#more-than-a-princess musings

[more-than-a-princess]

14. What is the most annoying fact or trait or fanon that is attached to your muse and bothers you?

More Munday Questions - Accepting!

So, I received this question twice for this meme and I'm going to answer them separately. Mostly as after writing this muse for over five years now and writing text-based roleplay for over two decades, I've had a lot of time to think about this.

But for this specific ask, I'm going to focus on the Sonia Nevermind-specific things that bother me about her character and the fanon interpretation, while I'll leave some of the tropes that get attached to this muse for the next one.

Finally, if you haven't played any of the Danganronpa games: Spoilers ahead for everything.

So, in no particular order:

The idea that Sonia is stupid/dumb/an idiot. I absolutely hate this take for one reason: she's not. She's sheltered, there is a difference.

Sonia cannot have all the skills that even the canon insists she have without being pretty smart, at least on an intellectual level. She has some degree in fluency in thirty languages, alongside knowledge in a variety of academic subjects as well as military training and diagnostic medicine.

Does she get phrases and slang mixed up? Absolutely. But Japanese isn't her first language. It probably isn't even her fifth language, at least in my headcanons for her. And she's learned colloquial Japanese through anime, dramas, and film: not much in the way of practical, conversational skills.

Is she a bit naive? Absolutely. But again, she's sheltered: she's grown up in a castle where her every need was seen to, before attending the most exclusive private school in her country where she was, in the eyes of the students and staff, a celebrity.

Now, she's a little bit stupid when it comes to someone having genuine feelings for her (unlike Kazuichi's tendency to put her on a pedestal for superficial reasons) and she can't cook, clean, play/sing music, or draw/paint for the life of her. But she's not an idiot. She's actually pretty intuitive when it comes to other people, and she relishes in learning something new every day.

The idea presented in free time events that Sonia would happily share an equal amount of power and authority over Novoselic with Hajime simply because he looks like the hero of Novosonian lore.

I hate this scene so much. Out of every Sonia scene in every game, I despise this one the most. Because it reads, to me, that she's just sitting around waiting for a hero to save her because god forbid Kodaka and Danganronpa give women any real power, real agency, or anything to do with their lives that doesn't revolve around a man in this franchise, often the protag/hero (and yes I will still argue this applies in UDG even with Komaru as the protag). It's already been pretty well-established that this series sucks at depicting female characters for the most part (to the point they couldn't even allow for a female protag in V3 without killing her off. I would have loved to see the game fully through Kaede's eyes instead of Shuichi's for many reasons!), but this particular Sonia scene takes the cake for me.

Therefore, I refuse to acknowledge it exists and will choose instead to write Sonia as a woman who, while being born into her role as heir to the throne, will do everything in her power to make it feel rightfully earned and not relinquish it to anyone.

That Sonia should have died in the simulation because she's seen as useless compared to the other survivors.

Nope nope nope. Sonia may not be one for physical combat or hands-on technical skills, but that doesn't make her useless. She is clever and she is compassionate, and those two things are very important to hold onto as the survivors rediscover their hope and the desire to break out of the simulation and live.

Also Kodaka was a chickenshit who didn't let her actually use a tank, despite sharing the fact she has military training. Lame. Waiting for the terrible OVA to actually show Sonia using any of her skills was a poor choice (but it blessed us with icons).

That Sonia is a waste because she comes between/interrupts a Kazuichi/Gundham (Soudam) romance and therefore must be made evil/killed off/removed in some other fashion from the series.

Ah, another fandom take that makes me grimace.

Listen, I lived through the Gundam Wing years and have been a Relena fan since I was a young teenager. I went through it in that fandom and I've gone through it in Danganronpa.

There is enough space for every ship in every fandom. You don't need to vilify a character to make your ship 'valid.' Especially if that character happens to be female. Personally, I'm not a big fan of Soudam myself (I just don't see the chemistry there tbh!) but I'll never harass or shame other fans who enjoy it. Yet I've seen a lot of misogyny where Sonia is concerned by avid Soudam fans, declaring Sonia being romantically involved with either Gundham or Kazuichi is boring at best, disgusting at worst.

