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bakerstreet2016-09-06 08:09 am
depletes) wrote in bakerstreet2016-09-06 08:09 am
[ Especially interested in incest, cheating, public, size, authority, bestiality, class, fertile, and corruption. ]
((Fertility and class for him, and authority and corruption for her? Right here can be a low-ranking knight who wants to marry her and help her continue the royal line. But maybe he ends up getting seduced and corrupted by her into her mindless, baby-making fucktoy instead?))
[ That sounds wonderful. Anything else you'd like to add? ]
((Any domination-related kinks that not outright non-con would be good. Bondage, pleasure/orgasm control, multiple rounds, and so forth. Maybe cervical penetration and outright impregnation? Up to you on those last two.))
[ I'm definitely looking for impregnation if we're going with Fertile. Probably gonna pass on the bondage for this one, but orgasm control/play is fun, maybe forcing Right to cum again and again even as it gets more uncomfortable? If you're up for that. ]
((I like that! Maybe she starts with getting him off with her breasts and moves on to riding him until he breaks?))
[ That sounds wonderful. Care to start us off? ]
[ The wyvern sounds a bit more fun, I think. One way to make it public would be that it's a show to torment a defeated foe; but if you want to stick with consensual I'm a little bit stuck on ideas Florina would actually go for in that vein. ]
((Sure! Lemme know if you need anything changed.))
Right feels like one of the luckiest knights in the kingdom. Not only has he earned the right to fight alongside the royal family, but he has been recently partnered with the eldest princess of all people. He's always admired her for may reasons - her strength in battle, her beauty...and how her body seems perfect for bearing heirs.
Part of him feels a little ashamed about that last part. She is the princess, after all, and deserves to be respected for more than just being able to produce heirs. But he loves her all the same, and truly hopes that in time, she comes to feel the same way too. Nothing would make him happier than to become her husband and royal consort, in the hopes that he may become a good father to her future children.
Which is why he's as eager as he is confused about this late-night summons from her. Maybe she's noticed how he's been looking at her? Whatever it is, he hopes that it's not to punish him - or worse, to send him away for whatever reason.
Right feels like one of the luckiest knights in the kingdom. Not only has he earned the right to fight alongside the royal family, but he has been recently partnered with the eldest princess of all people. He's always admired her for may reasons - her strength in battle, her beauty...and how her body seems perfect for bearing heirs.
Part of him feels a little ashamed about that last part. She is the princess, after all, and deserves to be respected for more than just being able to produce heirs. But he loves her all the same, and truly hopes that in time, she comes to feel the same way too. Nothing would make him happier than to become her husband and royal consort, in the hopes that he may become a good father to her future children.
Which is why he's as eager as he is confused about this late-night summons from her. Maybe she's noticed how he's been looking at her? Whatever it is, he hopes that it's not to punish him - or worse, to send him away for whatever reason.
[ Alright. Care to start us off, then? Perhaps with Florina waking up after being captured? ]
Right might not have realized it, but Camilla desired him for many of the same reasons. Sure, his blood wasn't nearly as noble-from what she understood, he was decently related to a minor house, though that was nothing in comparison to royal blood-but any amount of nobility was enough to justify what she had in mind. The princess was certainly eager to bear an heir, to help cement her position and because she simply, truly, wanted to be a mother.
Right would be the perfect father, of course. She could use him, give him the official title 'consort' but keep him out of her life if ever she was displeased with him. It was a much cleaner situation than finding a father that had true power would have been. And after deciding that now was the night, she'd summoned him to her quarters.
When the knight arrived, he would find the princess clad in only racy black lingerie-a fairly translucent bra and panty set, that revealed both the dusky color of her nipples and the complete lack of pubic hair. Though he'd be getting a much, much more intimate look soon. "Ah, there you are-I'm glad you could join me. Why don't you close the door and come get comfortable?"
Right would be the perfect father, of course. She could use him, give him the official title 'consort' but keep him out of her life if ever she was displeased with him. It was a much cleaner situation than finding a father that had true power would have been. And after deciding that now was the night, she'd summoned him to her quarters.
When the knight arrived, he would find the princess clad in only racy black lingerie-a fairly translucent bra and panty set, that revealed both the dusky color of her nipples and the complete lack of pubic hair. Though he'd be getting a much, much more intimate look soon. "Ah, there you are-I'm glad you could join me. Why don't you close the door and come get comfortable?"
( particularly interested in age difference, student/teacher or authority, but may be open to others as well.)
