#ftm royalty kink

[ftm-fox-prince]

Love the idea of being a pretty prince consort to a powerful king, I don’t do much apart from warm his majesty’s bed and take his cock every night.

I’m expected to be on the bed when he returns to our chambers, dressed in soft lingerie and golden jewels that frame my body perfectly, with my legs spread so he can breed his little husband all night.

He loves me of course, and I know I have him wrapped around my finger. All i have to do is be his cocksleeve as many times as he wants, and I get anything I ask for.

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[babyboy-angel]

any prince looking for a knight? i swear i'll serve you so well (will fuck you until your sheets are soaked, your legs numb, until you're covered in bite marks and scratches, will make you cum until you physically can't anymore, will send you lustful gazes in public and grope your ass in empty corridors, will make you scream until you lose your voice)

[iluvtboytummy]

Thinking about being a prince again with my personal knight.

Using him to set an example to the other guards, making him do humiliating things to prove his dedication to me. Sit on his knees in front of me, kiss my boots, say degrading things, all so the other guards know exactly how to prove their loyalty to me.

Then, later in the night, when we are alone, he bends me over and punishes me for embarrassing him in front of his peers. He fucks me hard to remind me how he's really the one in charge, and it's all for appearances.

[xochimillilili]

Watching as the pretty little prince falls apart and his eyes glaze over with just a simple caress of my fingers between the wet drippy folds of his royal pussy

Such a good boy~ Biting onto his crown as to not alert the guards... to try to hide his sweet moans and whines as I fuck his tight cunt~

[porcelainpillowprince]

not sure why the royalty kink specifically is hitting so hard today but HRRRGGGHHHHH......

i'm so split between two ideas

i need my knight to do as i say. ordering them to be as rough with me as possible. listening to their moans as they ravish the crown prince. telling them that they're my property and have no right doing anything outside of my orders. follow my orders or suffer the consequences. i'll show you who really has all the power here.

OR

i need my loyal knight and sworn protector to fuck me til my stupid crown hits the floor. show me who i really belong to, tell me im yours. please oh please teach me a lesson about trying to command you mr. big strong knight. show me who has all the strength here and how easy it is for you to overpower me.

[puppy-pie]

Got hard as fuckkkk last night imaging being the servant, butler, etc that sorta thing to some rich asshole prince. I was imagining being just his little toy, all my actions completely up to his will.

I kept imagining I was being rode and cock warmed by him, his pussy clamping down on me, all clenching and warm and wet. Kept thinking about him pulling my hair, wrapping his hands around my throat, telling me I better not cum inside him, my cum isn’t worthy of his womb. He made me thank him for not letting me cum. He kept telling me all about how THIS, being inside his cunt in general, was a privilege not many of his servants even get. That I should be thankful for his graciousness. I kept having to tell him “thank you for your graciousness, my lord”, “thank you for not letting me cum, my prince.” As I thrust up into into him. Every time I was close he went faster, trying to make me break and cum anyways.

After an eternity of edging, breaking me, he let me cum. Finally letting me cream his tight little hole, telling me “Go ahead, fill me up then, since it seems to be all you’re good for!” And ohhhhh my god did I. Squirted all over my sheets. Afterwards he’d make me clean him all, all nice and tidy with a warm rag as I sat disheveled, our messes still covering my body.

I don’t know WHY it made me cum as hard as I did, but ohhhhh it did.

[ftm-fox-prince]

Thinking about palace mutt being an official title within a court.

Either the monarch or the heir has a top, a sub top obviously that’s only job is to provide them pleasure.

They aren’t the consort, they aren’t good enough for that, but they do have an official title, meaning that any children born from the union between them and the royal will be legitimate heirs. But they are simply a toy.

They wear a chastity cage, only allowed to cum when it pleases the royal.

Around their neck is a collar that they wear proudly, encrusted with jewels to show their title.

Idk just some more of my hard dom prince thoughts

[princeboycunt]

knight so into caretaking for their sickly prince that they begin babying him and helping him bathe and clothe himself and eventually they get handsy during those times. nooo im taking care of you. what are you talking about. and the knight's hand lingers a little too long on his thigh because they cant resist. its against their oath but it feels so good to do.

[babyboy-angel]

you don't understand i want to be a dainty little prince so bad and have a hot knight grab me roughly and pin me against the wall when no one is watching, littering kisses and bite marks on my jaw, neck and shoulders before leaving me a wobbling mess in the hallway

[transalphabf]

1000th Post - My Prince

Your kingdom had been at battle for ten years now, starting when you were but a child, you didn't know why or how it started, but the war with the neighbouring kingdom had been long and bloody. The enemy had cut swathes of land apart until they were finally at your door.