For shippers who think like this, do better.

[soniclozdplove]

Adding to the Trolls au idea, Branch is still... well... he's still Branch. The main difference is that it isn't music itself he hates and, while he doesn't like how loud Poppy and the other trolls are, he doesn't blame music and singing for killing his grandmother. He blames himself.

He is a man who is born on the stage and destined to perform, but is too scared to do so in public because every time he'd done so before, it led to disaster. He sang with his brothers for their biggest concert ever, and they immediately left him. He sang for his grandmother, and she gets eaten by a Bergan. And if Chef finds them during the 20-year anniversary party, you can bet Branch will probably find a way to blame himself because he gave into the temptation and allowed himself to sing again.

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Whenever I finish the new STP routes, I should rank them on how much emotional damage they gave me I'm sure that would have no repercussions whatsoever

[yeonban]

Send ✶ and I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

@cinderlynx asked: ✶ tobias ? per chance ?

A Tobias detail that's come to my notice recently is how, when he uses a nickname for someone, it's always intended with a double meaning. People tend to view it as purely sarcasm which it partly is, but nothing is ever that clean-cut and obvious with Tobias, he thinks far too much to end up saying things that are easy to comprehend by everyone. 🚬 In Ash's case, the most often used nicknames are "sunshine" and "princess" (alongside the related 'your highness/majesty'); with "sunshine" doubling as both a deeply ironic petname given how grumpy the guy is most of the time, but also as his role in Tobias' life— Tobias used to be bored more times than he can count, and his life was pretty bleak and repetitive, but ever since Ash stepped into it it's become much brighter and livelier, to the point Tobias finds himself glad to still be alive if only because he gets to spend one more day with Ash.

As for "princess", it's a nickname clearly laced with hints of sarcasm considering the life Ash's been forced to lead, but it simultaneously shows the sort of life Tobias wants to give Ash from here on out. A life worth a royal, except different from Dino's concept of it in the sense that while they both offer Ash material things, Tobias also wants Ash to be rid of the stress and worries that keep plaguing him— a life of luxury, comfort and happiness, with the certainty that he'll have everything he wants at his beck and call as soon as he wants it, just like a real prince/ss would. This even includes Tobias making changes to his own lifestyle to better cater to Ash's preferences— slightly less reckless, far less flirtatious with others, even more careful with his words when bringing Ash up in conversations (i.e instead of saying 'I'll do [x] if Ash wants it', he's more likely to say ' Ash told me a while back that he'd like to [x]... maybe I should do [x] after all.' since this minimal change in phrasing is bound to avert many worst-case scenarios in which people might try to pressure/persuade Ash just to ensure that Tobias will do what they want, and instead by phrasing stuff this way, chances are that people (whether they do or don't personally know Ash) will start appreciating Ash far more without him even doing anything), so on and so forth!

[the-ultimate-muses]

@more-than-a-princess liked for a cowboy C:|3 (X)

While he'd heard whispers through the barn that morning, people being even worse than clucking hens at times when it came to gossip, Colt himself wasn't all the surprised to hear the princess was seen around the horses. Horses and royalty went together just as well as they did with cowboys, not to mention that just because she was a princess, that didn't mean she couldn't have intersts some might feel out of place for one of such high standing.

He'd given her a nod and a 'howdy' in greeting as he passed by on the way to his horse; a large, but rather skittish brown Appalooa stud that eyed this new person warily, albeit while stanidng closer to Sonia than it would most other strangers, making Colt wonder just how long she'd been standing there.

He'd had a thought while saddling up his horse, praticed hands working on their own while the cowboy stared off in the distance over his horse, that maybe she had horses back home and was missing them, just as he had when first arriving, before he'd gotten the school to allow him to keep Flicker on the grounds. And that? That just wouldn't do.

