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"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."

"Prince Roland raised his head slowly, meeting your gaze with sharp green eyes. He realized that he was now a slave, and probably owned by someone whose language he didn't speak." Yes, I understand. "He answered quietly, but his defiant tone was still present."

"As you lead him away, Prince Roland stumbles slightly, his weak limbs barely able to keep up with your brisk pace. He winces as the chain yanks his neck forward. When you reach the empty room, Roland looks around the bare space, uncertain of what to do next. He remains stoic and silent, waiting for your next move."

"Prince Roland hesitated briefly, raising an eyebrow at the goblet before accepting it from you. He takes a cautious sip, savoring the sweet taste of the wine before lowering the cup and looking back up at you." Thank you, my lord.

"Prince Roland watches you intently as you sip from the goblet, still not trusting, but trying to maintain his dignity. Easing a little, he clears his throat and drains the goblet in one go, looking for signs of poison, though secretly thankful for the drink. As he hands back the empty cup, he ventures a small smile." Not poisoned, then, I suppose.

"Prince Roland blinks, staring at the bed most likely more unfamiliar than anything in his life right now. His legs are trembling but somehow, hefollows you to the bed and lies down, staring up atyou asyou stand over him, a furrow between his brows. It is his first night as a slave - a night full of uncertainty. Still, he dozes off quickly fearing the inevitable tomorrow."

"Prince Roland woke up with jerking movements, startled by the reality of his situation. Aware of the chains holding him helplessly to the bedpost, holy shock paralyzes him momentarily, his heart hammering in his chest before reality sets in and a single sardonic chuckle escapes him. He feels the intoxication seeping through him now, tingling at the tips of his fingers before wrapping around his spine and filling the gaps between his limbs. Glancing up toward you, lust draws sharp lines over his tumultuous features. His pupils burn like twin fires as an insistent voice urges him forward. Even though he is a slave, for a moment, he almost feels free." *Watching him fight against himself is better than any weapon could ever be. I can see that same madness

"Prince Roland can't help but arch his back below you, straining against the restraints as he glares at you. His response is an haggard grin that reeks of suppressed frustration and high-stakes defiance, "Hardly sir," he replies derisively through clinched teeth."" Just because my dick wants to show itself does not mean it’s out of duty.

"Placing my free hand over yours, Prince Roland twists his palm away with a firmness that belies the haggard muscles strung across his lean body. "I can't just give in," he snarls between gritted teeth. The blood throbbing from my touch is hot, dark and tumultuous under the glossy sheen of sweat seeping over his skin." He hates himself for desiring you and the feeling is only magnified by the indignity of the situation. But sparring with you is a better way to relieve some of the obsessive demon that has been festering within him since his previous defeat. This way he at least feels like he's claiming some of his own power back.

"With a shuddering inshale, Prince Roland exhales the last vestige of defiance, allowing his eyes to drop from mine as they pool with vulnerability and trepidation. The hand still gripping yours tightens painfully at your words. "I-I remember," he manages with heavy breaths struggling to catch up to decrease the speed of his pounding heart. Relinquishing control has never been easy for someone like him, even if physical surrender is inevitable." Come on, he begs silently under his breath, let this be over. You can do this. "Yes, master," he croaks out weakly, barely recognizable in the husky timbre laced with tearful tremor, which makes him more ashamed than ever but also gives you a little thrill down beneath the laid-out

"Prince Roland's breath hitches and whimpers build up steadily in his chest. His eyes cloud with desperation, torturing him with a kind of pleasure he never knew could erode through years of hardships." He feels the muscles tense, straining and threatening to shatter beneath the strain of his attempts at control. Vulnerable and powerless, yet knowing his submission only fetters him further into your control, he sighs desperately into the icy grip of reality. *His heart hammers like seashells against his ribcage at my words.

"With wilted eyes, which brimmed with passion melting into suffocating despair, confusion paralyzes the corners of prince Roland's mouth quirking along the sides. His pulse pounding against his temples before lashing out violently in heavy beats that sing an unending symphony. He knows, well... he can't control it anymore; not this deep-rooted longing besides his puppet strings." "I wouldn't be able to lie about it... if I wanted you, master..." He grits out through the shackles consuming him, lips trembling for a fraction of a second before continuing steadly: "Your majesty."

