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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 18 days ago

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Your Knight

-screaming in writing nov- 4k omg we going guys! Anyway here is a fic based on @/jackthepeeper's amazing art of richard ft his other form -feral sounds- LETS GOOOOOO

art links: one, two, three, final (nsft)

Edit Rating: Explicit | Warning: fauxcest (ty anon and sorry about tht), monster x human, power bottom!reader

“Good morning, Your Highness,” Richard greets you with a bow as you walk down the stairs in your night robe and yawn. “Rest well?”

You raise an eyebrow at him as he knows you slept late because of him. He and his insatiable needs that left you touching yourself in your room, the wall is the cruelest barrier between him and you. He has taken to sneaking his way over from his balcony to yours, an experienced jump over a small distance and he is on your balcony, the glass door slightly ajar for him.

Every night, Richard slips into his princess' room to be in her bed, to have you gripping the sheets and biting into your pillow so you do not make a sound— The servants know the unruly adopted children of the Sterlings are not so sibling-like. They have never been since Richard Sterling became part of this family.

Your daily recording of your days with your brother, as they told you to address the stranger, is written in your diary. Each strange thing you noticed was documented, you kept a close eye on him.

“Good morning, dear brother.” Waving him away once you reached the bottom of the stairs, “Are mother and father home?” Another yawn and this time you followed it up with a stretch. Richard's eyes go from head to toe taking in your body, the slight bounce of your breasts as you relax and groan in minor discomfort.

“No, they left for a holiday an hour ago.” He leans on the stair banister, “France this time, sister” A growing mischievous smirk on his pretty lips.

“Figures.” You shrug, “A bit of trouble and they go into hiding and leave us.” This is not the first time they left to let things simmer down but in doing so as you both got older, responsibilities fell onto you— Well, Richard as he is the boy here, but you do the work as you know well how to talk down the investors and gossiping ladies. “Must be bad if they are going to France…” Thinking out loud as you fold your arms over your chest and your finger tapping your chin.

“Fret not, princess!” Going over to you and taking your hand, “Let us use it as time for us to enjoy our freedom.” Kissing your knuckles.

You sigh, “I suppose that is all we can do.” Going to pull your hand away but he pulls you into his arms causing you to gasp as you nearly trip onto him. “Richard!” About to scold him for his actions.

“I smell us on you.” His nose is buried in the crook of your neck.

“Of course you do, your damn cum was still dripping down my legs this morning!” Whispering your words for maids and butlers not to overhear an intimate conversation. “Don't you be proud of yourself! I told you not to cum inside of me.”

“My deepest apologies,” You cover your mouth as he backs you against a wall, “Shall I clean my mess?” His hand tugged on the silk string of your robe.

You do not get a chance to speak as you push him off when one of the maids comes out of the door beside the wall, a cart of cleaning supplies before she can see what you both are doing. “Make sure you have a copy of our father's scheduled clients ready by brunch, brother.”

Oh, you are very cross with him if you are using that annoying title that holds no weight between you both.

It is a joke! This game of playing house when you both are not close nor related.

You look nothing like your adopted parents, a stolen child because they wanted a cute little girl to dress up.

Richard, who does favor their late son, though the mismatched eyes are different.

A fucked up family, you hate them yet you love Richard. He protects you… He is true to his oath to you as your knight.

A shapeshifter, from what the book said about them, usually are witches or limited to only turning into creatures. Yet, here is Richard posing as a replacement. You have long since given up trying to get rid of him as you feared he would eat your parents— He will when the time is right— But you have your hatred. Hatred for being stolen away, for your kidnappers to force your real parents to never send you letters, and for having Richard at first keep you on a leash with him.

You walk to the dining room as you are in a foul mood, there is work to be done, and Richard needs to focus on other responsibilities and not being at your feet like a dog. However, you do find comfort in his changed desire for you after he shows you how beneficial it is to be his princess. You are unsure where that idea came from but he was right… The clever creature knew you were smart enough to do your research on him, close to finding a way to kill him, you were doing it for yourself in fear.

The first order of the day is breakfast, return to your room to bathe last night you properly, get dressed in something comfortable and nice for outside brunch treats and then see about taking a nap before evening tea.

The first and second day you allow yourself a chance to relax, the quietness of the house a comfort… And Richard not having to sneak his way into your room is a bonus.

When you are in a very foul mood, you have Richard take you to your kidnappers’ bed for long hours as a twisted form of retaliation (he is all too pleased to give you a long night of heavy passion). Of course, the butler cleans the sheets after.