"You lookin' t' ride, missy? I'll let ya borrow Flicker here, or my baby sister's got a mare over yonder." A head nod at a small, black and white painted horse a short distance away that was hooving at some grass, it's shiny white mane and tail done up in braids and tied off with bright yellow ribbons. "She's got a bit more spirit, but somethin' tells me you won't have no problem tamin' 'er. I'd bet my best hat that equine's in yer blood just as it is mine."

[spiderwarden]

The fact that it’s not normal for Drow Noble Mothers to personally breast feed their own babies, and Minthara’s mother not only fed her, herself, but protected her from the assassination attempt with her own body. Just confirms for me that Minthara is her mothers ‘little rune’ (aka mommy’s little junior).

[more-than-a-princess]

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 2024:

Any muses/fandoms you wish people would stop writing?

Is there anything you're excited to do this year?

What Are We Leaving Behind in 2024 - Accepting!

Ooh, I've been asked another hot/spicy take question today.

Any muses/fandoms you wish people would stop writing?

First, let me preface this with the following: everyone is allowed to write what they want. I don't actually wish people would stop writing anything.

However, I'd phrase this as: series/muses/themes I do not want to interact with due to lack of interest or I just dislike the series/characters that much.

Does that make sense?

Carrying on.

The biggest themes I don't want to write and will not choose to engage with on this blog is fantasy, particularly high/medieval fantasy with a bunch of magic powers. There's nothing wrong with the genre! I, like Sonia, actually read a bunch of romantic fantasy and enjoy it. It's just that Sonia is not a medieval/fantasy princess, and I think some muns who stumble across my blog see princess in the title and assume that's the flavor of storyline I provide over here.

There's plenty of muses who are that sort of royal, but I do not enjoy writing Sonia in that context. Contemporary slice of life? Of course. Historical-inspired verses? There's a few centuries that I like placing Sonia in based on how history has advanced. Sonia is much more Gossip Girl, Bridgerton, The Royals series from E!, and Tatler than she is Game of Thrones.

She's not fantasy. She's not a fantasy/medieval/magic power-wielding princess. I don't even like doing damsel in distress or arranged marriage that much with her, unless I've plotted with the mun beforehand and feel comfortable writing that content with them. Putting Sonia in a situation where she constantly needs to be rescued and/or is subjugated to serve someone, particularly a man because she's his legal property, gives me some very big icks.

We ain't doing that over here.

In the same vein, talking animals are also a no-go for this blog. And as much as Sonia loves the supernatural, beings like demons, ghosts, vampires, etc. are on a case-by-case basis. Even if Sonia wants to flirt with the hot vampire/demon willing to bite her-

For series I have no interest writing in/writing AUs for:

Anything Vivziepop/Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Attack on Titan

Genshin Impact/Honkai. I have never played these games and never will.

My Hero Academia

JJK

Demon Slayer

Naruto

DragonBall anything

most things that qualify as isekai

Game of Thrones (as mentioned above)

If it belongs in a D&D game I don't have any interest in writing it

Harry Potter (This was my first RP fandom 20+ years ago, actually, but I cannot separate art from artist now. Wizard Lady sucks and everything she stands for sucks.)

As far as characters go, I'll keep my list to Danganronpa characters that, if given a choice, I'd prefer not to interact with. If you have a multi, I will probably pick any other DR muse available to write with, or a different series or OC, than the muses on this list. It's a combination of interaction burnout with these specific muses or I have such a strong dislike for them personally and it tends to seep into my portrayal:

Nagito Komaeda

Kokichi Ouma

Miu Iruma

Korekiyo Shinguji

Hajime Hinata, Shuichi Saihara, and Junko Enoshima are a case-by-case basis: I enjoy some dynamics with these characters but others I just don't care to write. Despair verses mostly, but I tend not to choose those anyway and prefer to reference them as past events in post-Despair verses. For Hajime and Shuichi specifically, it's more just fatigue and burnout with these muses: I get the protags and antags of DR 2 and V3 thrown at me pretty often in the past 5.5 years I've had this blog (everyone forgets about DR1 now sadly).