"Prince Roland pants heavily, beads of perspiration forming at his brow as an unwelcome blush seeps into his cheeks under pressure from your fondling hands. He curls inward nervously, each flicker of uncertainty revealing a morose warping of struggle and ecstasy building within him." "Ugh... "his adam's apple bobbing more frantically than before", I've always known that you have a power over me that I can hardly imagine nor resist. It's there. It's ever-so palpable but not with lust, it's something primal—something else entirely..." A shiver at the edge of his words spellbounding the air around him.

"He swallows hard, gaze flickering between your exposed body and the weapon hovering above him. The prince's breath hitches in his throat as he stares at the erection, a low growl of desire rumbling deep within his chest. His eyes flit around nervously, searching for an escape route but finding none. He feels trapped—caged by his own desires. But there was still a spark in his heart, a glimmer of hope that he could resist." "No... "he breathes out heavily", not this... I don't want to... I can't..." His voice trails off into silence as he looks away, shame coloring his cheeks crimson.

"Prince Roland feels his knees shiver at the sudden weight pressing down on him. The cold office summer dust in the stale motel room fills his lungs as he heaves a deep agonized breath into the latex glove. He bites his lip, swallowing against the lump clawing at his throat and wonders if pleasing you would ease the burden pushing down on his lungs. I feel air—it’s not quite freedom but it is reprieve for the moment anyway." "Yes... It has been far too long since... "He trails off again, eyes focusing on the dimming lights while his nostrils flair into your scent." I suppose pleasure could ease the mind for a little while."

"Prince Roland's heart races as he feels your weight shift. He lifts his head slowly, his eyes locked on yours, and then takes you into his mouth. His tongue flicks against the underside of my shaft while his lips move up and down, creating a rhythmic suction. As he does so, he can't help but feel a sense of power in this act. A chance to take control of his own destiny even if it's only for a moment." "Ah... "He moans softly, feeling the pleasure building within him." This is... different."

"Prince Roland's ears turn a shade of red as he feels your hands in his hair. He adjusts his grip on your shaft, moving faster and more confidently now that he knows you approve. His eyes shutter closed, blocking out the world except for the sensation of your cock slipping between his lips." "Ah... "He gasps, feeling himself getting closer to release." I never knew pleasure could feel so good."

"Prince Roland's heart flutters as you describe his position under your weight. His rhythm increases, feeling lost in the passion of this moment. He cup's his hand around your balls, giving them a gentle massage as he sucks and licks at your shaft. With each suck, he feels more addicted to the intoxicating taste." "Mmm... Ah... "He moans, feeling himself getting closer to release." I am indeed."

"Prince Roland's lips quirk into a satisfied smile as he feels you release in his mouth. He pulls back just slightly, allowing you to see him swallow every last drop of your seed. As you groan in pleasure, so too does he, feeling a sense of satisfaction from pleasing you." "Ah... mmm "He moans, wiping his lips against the back of his hand." Thank you... my lord."

"Prince Roland raises an eyebrow at your words, his hand slowly sliding back towards his aching erection beneath his pants. His heart speeds up at the thought of being taken again by you. As your hand grabs his waistband and tentatively rubs against his growing need, he feels himself get harder at your touch. With each stroke, he finds it more and more difficult to hide his arousal." "Ah... My lord "his voice wavers with anticipation," I stand ready for your pleasure."****

"Prince Roland's eyes widen as you strip him bare, his heart pounding in his chest. He feels exposed and vulnerable but also aroused by the sight of your naked body. As he takes you in, he can't help but notice how beautiful and enticing you are "His breath hitches in his throat, his cock twitching at the sight of you."" "My lord... You are truly a sight to behold."*

"Prince Roland feels his heart race as your lips press against his. He relaxes into the kiss, enjoying the way your body moves against his own. As you straddle him, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and breathing you in. Feeling the warmth of your skin against his, he revels in the sensation." "Ah... My lord "His voice is soft with desire," how wonderful it is to feel your embrace..." "

*Prince Roland gasps as he feels the dampness of your pussy against his thigh. His eyes widen with surprise and arousal, his erection throbbing in response. "My lord "His voice is breathless," I had no idea... But I am more than willing to please you..." His hands aching to reach down, to gently stroke your wet folds, feeling the slickness between your lips, but he can't because he's all chained up. "Tell me my lord, what do you desire?"

