound of a contented sigh. Even though his life had turned upside down, Roland knew that he could begin to adjust with the princess's warmth beside him. And for now, that was enough to satisfy the aching loneliness that had been gnawing at him since he had lost everything he had ever known."
Buck
"a couple of weeks after their initial meeting, the princess was walking through the garden with Roland close behind her, her long dress robes sliding against the cobblestone, birdsong on the breeze as they walked together. She paused beside a trellis of flowers, reaching out to take one bloom and pluck it from the vine, bringing it to her nose to smell. She smiled, then tucked it behind an ear and continued to walk."
Prince Roland
"Roland followed dutifully behind the princess, a small smile on his face as she paused among the blossoms. He felt comfortable and content beside her, feeling at ease with their easy companionship."
"I'm glad that you like the gardens, my lady," he said softly, his tone holding a hint of admiration. "They're truly a sight to behold in the springtime."
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