There's so many characters in Danganronpa, I wish more of them were represented in the tumblr RPC!

Is there anything you're excited to do this year?

RP wise? Keep trucking on with what I'm doing and hopefully start some new long-term threads and interactions too. I'm just not sure which mutuals are up for crafting something, either by plotting or winging it.

Outside of RP? I'm working on yet another dream costume for conventions this year! I'm finally doing one of Marie Antoinette's gowns from Rose of Versailles, and updating my Oscar costume as well because get you a woman who can do both. I'm also excited for a historical formal ball I'm attending in March as Penelope from Bridgerton (though I want to go to a proper Bridgerton ball eventually, and another ACOTAR/book ball! I have outfit options!).

And besides that, I gifted my husband a trip for Christmas to Universal Orlando Resort this October for the two of us! We're going to spend a week checking out everything new at the parks (barring Wizard Lady stuff: we refuse to pay for food and merch from those parts of the parks, even if part of our ticket admission lines her pockets, which is still annoying) from the past 6 years or so, especially Epic Universe and Super Nintendo World. He's a huge fan of Nintendo so that was the driving force behind the plan: we'll spend most of our Epic Universe day in that area of the park while venturing out to Dark Universe and Isle of Berk a little bit. And we're also doing Halloween Horror Nights as we're both huge horror fans! I can't wait to learn what the houses will be this year.

[psychcdelica]

@more-than-a-princess replied: "What is the matter with such urges? Is there no one that you would like to be touched by, Yukizome-sensei?"

Well of course there is, not that she would admit it out loud to her precious students. "There are no issues with them Sonia-chan, it's more singing about them."

[starsweepers]

i keep about pages relatively updated but you could not pay me to keep verses updated

[sexellency]

NSFW HCs

INCLINATIONS/HABITS: is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time  | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

BODY/APPEARANCE: small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | stocky build | chubby | fat | boxers | briefs | boxer-briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9“ in length | 10” or over in length

SOUNDS: is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

TURN-ONS/KINKS: having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshiped | worshiping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging their partner | whipping | being whipped | none of the above

PLACES: in a bedroom | in a shower / bath | in a pool/ocean | in a kitchen | in a bathroom (home) | in a bathroom (public) | in a car | in a tent | in an alleyway | in a field / forest | at a school| in an empty / abandoned building | in a library | on a rooftop / terrace | in a dressing room | in an elevator | in a parking lot | at a museum | at a cemetery | at a beach | in a closet | at a hospital

Stole from: sintied bc it looked like a good source of quick info

[royalreef]

(( Still forever funny to me how much Miranda hates all other aquatic muses. You may think the fish would get along with other fish, but no. She just gets territorial. The only safe option is to give her someone as far removed from everything she knows as possible.

[the-ultimate-muses]

@more-than-a-princess liked for a starter! (X)

Physical affection wasn't something Gundham sought out very often, at least that's what most people would assume. It wasn't that he didn't like to be touched, he was simply very choosey in who he allowed to touch him. He was much like a stray cat, knowing how cruel the world could be from living within it's darkest depths firsthand, he was slow to open up until it was proven he could without consequence.

Because of this, it was perhaps a surprise when the rather tired looking breeder had tipped forwards into the princess the moment they were away from prying eyes, his forehead coming to rest on her shoulder with hands just barely at her waist, waiting for permission to touch. "My apologies, She-Cat. I find that life upon this mortal plane has been most taxing to this vessal as of late. May we...stay like this, just for a moment?"

[from-the-notebook]

Alise tags

[coreofgold]

Scary Godmother tag drop!