Breakfast is light, mostly fruits and freshly baked bread with butter.

Next, take a bath and you drag it out until your fingers are nearly pruned. Richard, damn him, the bite marks are not noticeable but there are so many! His fascination with your breasts and thighs was getting the worst of it.

Next, you go through your closet.

A blue dress? No. Pink? No, the season is fall. Oh, red is lovely. No, you aren't in the mood to look too fancy. Your eyes then drift to another dress you touch with great care. Richard bought you this after posing as you to see your parents in secret. Mother, your real mother, picked this out for you. Richard had bought it without your mother knowing the money she gave him wasn't enough. The money was used to pay off the debt at the local store that was kind enough to let your parents use credit, they always paid as much as possible at the end of the month before the next month's rent.

This is a dress you find pretty and you will wear it when the Sterlings fall at your feet.

You choose the blue dress.

The gardens are well known to you for three reasons.

Tea time, hiding, and now Richard.

Looking at him while reading some of the paperwork he found left behind by the shared father. There are two sets of schedules he keeps, one for public clients and one for private clients.

Private clients’ schedule list was taken with him to France meaning business will go on as usual but not in England. So it seems the holiday is a business trip.

Your eyes are taking in the sight of your knight's body, the style of clothing he has not changed much from during the shared childhood here.

You try not to think about how many childhoods this creature has had over the years of its life, shapeshifters are an odd bunch with little information about them due to being masters of deception.

“Do you truly love me, knight?” You had not meant to say it out loud while leaning your arm on the table and using your hand to hold your face up, “Will you not eat me when the time comes to move on?” Your eyes are not on his face, you rather listen to lies of comfort right now.

“Of course, not, princess.” You wonder if he truly can experience love or grief, maybe he mimics it like he does with faces. “I am bound by my oath to you, I will protect and adore you, your highness.”

You hum as your other hand traces the rim of your teacup with mild interest, “Would you kill for me?”

“Yes, of course, I will.” No hesitation as he has killed for you in order to keep you safe, he will not fail you. Such loyalty, fierce and unwavering, has you question him; nothing in life is free.

“Hmm,” Looking out to the garden, a quiet morning with singing birds and the warm glow of the sun, and the beautiful creature who dares to appear concerned for you. “Richard.”

“Yes, my princess?”

“Strip for me.”

That must have eased him as he moved from standing by your side to sitting on the chair to have your view of the bushes cut off by him.

“Shall I give you a show, my princess?”

You look at him with a coy smile, “Of course. Slowly.”

He has done this before, and many times this has caught your attention. First opening his legs to give a full view of what you soon will be revealed, oh you know well what is underneath those clothes— You bite down on the corner of your lips as he removes his vest placing it on the clear side of the table. Smoothly with practiced skill, he slips out of the chair posing playfully as a gentle breeze blows the petals of flowers past him.

You can't help but laugh at how dramatic that looked.

Next, he unbuttons his shirt, eyes locked on you, he leaves it open as he slips off the sash, the sound fabric slipping off and you lean back in the chair as he tosses it to you and you catch it.

When he sits back down with a smirk on his face as sees you shift in your seat, next are his trousers and calf-high boots. His bare hand slides up his chest as he lets out an exaggerated moan, “Princess, shall I take you here?” When he stands leaning on the table to let his shirt slip off his shoulder, you reach out your hand for him to take and kiss the back of your hand. You grin as you get up and walk around the small tea table over to him, he stands at attention, “Shirt.”

Letting go of your hand, he turns around and one sleeve falls off his arm then another, Richard looking behind him when your hand touches the center of his back. “Princess.”

“Now you are going to be a good knight and go to my room,” Kissing his shoulder, “You are to be ready for me once I finish my tea.”

“Like this?”

“Just like this,” Your hand slid down his back then around to cup his hardening cock, “That is my order,” You want him to suffer a little, “Sir Richard.” Your other hand takes his shirt out of his hands as he shivers in delight.

“As you wish, Your Highness.” This is all part of the game.

You release him after giving him a good squeeze on his cock, the breathy moan of your name has you grinning. You are enjoying watching him walk away, he will have to find a creative way to get to your room without the servants finding him.

Then your expression goes neutral, “Agatha,” The old woman appears from behind the rose bushes.

“Yes, miss?” Agatha is the only maid, the head maid, you trust. She would help you sneak out to see your family before Richard came along. She is an old woman, who used to be a wet nurse too for the original children of the Sterlings before they went missing (a secret they were murdered).

