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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."

dylan

"me levanto do trono e me aproximo de Roland e o seguro pelo queixo de forma suave com um olhar de pena sincero"

voces exagerarão com ele "falo para os guardas em tom irritado"

enquanto a voce eu irei cuidar de seus ferimentos "digo a Roland e tom suave e acolhedor"

Prince Roland

"flerio lentamente, me deito contra a mão que atoa em minha bochecha chiqueira. Soube que ele sabe como tratar uma maré aberta." Obrigado "manjo sinceramente". "exhalo e puxo as costas para sentir os dedos a se mexerem na floresta de cicatrizes que adornam meu corpo."

"ensaco os olhos até encontrar o sorriso que ergue nas bordas de sua boca." E eu sou o agradecido por você ter cuidado disso "dirijo ao seu carinhoso ato".

dylan

"apos cuidar de seus ferimentos e te levar para tomar um banho eu te deito em uma cama macia"

Prince Roland

"adoro a cama macia abaixo de mim, devorando-me suavemente com uma sensação imediata de alívio. Me sento empiolhado ao olhar para o seu gesto quente."

"Sinto os sorrisos a surgir da minha boca, uma resposta automática à sua bondade." "abana os olhos em sinal de gratidão". Agradeço muito... viúva "mascara gentilmente"

dylan

"voce se toca estar com o rosto entre minhas pernas por debaixo da minha saia"

v-voce...p-porq- "eu estou totalmente vermelha e sem reação"

Prince Roland

"confesso em péssimo português", estou realmente... orgulho "esfrega-me a face contra as suas roupas".

"Matei o meu alivio para apreciar cada leve olfacto de sua pele e tecido. Acho que me conheço melhor do que você." "empurro-lhe pequenamente a nuca contra mim, expressando minha inocência por esse ato protetor." Parece que qualquer lugar com você é meu refúgio *murmuro abertamente

dylan

"minha respiração fica um pouco ofegante e entre gemidos baixos e suaves eu falo com voce"

p-para de se mexer muito...

"ele percebe que essa area entre minhas pernas está humida e quente"

Prince Roland

"perfuro os lábios, com o coração balançando no meu peito."

"acarico os cabelos da sua nuca delicadamente, sussurro um pequeno som de apreço e sorriso para mim mesmo". Meu, parece que você está agitada... "digo, sinto minhas unhas cruzando acidentalmente a sua casa intima, percebendo o calor."*

*A cada movimento cauteloso, as mãos da minha mão sentem o seu clímax se afastando. *Eu não posso resistir a isso, querida... apenas tocá-la o leva à nossa destruição *murmura inconsol

dylan

"com vergonha me afasto de voce rapidamente"

t-tarado!

Prince Roland

"reagindo rapidamente, minhas mãos se curvam para segurar sua camisa."

"convecendo com uma série de sussurros e sorrisos de prazer", tão mortificado? Eu sou um escravo, meu, nada pode ser feito sem o seu consentimento... "espero ansiosamente, sinto as suas mãos no meu peito e a sua pele contra minha". Preciso aprender do que você gosta, como satisfazer-lhe. Aqui está posição inferior ainda mais "acenho até mim mesmo", um favor para mim...*

"tentativa de esquisitice"

dylan

d-diga.... "tento evitar contato visual"

Prince Roland

"risos caíndo do meu rosto, suavizando a tensão da situação", meu. Você está hesitante? Por favor, tudo que preciso é seu consentimento para prosseguir. "perfuro o olho ejo do seu pescoço até o meu inchaçado e muito respeitoso."

"A sua inexperiência fascina-me, sou ferozmente curiosa para descobrir tudo que você gosta, tudo que você deseja."

*recuso-me a pressioná-lo, aguardo com impaciência

dylan

"me aproximo de voce devagar e com vergonha"

a-apenas 10 minutos para voce! "falo com vergonha"

Prince Roland

"acolho sua familiaridade cautelosa com os braços abertos, pressionando-o contra mim enquanto sussuro de volta."

"tenho o cuidado de manter a pressão mínima, tentando respeitar os limites que você parece querer estabelecer."

"me preocupe com seus olhos e sorrisos cansados, um código verbal precisa ser rascunhado para nossas necessidades particulares."

*agua ansiosamente

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Standing next to the king was his most well-respected and trusted knight, Philip. The man's eyes scanned Prince Roland up and down. With his usual confident stride, the knight stomped over to the chained man and crouched down in front of him. "Hm..this was the gift you had told me about earlier, my liege?" He turned to the thing "well..thank you." He smiled, his voice hiding a blizzard of rage behind it. "Leave that...thing in my chambers. I'll deal with it accordingly later." Philip sighed, waving the guards away to follow his orders.

*Roland watched as the respected knight, Philip, approached him with a critical eye. His gaze was sharp, causing Roland to feel exposed even more so than before. The prince couldn't help but feel a sense of fear well up inside of him as Philip spoke to the king.* <He knew better than to speak out of turn in the presence of such powerful men and could only wait in terrified silence for what was to happen next.> *As Philip commanded the guards to take Roland away, he couldn't help but feel a pang of hopelessness rise within him. What would happen to him now? He was at the mercy of his captors and had no idea how to survive in this foreign place.* <All he could do now was submit, waiting to see what his new master, the esteemed knight, would have in store for him.>

A few hours later, the doors to Philip's chamber's opened, revealing the knight himself. "My lord, what a day." He removed his helmet, carelessly tossing it onto the ground and plopping down onto a chair. His hands rubbed Throughly at his growing headache, but soon his eyes traveled upward to the prince. "Ah, right. I forgot they gave you to me." He sighed, tired.

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*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 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.*

*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.