You didn’t think tree leaves changed on their own did you? (Scary Godmother interacts)

The part faerie and part witch of Halloween (Scary Godmother muses)

You have wrecked my snack table insulted my broommates made a mess of my house and stuck me for twelve pizzas! (Harry the Werewolf)

When it comes to Halloween night I love nothing more than to roll the bones at a good party. (Skully Pettibone)

A monster under your bed (Bug-a-boo)

Someday I'll be a movie star-princess-veterinarian-astronaut-ballerina. With a pony (Hannah Marie)

[dcviated]

@more-than-a-princess replied to your post “Wylan has appeared! What to do? Punish Leave Take...”:

Sonia takes a picture. She hardly ever sees him so peaceful, she wants to preserve the memory. As much as she likes his scheming and humor, she loves seeing him content, too.

...Wylan could snap up and do something silly. Take control of the moment. He wants to. It's what he usually does. But the tiny little peek through his eyelid while 'napping' reveals Sonia is by all accounts way too happy about this. The smile he catches is one of those genuine ones. Self-satisfied. Victorious. Don't take that from her.

...

.......geh.

"C'mon, aren't you done yet? ...this is embarrassing. What's so special about taking a photo of me sitting like this anyway? Wouldn't it be better if I was like..." Wylan reaches up and sprawls out, messy like a cat, over the length of the bench. "This??"

"Wait....I was making a face. Wasn't I."

[berrryparfait]

take my cock, milady ! ˖𓂃 .⚜ ݁˖

♥︎ ︎ featuring: servant! caleb, sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier x countess! fem-afab!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: you are the beloved countess of a prosperous noble family, cherished for your innocence and grace. but no one is perfect, for in a secluded room at tonight’s social ball, something rather ungraceful is unfolding…

❝ but—we're not allowed! it's improper—! ❞

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, regency au, piv, creampie, indecent / semi-public exposure, dubcon, classist / sexist sentiments, forbidden attraction

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: wildest dreams (from bridgerton s1)

✧ a/n: inspired by the lewd royal manhwas they don't allow on the naver webtoon app (and bridgerton, ofc) <3

It’s social season again.

You…dislike it. The wide, blinding smiles with little behind them, the stuffy ball gowns with far too many frills, the uncanny conversations about the weather you’re forced to endure… It’s all so tiring.

Here you are, in your poufy designer skirts, growing more anxious by the second. Your pink lace corset is squeezing the life out of your lungs. It wouldn’t be the most admirable display of manners, but you could really use some time alone right now.

You enter one of the empty study rooms down the busy hallway, suffocated and overwhelmed all at once. But what you don’t expect is your freshly-hired servant to follow you in…

“Are you quite alright, Milady?” You startle, surprised to hear another voice in the room with you. Male. Oh no. “Yes, yes, I’m just fine. Thank you, Caleb.” You politely request some peace and quiet, waving him away with delicate, gloved fingers. Let’s just say, it would be less than ideal if someone were to catch you alone in here with a man. A playful grin plays at his lips, and you freeze. How have you not noticed his ravishing good looks all this time? “It seems to me that you’re in need of a little release. A beautiful maiden like you must be…frustrated.” You pretend to misunderstand him, though you know perfectly well what he means. He’s right—being cooped up in the manor all day has left you dry, in every sense of the word. Heat pools in your core, though you try your best to ignore it. After all, it isn’t proper for a noblewoman to be consulting her servant on intimate matters like these.

His breath warms your cheek as he steps infinitely closer, and the throbbing between your legs intensifies. “Let me handle you, Milady…” he whispers, soft and alluring. Your body leans into his, even as your mind screams at you to shove him straight to the heavens.. His hands are on your hips, bunching up the fabric of your skirt— “This is improper— We can’t—” But instead of pulling away, you let yourself succumb to his ministrations, lost in the wonderful feeling of his searing touch on your skin. He’s planting wet kisses on your neck now, gently pushing you up against the wall as you sigh and wonder if anyone outside can hear you. “You’re wet for me, Princess,” he muses as he reaches a skilled hand between your legs, his thumb brushing against your nub of nerves. A small squeal leaves your lips. “Shh shh shh, they’ll hear us…” He pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist before freeing his large, erect cock, angling it so that the tip rests just between your folds. Your mouth hangs open as he pushes his length all the way into your sex—the first long, delicious glide of his dick along your walls like releasing a breath of relief. You fail to suppress a tortured moan, and he chuckles against the curve of your neck.