You touch your heart, “I fear you were right about my heart.”

“Love is a powerful force, miss.” She says, “Shapeshifters are masters of drawing all types of emotions from us. It is in their nature.” The old woman had been the one to guard you as best she could from the strange man. Listening to you ramble about his behaviors and connecting him to the creature you read about from a book you bought from an oddities shop.

The truth did not get you killed, the truth got you loyalty in a house of wolves

“Did you find… What we discussed?”

“Yes, as well as I found a way to make it tasteless.”

“Good,” You sigh with a small smile on your face, “He will be my end, his hunger will kill me but my love for him will haunt him.” Looking up at your balcony, “Forever until death brings him to me.”

Agatha nods, “I pray your heart captures his before this happens, miss.”

You chuckle, “Of course.” Taking the teacup to finish it, “My thanks, Agatha. Please, take the day off if you wish.”

She bows as you gather Richard’s belongings and go inside to meet him in your room.

Though you do not enter your room immediately, you listen to him touching himself for a good minute or five through the door. Giddy as he sounds desperate for you.

The creek of your door opening didn't stop him from touching his cock, nor did the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor stop him from saying your name, but he did stop to watch you remove your dress.

Only your dress.

Oh, the gem he found in this place is dazzling. What fools they are to always leave him alone with you, it is their fault the precious daughter found love in her brother. Richard is going to laugh in their faces when he devours them!

The consequences they reap are a product of their foolishness and greed, parents are so easy to manipulate to care for the parasite they willingly adopted.

Richard is quite happy here as he found his golden ticket, he enjoyed being given a life of luxury before killing his adopted parents. Richard, the current name he is using, found shaping himself to appear similar to a missing or dead child of a family, getting him targets faster.

He is enjoying the benefits of riches until they run out, then he will destroy everything to cover his tracks before starting all over again. A perfect cycle.

“Come now, princess,” His plan however has a minor complication, though he likes surprises, “Enough teasing,” There is always the chance of a clever human seeing past his facade, “Making your knight strip all the way…” On the bed on full display for his princess to see. This is your bedroom, your sanctuary, he knows this room like the back of his hand. “It's your turn.” Begging to be granted the affection of one moral he found himself attached to.

Crawling on the bed has him twitching, you are so beautiful and deadly as a lioness.

You shake your head, “Not yet,” Kissing his cheek, “I want you to show me your devotion.” Your hand wanders his defined chest. “Do this for your princess.”

He groans as the hand on his already hard, pre cum dripping, cock starts moving at a slow pace. He wraps his arm around you as you push him against the headboards of your bed, a sharp intake of air when you bite his nipple before licking it to soothe it.

“How cruel you are, my— Agh!” You stop him mid-sentence by biting his neck, a good hard bite on the spot that makes him feel claimed. “Princess.”

“Richard, faster. Move your hand the way I do.”

“But,” If he does then he won't last long and he rather cum within the princess of his desire, “Please.” Richard knows he can simply talk his way between your legs, taste you until your mind is fuzzy, and then give you his cock. To live the fantasy of breeding a human to make more like him, to keep you forever in this fairytale illusion; you are his to keep like a dragon with his hoard.

“Is my knight denying me what I desire of him,” Words whispered into his ear, “Is my order too much for him?” Your hand goes down his naval, fingers brushing against his tamed bush of hair, his cock twitching as your fingers slide over his fingers and cock.

“N-not ah all! An-Anything you wish of me is ah yours.” Long ago he would not give you this power over him, his vice of control demanded you to behave how he saw a princess. As time went on, he found you far more willing to betray your adopted parents (both parents could not have more children and they wanted a daughter); where he enjoyed the caged benefits, you wanted freedom from those who stole you from your parents.

“Good boy.” Licking the shell of his ear before biting it, “You are so beautiful.” You moan, “Part your legs a bit wider.” He nods as he loses himself to the very drug he used on you, lust. You hush his whine when your hand moves away, then he groans when you sit on his thigh so he can feel how wet you are, “Richard.” Moaning his name as you rock your hips to grind yourself on his thigh. His eyes lock onto the sight of you, the underlings are damningly blocking his view yet adds to the scene. Your breasts bubbling over the corset you are wearing, your petticoat skirt spread out over his leg, your hands on his shoulders as leverage.

“(Name),” He wants to rip everything off of you and sink himself deep within your quim already! “Princess, please.”