A general entered the throne room, where you stood as the last member of the royal family left in the kingdom. Your mother had fled to her home nation, your father cut down in battle, sisters had gone with marriages elsewhere or with your mother.

You, the crown prince, remained. You held your head high as you were surrounded by the filthy animals that had taken your land.

These wolf warriors, as they were known in their own kingdom, with their foul Lupine Lord were not justified in what they did, in battling your people over false claims.

You snarled and snapped when they came too close, but otherwise didn't move. You were their captive already, they had no right to touch you.

Then, their King entered. They all fell onto one knee as he swept into the room.

His dark eyes drank you in, and he approached you without fear, markings along his face indicative of his fur markings when he transformed. It was an unsightly thought, that a man could shift his skin into that of an animal's.

He showed no fear as he drew close to you, taking hold of your face in one of his large, calloused hands. You thrashed and tried to hit him, but he took hold of your hand when you tried to strike him.

"You will be my bride, and we will end this war now. No more blood need be shed because your people are pelt hunters." He commanded. You felt your blood drain from your face. Forced marriage? Yes, it would save your people, but you didn't want to be his bed warmer...

He growled lowly, and you felt yourself whine in response, his hand tightening around your throat.

"We will be married now, in the way of my people, meaning you'll be bound to me. We will have a public ceremony later." He instructed, and the warriors and generals around you whistled and hooted in their lewd, filthy joy as their king pushed you towards the throne, your father's throne, the throne that would have been yours.

They'd all watch as he took your virginity right there. You kicked as he tugged at your trousers, exposing your cunt to the cool air of the room.

The watchers howled with excitement. The king grinned wolfishly, not having known you were able to bear his children. He wouldn't even need to make the effort to prep you. You thrashed in his grip as he gripped your hair and bent you over the arm of the throne, your hands gripping at the other arm to prevent your face being smashed against the wood as he began to rub at your cocklet, the sensation of pleasure making you gasp and arch up instinctively, not expecting such a feeling to be caused by someone else. It felt different to when you rubbed yourself in the darkest hours of the night.

He then brushed something large and hot against your thigh, smearing wetness against you as you began to fight again.

Then, his thick, hot cockhead pressed into your untouched cunt, sheathing every last inch into you without waiting for your body to adjust to the invasion. You cried out as the tip kissed something deep inside of you, and as the king began to move inside of you, leaning down to huff against your throat.

"You're so fucking tight, my prince. You're going to bear me a whole litter of pups, and you're going to love it. I can tell already, your cunt is so desperate that you're dripping with need already." He taunted, before humping into you roughly, the soldiers jeering, some of them rubbing their cocks as they watched you.

The sounds being forced out of your slutty body embarrassed you, because you sounded so desperate for the way the king was using you. He was pressing against everything inside of you, and your traitorous body was loving it. You could feel something building inside of you as he continued drilling you.

Something began to swell at the base of his cock when it pressed into your cunt. Your eyes went wide as you realised the rumours that their cocks were wolfish... were entirely true. And you were going to hang off of his knot like a common bitch.

You began to fight again, trying to break free, which just made him moan and growl against you, and his cock throb and feel bigger as he pounded you harder.

"That's it, fight back, makes you go so tight on my cock." He taunted, before something inside of you gave way, and your whole body tightened up as you came on his thick, invading cock, which in turn caused his knot to be pressed deep inside of you and swell up, locking his cock inside of you, the tip pressed against something deep within - your cervix - as he began to pump you full of his thick, hot cum, spurt after spurt of his potent seed ensuring that you'd bear his heirs.

The kingdom was taken.

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[iluvtboytummy]

Imagining a vampire lord having me on my knees in front of him as he sits on his throne. He has me lay my head against his knee and pets my head, mainly so he can do something with his hands. Between meetings, he has me suck his tdick, and when I've done a good enough job, he'll hold my chin with his claws and let me hump mine against his leg.

[horny-transmasc-posting]

We've all heard the "knight x bratty prince who he tames" scenario but I'm here to offer:

Bratty prince who fully gets away with it.

The knight adores him, feels unworthy to even lay a finger on him. Protests of how inappropriate this whole situation is muffled when the prince shoves the knight's face into his crotch telling him to get to work. The prince pushing the knight down onto his throne and the knight fighting the urge to guide his head down further when he starts to take his cock into his mouth because after all, that's his prince he couldn't possibly use force against him.

The solemn knight there to protect the prince falling apart under his touch and holding in moans as the prince demands that he fuck him.