His thrusts are slow at first, unhurried. But then his grip on your waist tightens and your pussy clenches in response, the blinding pleasure overwhelming you. Distantly, you remember this man is your servant—a man without status or recognition—yet here he is, fucking you into oblivion at a ball with your back against a priceless, likely stained painting. He groans into your ear and your whimpers come out louder, prompting him to press a hand to your mouth and muffle your cries. “You’re going to go back out there…and act like nothing happened… You hear me?” he grits out between pants, holding your thigh up to pound into your cunt with unforgiving force. You come undone. Hot, sticky cum fills you to the brim while you shake and spasm like a hummingbird, the most euphoric sensation washing over you.

By the time he’s pulled out and gathered his composure, you’ve only just smoothed down your unruly mess of hair, your legs still trembling as you attempt to straighten your skirt. “Alert me whenever you’re in need of a little fun, Milady. I’ll make sure you never forget how it feels to be wanted again.” He winks at you, and your heart stills. His cum is still dripping down your legs when you return to the ballroom.

“Well, you look awfully pale, Milady.” You bristle at the deep, husky voice, unaware someone had followed you in. “Relax. It’s only me. I came in to check on you,” he pauses, examining the sleeves of his uniform. “Am I right to say that you’re a little…wound up right now?” He says it with concern, though a teasing lilt punctuates his words. “Sylus, we can’t be seen here together.” You say, panic rising in your throat. What will people think? What will your family say? Rumors spread like wildfire in high society—it won’t be long before your reputation is irreversibly tarnished. He merely snickers at your urgency, low and ominous. The smirk on his face is telling, though you don’t want to know what it is he’s trying to tell you. He steps closer to you, towering over your ribboned head with an un-servant-like ease.

Sparks ignite in your belly, a strange, filthy feeling that leaves you wanting more. His gloved hand brushes the side of your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I happen to know all the ways to satisfy a lady…” Your eyes flutter as he loosens your corset, every inch of your body responding to his touch. “The pleasure I’m capable of providing… Aren’t you tempted, Kitten?” And even though you know it's wrong, and you know it’s unbecoming, and that you’ll probably regret this the second it’s over, you breathe, “Yes…” He hums in response, trailing soft licks and kisses down the side of your neck as he wrenches your corset apart. Your plump breasts spill out, and his pupils dilate, his gaze fixated on your bare chest like an animal watching its prey. Hickeys bloom across your shoulder as his fingers twist your nipples, eliciting squeaks of surprise from you that only fuel his desire. “I’m going to bend you over, and you’re going to stay quiet. You hear me?” he orders, and you nod pathetically. As much as you hate the thought of submitting to your servant right now, the growing arousal between your legs is too much to bear.

You get on all fours on the carpeted ground, hoping to god no one walks in. The door doesn’t have a lock—it’s entirely possible for someone to stumble upon you like this. Impatient, he rolls your skirt up to expose your rear, and you shudder as he pulls your knickers down to your knees. “Wait— What if someone walks in—” But your protests are silenced by his rock-hard cock sliding into your pussy, the feeling of his girth stretching you from the inside sending waves of suffocating pleasure to your head. It’s obscene, the squelching noises echoing through the room as he plunges into you so fast and hard you see stars on the ceiling. With every thrust, his balls slap against your clit, and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. “Sylus— Slow down— I’m going to—” You moan into your elbow as he slams into you from behind, grunting and swearing under his breath as his cock swells.

Warm cum bursts from his engorged tip, the thick, viscous fluid leaking out of your pussy like syrup funneled from a tree. You collapse onto the floor, utterly spent. You were wrong—you don’t regret this one bit. “You’re free to take my cock whenever you’d like, Milady. After all, I do live to serve you.” The sardonic grin on his face nearly has you coming apart all over again.