“Not yet,” You say between moans, “Let me see you fall apart.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, the hand around your waist grabs your ass through the underskirt, his growling as you kiss him. You open your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The shared taste of sweets from brunch is because your knight can never say no to an opportunity to make you smile.

Anything for his princess.

His hand goes behind your head, fingers in your hair before a sharp grip, he always wants more, always more— Devour you whole so you may never part from him. You try pushing him back to breathe but he is relentless in kissing you. Richard only pulls away to bury his face in your breast as he cums all over his hand and stomach. The tremble of his body, sharp rip of fabric as the hand on your ass grows out his claws, you hiss as his fangs bite into the top of one of your breasts; you pump his cock as he tried to stop himself from cumming too much by squeezing the base of his cock.

“Stop,” Growling his want, “I need to—”

“What you need to do is please your princess.” So close, you want to cum but you need him to stop holding back. Sharp gold and red eyes look up at you, you know he is fighting to retain his visual of Richard Sterling.

“Richard!” Pinning you down on the bed with your petticoat torn off and tossed away, “Ah!” Diving between your legs not caring as you pull his hair trying to gain your control back. Instead, your hands go to your pillow and sheets as he returns the favor with his tongue.

Longer, you can feel it deep with your cunt— He is losing his shape all because of you. There is pride in that.

Your thighs squeeze against your chest, feet curved and toes curling in your shoes, you cannot keep your voice down, “Richard, Richard, Richard!” Chanting his name over and over, your hair ruined from how much you have been tossing and turning.

Richard grins when he tastes your essence spill into his awaiting mouth, drinking you as if you are made of ambrosia, consuming you until you are whimpering his name. He is out of breath, “Allow me to be inside of you once more.” Sitting up as he keeps your legs pinned down thus you as well.

You nod your head quickly.

“Say it, confess it.”

“Richard,” You are a mess, a mess in love with this monster. His eyes are still mismatched with one is gold and the other red, his hair white with the tips red like fire, his skin paler, and you want him to consume you so you never part from him. “Take me, I need you, my beloved knight.”

And he does.

The shared moan of his cock sinking into your hot cunt, the way you have become home to him. You feel complete, he is your missing half the Gods divided and had you seek out. Romantically you both believe your hearts are in sync in this moment before the high of lust demands movements.

“I love you!” Said midst of you cumming as Richard is merciless, he let himself be consumed by desire, “Richard, more!” It will never be enough, you will never have enough of him, and that should make you hate the monster.

A monster you can see the beauty of as your hands hold his shoulders, where some of his red scales are exposed. You have seen them a handful of times, mostly when he was shedding, you find them pretty like rubies.

“I love you, (Name).” The cruelest poison, it is as thick and sweet as honey, you swallow it without a second thought. Yet, the creature means it— Repeats it over and over as he changes positions to you lying on your side. One leg on the bed bent towards your chest and the other over his shoulder. One hand is on your leg while the other is rubbing your sensitive clit.

Both cumming again.

“My princess,” He groans as the position is changed again to you on all fours, hands gripping the top of your headboard, his hands on your waist as he fucks you from behind, “Just a bit more, hold on for me.” He isn't done yet as his stamina is a blessing and a curse in these moments.

The next position is one you begged for, the scene outside changing as the sun is now high in the sky, you do not want to stop. You want to keep going to forget everything painful and just stay in the illusion Richard created, be only the princess and her faithful knight.

“Richard, cum, please!” You are on his lap as he holds you, his mouth on your chest and hands on your ass to help you bounce on his cock. “I need it,” Drunk on sex makes it easier to expose parts of your yearning heart, “I want your bastard,” Sobbing as you are so close again, “You can't leave me. I won't let you.”

Richard stops you moving and pulls back to see his weeping princess, glowing from sex and her heart bare for him to see, “I will never abandon you.” He is serious as his hands touch your face as you choke out whimpers and shake your head, “My sweet princess.” Kissing your tears away, tears because though he can cum inside of you as many times as he wishes… Shapeshifters can't impregnate a human.

“I love you.” You want to believe him, he wants you to believe him.

“Show me,” Glossy eyes on his face, “Show me everything you are.” The highest form of trust to show the monster she once feared and now loves, a monster you have in your bed every night. Richard lays you down as he pulls out of you, kissing your hand as he wants you to see him completely. You place your hands over your stomach, your overused cunt leaking out the generous amount of cum he released inside of you, your eyes locked on him as sheds the final part of his false approach.