[whensecretsrise]

“I am the prince,” you huff. Your cheeks are rose bright in fury and embarrassment.

“Then start acting like it,” your knight grunts. He presses one hand over your mouth. The calluses are hard against your soft lips. His other hand tugs down your pants.

He has you pinned against the side of your bed. You couldn't move if you wanted to. Those thick, calloused fingers dip into your center, coming back wetted with your arousal. At his touch you nearly collapse.

“My prince, you're practically dripping. Let's get you out of those clothes before you ruin them.” He takes his hand off your mouth and begins stripping you as easily as he would doff his own armor.

“You can't treat me like this,” you hiss. Anger makes you want to dig your nails into him and leave thick raised lines behind.

As you spoke he had stripped himself bare as well. “Stop me then.” He pushes your chest, causing you to topple backwards onto your blankets. He parts your thighs. “Give the order. Command me, and I will stop.”

You snarl at him even as a shiver of desire rolls through you. He smirks. It's an easy thing to step between your knees, to return a hand to your mouth and lean his weight on you so that you're firmly held against the mattress. His other hand reaches for your center again. He slicks his fingers, pumping them in and out of you, smiling at your muffled moans. When he turns those fingers to the head of your cock you jolt as if struck by lightning. No one had ever touched you there. And here he was, thick fingers toying with you, stroking you like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. That, perhaps, was the thing that unraveled you the fastest. You arched your back, hips canting up to meet his hand as your orgasm rushed through you. In that moment you were thankful that his hand was over your mouth after all.

Your knight grins and pulls his hands back. Once you've caught your breath he speaks. “Order me to stop. This will be the last chance I give you tonight. Order me or submit and be my plaything to use to get pleasure however I see fit. Command me to stop, or give up being the prince with me for just one night.”

You glare up at him from the bed. “Don't you dare stop.”

[hush-writes-preg]

Spooky Season Day #6: An Unholy Tome

Your father had always warned you of the danger of reading, but you'd never taken him seriously until this very day.

You're the young monarch of a small kingdom deep within the mountains. You'd been married to a king over a decade your senior as a way to solidify political alliances, and while your relationship was cordial, it'd never been particularly warm. The king seemed to hold little interest in members of your gender, but he still came to your bed like clockwork with the clinical intent to sire an heir. You endured it, because what other choice did you have? He had staff to cater to all of your whims and was never unkind, so you could have done much worse.

But still, you couldn't help but feel... neglected. You had needs, even if you didn't fully understand them, and no one with which to explore or satisfy them.

At least, not until you found the book.

Tucked in among your wedding gifts had been a slim volume wrapped in gilded leather, filled with strange things. You couldn't read the text, but the illustrations-- oh, those illustrations. Fantastic creatures of every size and shape were drawn in exquisite detail, not a single aspect missing the artist's trained eye.

It felt scandalous to gape at the familiar yet still alien shapes of their genitalia, but no matter how many times you slammed the book shut in mortification and hid it away, you always dug the tome back out. You always returned to a select handful of the pages, wondering why they made you feel so warm. If only you had someone to ask-- but as the king's foreign consort, you didn't have anyone you could trust with such an intimate query.

Then the dreams began.

And you quickly came to realize what that strange heat meant.

The monsters invaded your dreams like the fabled barbarians of the plains, swift and brutal. They chased you like a wolf hunting a rabbit, harrying your nude form through endless torch-lit corridors and toying with you until you could run no more. But instead of tearing out your throat, they flipped you onto your hands and knees. The horrible realization of what they intended crashed over you and choked off your cries of terror, leaving you frozen and trembling.

One of them mounted you like a beast on the hard stone floor. Thick shafts, tentacles, and appendages you couldn't even name flowed over your body with possessive intent, enveloping and fondling you in ways you'd never been touched before. Terror began to fuse with other things you couldn't name, similar to what you'd felt when gazing at that filthy book: heat, hunger, and a baffling emptiness between your thighs. Even while claws scraped over your skin, you wanted... you wanted...

"Accept us," a discordant voice rose from nowhere, countless voices layered over one another and ringing in your ears. Something nudged purposefully against your hole, teasing you with a taste of what your tormenter offered without truly entering you. Something hot and wet stroked its way down your neck until it curled around a nipple, plucking at the hardening nub until you whimpered. "Your body pleases us. Welcome us in, and we will overwhelm you with the kind of pleasure you'll never receive from your own kind."

You choked on a sob, your hips jerking instinctively back to meet the promised intrusion even as you shook your head. This wasn't right. You're married, and you had undeniable responsibilities to your husband and kingdom. Not to mention the fact that this thing at your back wasn't even human--

The shaft kissing your hole pulsed and began to vibrate, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head.