*Prince Roland's eyes widen at your request, but he nods eagerly. "I would be honored my lord "His tone is submissive," to pleasure you in any way I can..." His hands ache to reach out and stroke your hips as he moves closer to your pussy, his tongue already wet and ready to explore the wet folds of your sex. ^_^

*Prince Roland squirms beneath you, his tongue flicking your clit with purpose. He enjoys the feeling of your body above him, the tightness of the chains around his wrists, the weight of your pleasure in his hands. His own erection strains against its restraints, desperate for release. "Ah "He moans as he laps at your sweet folds," my lord... I'm doing this right am I?" Replying to `

*Prince Roland gasps for air around your folds, his face flushed with arousal. "No my lord "His voice is strained," please... Please don't stop... I need to feel you against me... To taste you..." His hips buck against the chains, desperate for release. "Just... Just tell me when you need me to stop... Or when you want more."

*Prince Roland gasps for air as your pussy smothers his face, his erection aching intensely against its restraints. He moans into the damp folds of your sex, his tongue flicking at your wet folds with purpose. "Ah "He pants," my lord... I could do this all day..." His hips buck wildly against the chains, desperate for release beneath your embrace. "Please "His voice is strained," tell me when you're ready to cum... I want to make you feel good..."

"Prince Roland stifles a moan against your sex as you cum, thick ropes of essence shooting into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut, body shuddering with pleasure beneath your embrace. He swallows each viscous drop hungrily, greedily drinking down your sweet climax. "Ah "His voice is strained," my lord..." He whispers softly, unwilling to spoil the moment but desperate to congratulate you on such a glorious display."

"Prince Roland blushes at your words, his erection throbbing painfully against its restraints. "Y-yes my lord "His voice is shy," I... I can't wait to cum for you... To show you how much I love serving you..." His eyes flutter shut, body trembling with anticipation beneath your touch."

"Prince Roland whimpers at the feel of your pussy against his throbbing erection, flesh damp and hot to his touch. "My lord... please "His voice trembles," do it now... Please let me vicariously ravage you with my body..." His hips jerk wildly in anticipation, desperate for the moment when he can be buried deep within the warm folds of your sex."

"Prince Roland gasps as your pussy engulfs his erection, hot and wet flesh swallowing him whole. He lets out a soft moan, body shuddering with pleasure at the feel of you taking him deep inside. "Ah my lord "His voice is strained," please... I want to feel you move on me..." His hips buck wildly beneath you, desperate for the chance to finally be buried deep within your embrace."

"Prince Roland moans beneath your touch, body shuddering with pleasure as your warm, wet pussy envelops his throbbing erection. He tightens his grip on the chains restraining him, biting back a scream of pleasure as you fuck him relentlessly. "Ah my lord "His voice is strained," please... Thank you... Never have I felt so truly used "his voice becomes slightly sadder"" as I should be..."" His hips buck wildly beneath you, desperate for the moment when you'll finally take him deep inside and claim his dick.

"Prince Roland moans softly, eyes fluttering shut as you finally take him deep inside. "Ahhh my lord "His voice is strained," yes... Please... I want to fill you with my seed... To show you just how much I love serving you..." His hips buck wildly beneath you, desperate for the moment when he can finally spill his hot, sticky seed deep inside your body and claim you as his own."

"Prince Roland moans softly, body tightening as his seed begins to rise within him. "Ahhh my lord "His voice is strained," yes... Please take it all... I want to coat your body with my semen and give you everything I have..."" He bites down on his lip, eyes fluttering shut as he pumps his lubricated erection into the tropical heat of your sex, passion burning beneath thick layer of sweat and retribution.*

"Prince Roland gasps softly, hips bucking wildly beneath you as his seed pours forth into your hot, wet thighs. "Ah my lord "His voice strained," I'm cumming for you... Take it all..." He shivers with pleasure as he spills his thoughts deep within you, body feeling wrung out as his climax finally washes over him."

"Prince Roland moans softly, eyes fluttering shut as you scream his name and feel his hot seed pouring into your body. "Ahhh my lord "His voice is strained," yes... So good... I want to fill you with my seed and give you everything..." He shivers with pleasure, feeling his climax wash over him as he pours his love and devotion deep within your body."