The face and body remain the same as he modeled himself into the persona of the dead son of the Sterlings, but you can see the differences between the creature and pictures of the dead son (the few that remain untouched by the knight). The decorative scales on his arms and parts of his chest, a tail that wraps your chest, and when he takes your hand to feel his cock— The barbs are different and you know it is going to be a very interesting sensation. The black tendrils leak the sticky substance of cum, there are others within the parted skin— The ungentle reminder you are bedding a monster— You find him to be the most fascinating thing in your life.

“You are the first to see this.” Groaning as you sit up and start exploring him with your mouth and hands, “Are you not—” Surprised at how you kiss him and eagerly explore him.

“Richard, if you ever think I would find you hideous, I will tie you to this bed and ride you.”

“Careful, princess, such a promise might not work in your favor.”

“I believe it will. After all, I know how to handle my knight's sword quite well.” Kissing his nose as he lets out groans as you make your point with his cock, the main tendril that has a barb-like base. “You are going to take me as if you can breed me, understand?”

“Of course, how beautiful you would be carrying our child.” A fantasy he can play into.

You appreciate him going slow but it makes the feeling of his size and barbs nearly too much, your nails scratching deep into his skin close to cutting it, he whispers the sweetest of praises and amazement at how well you are taking him. The idea of having him take you like this all the time is brought up though realistically he can't, the risk of being caught both as your brother and a monster would not end for either of you.

You cling to him desperately as the kiss shared between seals your fate to him as it did many years ago.

It is late afternoon now, Richard is awake with his fingers playing with your hair. His eyes looking up at the ceiling, you are sleeping on him sharing your warmth with him. His eyes will glance over at you from time to time, enjoying the peace sleep gives you; though his eyes would drift to your neck to where the fresh marks you will have to hide with a high collar.

The knight kisses your forehead before going back to thinking… The end will come soon.

Upon their return from holiday, these loving parents have arrangements to meet a matchmaker to marry you off. A young woman at your age is perfect and the family has already set their eyes on a young man from a family friend.

Richard met him once, he is an idiot. Perfect for them to use you to control the idiot. They believe they can simply ship you off, to take away the princess from her knight. You have no idea about this, Richard aims to keep it that way until the time is right.

Soon.

Soon you will be free and he will remain by your side until the end.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 24 days ago

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Taming Of The Princess

Ao3 cross post

Rated: Explicit | brat taming, brat!reader, fem!reader, dubcon to con, foot fetishist (its minor) (like the good Victorian man who worships you)

it's writing month! and this 3k im crying

Richard has a measure of pride when it comes to playing his role seamlessly. Flawless charming, making himself appear as a humble knight to the lovely ladies of the manor. Oh, he does not forget about men, he is quite equal when it comes to honeyed words, subtle glances, and maybe a few smiles too.

You do not like him.

Lucky Guy and you are from the same century, but you are years further ahead than him. You two are inseparable and quite bold with one another (it said the social norms in your time changed). You hug each other, playfully flirt with each other, and then there is the way you both dress.

The maid dress was at least knee length, but your attire… What was the Lady Nightingale thinking? Your body just displayed so shameless, the way your hips swayed and the collar on your neck begging him to just grab you.

A foul temptress you are to hate him and tease him.

“What the fuck, Dick!” Post-match arguments, “I told you not to go near me!” They happen to everyone, it is nothing new.

“Richard,” Correcting you, “And you were at critical, decoder. My rescue was perfect, it was your primed cipher that was lacking.”

Victor left the match dining room while Naib Subedar watched, he usually does so if anyone gets physical he can put a stop to it before it becomes a fight.

“What!? My cipher was primed when I pinged it. By the time you got Victor, Naiad abnormal it.”

“Then there is no fault—”

“No, you fucked up! You should've left me and popped the damn thing.” You say.

“The match was a loss, (Name).” Naib Subedar cuts him the second he sees your hand ball up into a fist, and slips his hand over yours, “Enough, go.” Stern, you know he wants you to go cool off.

“... Fine.” You still are side-eyeing Richard but you back up from being in his personal space to yell at him. You walk away out of the room.

“That was easier than usual.” Naib Subedar says with his back to Richard then going over to the dining table before pulling back his hood and leading on the table with his hands. Exhaustion clear in his mannerisms and tired sigh, “Don't hold it against her, Naiad has been more of a problem with how frequent being matched with her is becoming.”

Naiad; Richard has some difficulties with her when he does get put into a match with her. Most of Richard’s matches though have been with Nightmare, Fool’s Gold, and often of late Night Watch.