"This is only a dream, little human," the voice taunted, its appendages winding even more closely around you. "There's no harm in indulging in a simple fantasy, is there?"  There was a hint of menace behind the voices, sure, but it only seemed to stoke the flames in your belly even higher as your willpower began to melt away. "All you have to do is let us in."

Your hole clenched around nothing, eager to suck in anything that would fill it. You'd never felt like this before, and you didn't know how to handle the sensations crashing over you. How could such horrifying monsters make your body burn so hot?

What am I accepting?

Do I even care?

With a moan, you hesitantly spread your thighs in silent permission to the creature.

"Accept. Us."

"Yes," you whimpered, dropping your face to the floor in shameful submission. "Enter me. Ease this ache inside of me before I go mad, please!"

The beast's savage roar of victory nearly made you empty your bladder, but the sudden thrust of something impossibly hard and thick into your aching body immediately drove the fear away. The hulking creature wasted no time in fucking your soft, pampered body into the flagstone floor with all of the abandon of a wild animal. All you could do was hang on and take it. And when it finally finished inside of you, the sudden surge of wet heat painting your insides sent you tumbling over the edge of your very first orgasm.

Oh gods. Oh gods. This dream... sex couldn't possibly feel so good, could it? Pleasure that wiped your mind and left you feeling like you'd transcended to another plane of existence?

Sweaty, dazed, and leaking fluids from your freshly-fucked hole, all you could do was watch as the next creature moved to take its place at your back. Something cooler and more flexible slid into your sloppy hole this time, knobby protrusions along the length catching on the rim before popping inside. And how many more beasts waited along the edges of your vision for their turn?

Oh.

As the bumped shaft started to find its own rough rhythm, you deliriously found yourself hoping that this dream would never end.

It's been over seven months since your first experience with the dreams, and as promised, they fill your nights with untold pleasure. But there's been an unexpected complication.

You've fallen pregnant.

Your husband's kingdom is ecstatic with the news of the coming heir, his family embracing you with more kindness and attention than they ever have before. Your spouse is pleased, though he stopped bedding you the moment your condition became known.

Not that you mind. His disinterested late-night fumbling bores you; you'd much rather drift off to sleep and find satisfaction in the coils and claws of your imaginary lovers.

But as your pregnancy progresses, you can't help but wonder what has spawned in your womb. It seems foolish to imagine that the father could possibly be anyone but your husband, right? In reality, you've only ever entertained the king's attentions. The monsters aren't real. They haven't actually filled you with their seed, no matter how often they've left you sore and bloated from the sheer volume they've poured into you during your fantasies. You can't have been bred by figments of your imagination.

Yet still you find yourself plagued by apprehension. Your belly grows with unexpected speed, filling out into a taut sphere that hangs heavily from your frame. Your mother-in-law is sure this means you carry more than one child and begins taking every opportunity she can to rub your abdomen. This embarrasses you, but you don't feel like you can tell her no.

The midwife isn't as sure; she cautions your in-laws that you could just be carrying large for your first pregnancy. You can tell that she is puzzled by how quickly you've grown, since she's been attending you since your wedding in hopes of helping you conceive. At least you get along well, and she seems to be genuinely on your side. The last thing you need is someone suspecting you of trying to cuckold the king.

Because as much as logic dictates that such thoughts are foolishness, you still struggle against disquiet.

Maybe it is borne of guilt for being unfaithful to your husband, at least in your mind.

Maybe it has to do with the obvious pleasure that the dream-creatures take in fucking your gravid royal form.

Or maybe it is because of the way your belly sometimes moves, writhing and shifting like a bag full of eels. The baby's just active, right? It's not like you could possibly be carrying the offspring of some unnatural monster in your womb.

Of course not.

(A Spooky Season story.)

[femboyfertility]

A prince who isn't that much of a fan of jewelry receives an amulet from a fellow royal, saying how it will lessen the stressors of living with such high status. Little does the poor prince know that the moment they put it on, they'll be made into a mindless slut who only thinks about how they can whore themself out to their subjects...

[yournxxdypuppy]

Oh what i would do to be spoiled little prince, my cunt stretched around my knights cock, as Im already covered in his lovemarks...♡

To have every inch of my skin be worshipped and not just because im wealthy or royalty...♡

Instead its out of pure admiration and need that they feel for me and want to make me feel good...♡

Fuuuuckkkk just let me cum on a knights cock, only to be fucked in my princely pillows after..♡