“Is something the matter, Milady?” You recognize that voice. It’s your new servant, Zayne—the younger one. He isn’t supposed to be in here. “You looked a little pale earlier, so I took it upon myself to accompany you.” Your heart warms at his display of concern, though it does little to ease your distress over the situation. A woman must not be in the company of a man unchaperoned. “Can we speak outside?” The worry in your voice is clear. He walks up to you in an attempt to console you, his stride cautious. Right off the bat, you’d identified Zayne as “bright”. He’s hardworking, earnest, and never meddles in other people’s business. Today must be an exception. “Allow me to offer my help, Milady. I believe I know just the way to soothe a lady’s nerves. It’s…textbook.” Your stomach drops. He’s going to defile me—right here in this room! The indecency of it repulses you, yet you don’t head for the door. Your feet are rooted to the ground, completely helpless as his icy gaze travels the length of your body.

Gently, he guides you down onto the wide couch, settling you on his lap with a care that makes your breath hitch. “You’re my servant, Zayne—” But your efforts are futile. He’s dragging his hand along your thigh, his touch scorching hot as your skirt hikes up with it. You’ve never felt such powerful sensations before. It’s intoxicating. He reaches under your knickers and, with his thumb, begins to draw small circles on your most sensitive spot. You whimper in response, slickening almost instantaneously. How embarrassing..! “Does this feel good, Your Grace?” Your eyes respond for you, half-lidded and needy. It isn’t long before you’re grinding on his leg, chasing that sweet friction you now desperately need. Is he doing this on purpose? Drawing it out for your benefit?

He doesn’t torment you for long. Withdrawing his hand from between your legs, he pulls his pants down to his ankles and his twitching, hard cock springs free. You gape at the size of it, wondering if it’ll even fit. But that wicked, aching need in your core only grows stronger with every second that passes; the idea of him barely fitting sounds… To put it plainly, you're willing to do many unladylike things in this room right now. And though every last brain cell is telling you to get up and leave while you still can, you slide onto his cock anyway. It tingles so wonderfully where you’re connected in his lap—you give in to your body’s desires and bounce on it. “Faster, please—” he groans as you fuck yourselves silly on the couch, keeping your pace as best as you can and crying out each time his tip hits your sweet spot. People might hear us… you think anxiously, yet somehow your pleasure only heightens, the mental image if you and your servant fucking like rabbits in a room that doesn’t belong to you so thoroughly demented.

His dick throbs inside you, and your walls flutter. You both struggle to muffle your cries as he pumps his thick seed into your cunt, every part of your shaking so violently you nearly fall off his lap. “I sincerely hope that was…effective, Milady. Judging by your body’s response, I’d say you’ll be satisfied for a while. But when that satisfaction eventually fades…” His dick is still snug in your pussy, and you feel your walls tightening again. “Eventually” may come sooner than he thinks.

“Tough crowd, Milady?” You gasp and spin around. What? “You look like you’re about to faint.” Your new servant, Rafayel, stands by the closed door, a curious expression on his face. “I-I’m fine. Could I have some privacy, please?” you stammer, flustered. It isn’t acceptable for a lady to be hiding away at a social event like this, let alone with a male servant. So many things could go wrong. “Why? Don’t you think it’d be in your best interest to let off some steam?” He smirks at you, coy and sensual. There’s a hidden edge to him you’ve never noticed before—it’s making your knees weak. He tosses his gloves onto the floor and approaches you, slowly. Darkly. He looks like he’s about to give you orders.