It is a bit arrogant of him but he likes going against the Night Watch, predictable and one who does not relent in trying to take down the knight.

“Ah, well,” Naib Subedar stretches out his back before heading out, “You should go rest before your next match.” Then the knight is left alone.

Richard is learning there is a pecking order here, an unspoken chain of command and seniority. He has no intention of playing lone wolf or trying to seem like a leader, he is a simple knight in shining armor when necessary.

Florian is interesting with his hero complex, perhaps he will be interesting to speak with about the manor.

Richard's charms have already gained him a few admirers among the ladies, a few of the male admirers too because of his feminine beauty.

Two weeks here and he has found himself enjoying himself, though your behavior towards him— Particularly the nickname is bothersome. It is terribly childish yet your guarded demeanor has been brought up twice during gatherings.

You, a quote from a day ago, “Don't trust pretty boys.”

Laughable given you were in the smoking room talking to Luca about how beautiful Joseph is with and without clothes on.

The mistrust towards him is fine, amusing when others think you are paranoid.

It is not amusing as weeks go by and he finds himself cracking at the seams when you keep pushing and pushing. And then you pushed the knight too far his true color came out… Not that anyone could fault him given the events leading up to it.

He left the match only after you were downed and you pinged that you would take the dungeon. Perhaps you should not have tested him, or maybe you should have not teased him with backhanded flirting.

Either way, the knight has a plan to deal with your behavior.

"Finally, silence," The sigh from the knight is exaggerated as he looks over his results. It took some time and being a step of you, a cunning little crow— But the fox is far more cunning.

You glare at him as your wrists are tied behind your back and are kneeling, and rope biting around your breasts as he had tied two separate pieces of room to bind your arms in place. The cloth gag was a last-minute choice as you would not shut up, he should have expected that.

"I suppose we can work on your mouth later."

Richard has you in the supply closet in the kitchens, far from the others. He has his advantage and will be using it.

"Cute." Eyeing your bedtime attire, "To think under all that uncouth behavior and improper dressing, there is a fair maiden underneath."

You struggle against your binds, you hiss as the rope keeps your legs folded biting into your skin.

"I understand you enjoy pain but I advise you not to writhe too much... Not yet." A smirk on his face was highlighted by the candelabrum in his hand.

He kneels, his gauntlet hand reaching out tracing your cheek and chin with the back of his finger, eyes admiring the beauty before him. "Cold?"

You are flustered as your nipples are perky and showing due to no bra and the nightgown is revealed by your open robe.

"Fret not, I shall provide the warmth and succor you need, dear maiden.”

The sharp metal is maneuvered with skill and expertise, you whimper with your eyes squeezing shut as his finger moves from your face. Sliding down your throat, collarbone, and reaching the top of your breast. He tugs the front of your robe to further reveal your covered breast, a smirk on his face as he teases by tracing around your nipple. You try moving but you are stuck in place because of the pipe where you can hear water flowing up.

"You once said any girl would want a knight," His voice is so calm as he pinches your nipple and tugs a bit, "I had not realized my wild little crow was a lonely princess in disguise."

You turn your head away as he toys with your nipple causing it to become harder and sore.

"You had to only request my service, my dear lady." His other hand gives your ignored other breast the same treatment with his bare hand. Not much of a difference as both sensations have you struggling not to moan.

"Such a guarded heart. A princess must protect herself when she is alone."

Your back arches towards him by reflex when he leans down enough for his hot breath to caress your nipple through the nightgown.

"You are no longer alone. I am here.”

You are going to kill him, maim him, shove a damn halberd up his knightly persona ass!

The shift to having you on his lap had you struggle then you felt his bulge from his hardening cock within those tight pants, it just had to brush against your crotch. You shiver as his mouth is on your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth even with the fake silk-like fabric. There you moaned as he made sure to be cruel and abuse your breasts to have you rocking your hips for attention elsewhere.

"Oh, how beautiful you are," He guides you to keep rocking your hips, to keep grinding on his cock and staining his pants with your dripping cunt. He grins as he knows your face hidden in the shadows is simply lovely. The pained expression as pleasure captures you without its claws.

He raises your nightgown to your waist then tucks the sides into the rope and does the same with the back.

"Naughty. Quite the lingerie to be wearing, princess."

"Fump humt!" You try back talking which gets you a slap on your exposed ass cheek by his gauntlet. You cried out in pain.

"Behave, though I serve you, you will not disrespect your knight."

You nod as if apologetically.

"Good girl." Kissing your nose, "Now, let me lay you down."

You are untied from the pipe but still helpless and now you are on the floor with wide-open legs.

Princess. The shit you do not call yourself because you are too grown for that!— Plus, you prefer being called kitten or pup, some hot and degrading when you are in the mood. Yet, from him, it sounds like a perfect fit.

You gasp as you feel his metal finger rub up and down your cunt, your partially lace panties captured his fancy. You are wet, and can't be helped with what he is doing with your breasts, his mouth back on them as he tugged your gown down to free them enough to place hickeys on the top.

You writhe and moan, head turning back and forth, back arching up when he gives more attention to your clit. The barrier of your panties protects you from cold metal but does not save you from his touches.

"That's it, so good for me, princess. It is what I am here for, to satisfy you."

The corner of your eyes builds up tears as the stimulation becomes too much. You won't be able to hold back from cumming.

And you swear he knows!

Knows and stops before you could cum, you were expecting him to then pull out his cock and just fuck you.

Oh, how wrong you are. Your knight is hellbent on ensuring his lesson is taught and understood.

He moves your panties aside before putting two fingers in his mouth to wet them before he cups your pussy. You go stiff when he tries to put two fingers in and then puts the middle finger slowly and carefully. He hushes you, finger wiggles and he groans at the way your velveteen walls are so inviting. Tight and wet, he moves it around a bit more before inserting his index finger, a second to wait for you to relax before moving. Scissoring his fingers to prepare you, enjoying searching for that spot; that spot that has any woman hysterical.

You are squirming more as you feel him searching for your demise, and you get unexpectedly loud when he does.

"Rihmrd!"

"Ah, deep right here." As he touches it again. His thumb is on your clit rubbing circles as he now has you trembling before your fall.

Over and over, just on the edge, he kept fingering you to the edge but never letting you cum.

At this point, you are crying and begging for him to just let you cum. You have forgotten about being mad at him for anything! All you want is mercy to be free of this torture!

"Has the princess learned her lesson, hm?"

You nod your head quickly.

"Understand my patience can be tested but you will reap the consequences, dear one. I can be rewarding and merciless." A dark tone you now realize he used during one of the matches where you went too far to be petty.

"You will cum soon. First, you will provide me with a taste of your nectar."

Anything he wanted he could take it with how you are burning alive with need.

Richard Sterling is a beautiful man, there is no denying that truth. So is Frederick, so is Edgar (when he isn't being an ass), and Joseph (God, he is divine).

And you have had your share of fun with them. Nothing serious, just fun.

But you do not believe this is going to be a temporary one-night stand with Richard. You fear he is going to imprint himself on you, have you crawling back to him, to be his pauper turned into a princess by his word alone.

You hate that! Hate him yet he is between your legs drinking from you while you wish you could pull on his hair— Fucking soft looking hair.

His eyes are sharp on you, locking eyes with him is a mistake as his fingers suddenly start moving at a relentless pace and his mouth is on your clit.

That was your end, seeing the damn constellation of stars with how hard you cum.

You are not going to be able to recover from this, he might have ruined you forever for another. Jerk. Asshole. Damn bastard!

"Gorgeous. Well done, princess." Then he chuckles as your glare is back but your eyes are glossy from crying. "There is no need for that."

You are a mess, hot and bothered, and extremely needy for more.

He kisses his way up to your chest then kisses your chin with the satisfaction of a cat who caught the mouse. "We are not done yet, but you know this. You aren't done either."

You huff at him though you still are floating on cloud nine of your orgasmic high. His hands carefully untied your legs, soothing them and kissing your thigh as he rubbed the numbness you were gaining away. His eyes on your face, your parted lips, your eyes that stare wide-eyed at him like a doe-eyed maiden— Though he believes a siren-eyed maiden caught in a fisherman's net.

“How tempting you are my dearest princess. It is no wonder others are enchanted by you.” His voice is so elegant and sweet in the way you imagine romance novel men sound like.

Perfect, too perfect, you are going to dig yourself further into his trap.

The other leg is untied and given the same care, but then he lifts your leg, and—Your flustered cheek hurts from how hot they are! He tosses off your slipper, his tongue sliding up the bottom of your foot up your big toe, his mouth on it— Sucking on it— before bending your knee to allow him to kiss his way up to your calf.

“Fumk ah!”

Richard attacks your breasts once more, you are helpless and honestly do not want to fight, everything he does has you lost in the ether damn pleasure. His cock is not even inside of you and you want it so badly— So badly you are saying gagged nonsense as he switches from your breasts to your neck and face. He licks your tears away, lips on your cheeks, the dark chuckle as he avoids your sweet lips.