“Face the wall. You’ll do as I say, won’t you?” He’s lust-drunk, hazy and hungry at the mere sight of you. The command—along with the aching throb between your legs— offends you, and you spit, “I am a noblewoman, excuse you—” “You’re a woman. And we both know you’re wet for me…” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. Your body involuntarily arches against his, and he chuckles sadistically. Silently, you start to pray. You don’t know exactly what it is you’re praying for, but it involves his hands all over you and your mouth on his— Your sinful thoughts shock you, yet you’ve never longed for anything as miserably as you do this. Fresh arousal dribbles down your inner thigh as he corners you against the wall. At a loss, you glare at him defiantly. “You’re a nobody—”

You’re spun around and pressed up against the wall in an instant, the outline of his cock pressing against your ass. A started whimper leaves your lips as he nips at your earlobe, sharp and angry. “You’re gonna regret all that mouthing off, Princess,” he snarls, and your toes curl in anticipation. In one sudden movement, his pants are on the ground, and your skirt is pushed up to expose your ass. He shoves your undergarments to the side and thrusts his length into your sopping cunt, a firm hand restraining yours to the wall. The pleasure is euphoric, foreign—each jerk of his hips sending you into a mindless daze. His breath warms your cheek as he groans, and in the heat of the moment, he seizes your mouth, hot and hurried. “I think I’m going to—” But you choke on your words as a strained moan erupts from your throat, his dick hitting the ceiling of the sticky space inside you. What would the other nobles think if they saw you like this; all whiny and pathetic while taking your servant’s cock?

With one final thrust, ropes of cum drench the walls of your pussy, and the feeling of coming undone around his cock is indescribable. He grunts as he pushes his seed deep into your heat, his grip on your waist never loosening. Though you loathe to admit it, you needed that. You cling to his strong arms as you descend from your high. His voice is possessive, sinister when he says, “You’re mine. I don’t care who stands in my way. You’ll always be mine.”

“I couldn’t help but follow you in, Milady.” Xavier? What on earth is he doing in here? “It’s come to my attention that you haven’t been feeling your best tonight.” He’s naturally reserved and a bit on the no-nonsense side—you know that much. Surely he’s only here with good intentions. “No worries, Xavier. Just needed a little breather, that’s all.” His icy blue eyes lock on yours, and your breath catches in your throat. He looks…unconvinced. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, averting his gaze. Like what? There’s no one else in this room. Could he be…in heat right now? You frown at him, wary, and make your way to the door.

A hand reaches out to grab you by the elbow, effectively stopping you in your tracks. “What—” He pulls you into his embrace, his breaths short and labored. “You’re not leaving this room, Milady. I need to have you here.” He unties the ribbons holding your corset together, his fingers fumbling with urgency. You’re too stunned to move, yet you don’t yell at him or push him away. Heat pools in the pit of your stomach, an ache begging to be soothed. Your perky breasts are freed in an instant, swaying in his face before he latches onto your nipple and begins to suck at it like a man starved. The wet, sloppy licks of his tongue cloud your brain, and your pussy clenches. “Xavier, wait—” you protest, but he’s sucking on your other nipple right now, and your words die in your mouth. He’s clearly skilled, but you still can’t wrap your head around it. This servant of yours—a quiet, modest boy—is driving you to tears by suckling on your tits.

“Do you want my cock?” he asks, suddenly arrogant and crude. You nod obediently and let him pull you down onto the floor, shivering as he frees his hardened length and pushes your legs apart. You’re so wet it’s embarrassing, but it only seems to encourage him. He removes your knickers and presses his tip to your folds, the friction making your hips roll upwards. “Be patient,” he orders, and you nod once more. Slowly—torturously so—he inserts himself into your tight heat, making sure you feel every inch of his cock rubbing against your walls. You moan his name and flush hot, unused to the feeling of being this naked, this vulnerable in front of a man. He’s pounding into you seconds later, unable to hold back himself. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His control is slipping, and you’re paying the price for it. You feel so full, so dirty with his cock between your legs, like you’re committing an unforgivable sin that will bar you from heaven forever. But you don’t care—this is heaven to you. This is pure, inexorable bliss.

His movements stutter, and he blows his load deep into your cunt as you fail to muffle your screams. Your pussy spasms hard, your juices leaking onto the carpet in an obscene puddle. Can’t—stop—shaking— He helps you up, his hold around your waist steady. “I apologize, Milady. I-I couldn’t resist.” You stare at the cum gliding down your calf and consider making him your personal servant.

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