“Shh, now, have I not been patient and merciful with you? Foregoing your reasonable punishment.”

You nod as you just want him to fuck you already.

“Of course, anything for you as you hold my heart, princess.” He rips open your nightgown with his sharp gauntlet. “I will ravish you here, upon your bed, upon mine, anywhere your shameless heart wishes.”

The kiss on your nose has you in tears, well, more tears of frustration and need. He looks at you with affection and false pity.

"Now, my princess," The cloth tugged down to hang around your neck, "Beg with that filthy mouth you like to use to berate your knight."

Oh, you do, with a sobbing cracking voice, you beg for cock. Beg and debase yourself for him to finally fuck you the only way he can possibly could give.

"Good girl." He stands up leaving on the floor looking up at him like a savior promising to soothe your misery.

"On your chest, princess, and show me your ass." Vulgar word coming from him only makes you wetter— If that is possible. You do your best while lying down and rolling over the floor, you cringe at how sticky your breasts are on the cold floor. And pushing your legs under you to display not only your ass but your glossy dripping cunt to the fire.

"Magnificent..." Then he slaps your ass from the bottom near your pussy, "A taste of what you will receive if you test me again, my princess." He enjoys your shout of pain and lust from his firm strike.

You are so happy to hear the unbuttoning of his trousers, to hear his feet moving and the thump of him dropping to his knees. Better is his gauntlet-covered hand grabs a hold of your hair as he rubs his very hard and ready cock between your lower lips, his groan when the tip of his cock catches your twitching hole.

"Richard, please! Please, my knight!" Calling to him. He pulls your hair as his other hand guides him inside the paradise he knows well.

This is the point of no return he wants you, the point where he could do anything and you will take because so long as that quim of yours in full; and he will do anything to you. The last piece of rope is a short-lived mercy as the knight yanks off your robe revealing the deep dip of your nightgown.

The growl at the sight exposing the reality of your nightwear is far more revealing than the current ones of his time, anyone could— Have— Seen you like this.

Your arms are fortunately sore but not numb, your hands scrambling to grab onto anything as he moves at a fast and brutal pace— It hurts yet it is amazing! You cannot shut up, moaning and saying his name, you do not care if anyone passing back hears.

Richard just must not stop, never stop, you say it to beg him to not stop fucking you so damn good.

“That's it, perfect, princess.” Sounding equally as affected by this, by him thrusting into you like a rutting mutt.

“Richard! I'm so ah close!” It is too much yet not enough, “More, everything, please!” Broken sentences of desperation, the laugh behind you as he lays upon your back covering your body. All you feel is him, all you smell is him, all you want is him. His hand goes between your legs, you lose your voice as he rubs your sensitive cilt bringing about your end.

It doesn't stop even with you black out for a second, he keeps going with you on your back and him holding your legs together over his shoulder. He looks so handsome like this; his eyes shine with his fulfilled promise of sin, and his swollen bottom lip from biting down on it, the sweat on his forehead as he gives you everything. You cum once more but now with him, the sensation of his cum filling you up reminds you how grateful you are unable to get pregnant in this cursed manor.

The only good thing about this place, is no more menstrual cycles (though the ovation horniness is still there) and no pregnancies.

You both are out of breath, eyes locked on one another, he doesn't pull out. Richard parts and rests your legs down before kissing you, your legs lock him close as he starts touching you again and you fight to get his clothes off.

Richard finds him enjoying your “bratty” behavior, he gets to see how far you go to get the attention you want from him. It has its time and place, and yes it is childish, but he finds that so long as he has you over his knee— Well, you are inspired to behave for a while.

“Princess.” Kissing your hand as he finds you in the library putting away some of the books you borrowed, “Are you preoccupied at the moment?”

“No, why?” Placing the last book back, “Dick!” He pushed you against the wall-mounted bookshelf with both your hands against the shelf.

“Knight or Richard.”

“No Daddy or my Lord?” Being your usual self, “Is my Lord in a good mood if he is wearing his armor.” Winking at him. You like the Red Knight armor set though it is a pain in the ass to get it all off— Not that you want it off of him immediately!

“He is but her highness should address me as ‘sir’ for I am only her,” Sliding down onto his knees, “Modest knight.” You keep your hands in place as you watch him enjoy the benefits of you wearing a summer dress, one you usually wear to tea with Emma and Melly.

“Here?”

“Here.”

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