Edited 2016-09-06 15:02 (UTC)
From a certain perspective, failing on a job would have been the best possible result. That was expected; the end of a pegasus knight's life seemed to come from fighting for pay more often than not, and Florina had had the knowledge for much of her young life. It didn't take away the fear of death, but there was a dullness and acceptance to it, and when she was knocked out in battle, her mount already injured, she shut down and accepted that she might not wake up.
At least she hadn't been fighting alongside anyone she really cared about. She hadn't failed them.
Instead, she found herself coming to a short time later; with the realization that the hazy, floating consciousness she'd gone in and out of wasn't part of dying, but part of being knocked on the head particularly hard. This meant that she was alive; and that she was a prisoner; and that meant she wasn't going to be alive much longer. Her homeland never negotiated for prisoners.
Florina took a few deep breaths, and shut her eyes, waiting for the sound of her captors.
At least she hadn't been fighting alongside anyone she really cared about. She hadn't failed them.
Instead, she found herself coming to a short time later; with the realization that the hazy, floating consciousness she'd gone in and out of wasn't part of dying, but part of being knocked on the head particularly hard. This meant that she was alive; and that she was a prisoner; and that meant she wasn't going to be alive much longer. Her homeland never negotiated for prisoners.
Florina took a few deep breaths, and shut her eyes, waiting for the sound of her captors.
Right stares in shock upon seeing his beloved princess in such a state. He's never dreamed of seeing her in such an outfit - at least, outside of his wet dreams. And yet, to see her nipples and groin thru that kind of fabric, to see her in that position... The growing bulge in his pants is a very obvious indicator of how attractive this all is to him.
He hesitantly obeys with the first part of the order, but his eyes refuse to move away from her, even as he approaches the bed. "My...my lady, this is...an unexpected honor?" Is she going to offer that he this she's offering?
He hesitantly obeys with the first part of the order, but his eyes refuse to move away from her, even as he approaches the bed. "My...my lady, this is...an unexpected honor?" Is she going to offer that he this she's offering?
As soon as Florina began to awaken, the healer that had been taking care of her-for the demonstration Camilla had planned, of course-rushed to alert Camilla. Florina herself was bound of course, ensuring that she wouldn't be rushing off while the healer was gone-not that was likely to happen, anyway, with the state she was in.
Soon enough, the tall, domineering woman entered the tent, still wearing her battle armor-though said armor, of course, provided quite the view if Florina opened her eyes. Especially when Camilla leaned forward to get a closer look. "My, my, what do we have here... such a pretty little thing." Reaching out, she ran her hand gently across Florina's cheek, enjoying the torment all too much. Those brief moments where Florina might have mistaken her for a rescuer instead of a victor.
Turning back to the healer, her voice lost some of that caring tone. "She'll do perfectly. Marzia is in for quite the time-get her undressed and ready, will you?" And then Camilla was leaving Florina again, to the not-so-tender bedside manner of the healer. Grinning-this woman was clearly not hiding what was planned for Florina at all-she spoke to Florina as she began to undo the bonds. "Best wake up proper, girl. If you survive this Camilla will probably let you go free." At least there was some upside, even if the time between now and then was to be torturous.
Soon enough, the tall, domineering woman entered the tent, still wearing her battle armor-though said armor, of course, provided quite the view if Florina opened her eyes. Especially when Camilla leaned forward to get a closer look. "My, my, what do we have here... such a pretty little thing." Reaching out, she ran her hand gently across Florina's cheek, enjoying the torment all too much. Those brief moments where Florina might have mistaken her for a rescuer instead of a victor.
Turning back to the healer, her voice lost some of that caring tone. "She'll do perfectly. Marzia is in for quite the time-get her undressed and ready, will you?" And then Camilla was leaving Florina again, to the not-so-tender bedside manner of the healer. Grinning-this woman was clearly not hiding what was planned for Florina at all-she spoke to Florina as she began to undo the bonds. "Best wake up proper, girl. If you survive this Camilla will probably let you go free." At least there was some upside, even if the time between now and then was to be torturous.
[cross-canon/medium friendly!]
It would be a cruel trick to not offer it at this point, wouldn't it? And while Camilla could be cruel, she was rarely so to her allies. Patting the bed, as Right moved to sit next to her she moved to the floor.
"I know the way you've been looking at me, Sir Knight." There was something simultaneously dehumanizing and thrilling, at least to her, about calling him that instead of by his name. "And I want you just the same." At least, sexually speaking-she had no clue if he harbored romantic feelings or only lustful ones. "Now why don't we do something about these clothes?" Nimble fingers began to 'walk' up his legs towards the buckle of his trousers, making sure to trod along his bulge step by step.
"I know the way you've been looking at me, Sir Knight." There was something simultaneously dehumanizing and thrilling, at least to her, about calling him that instead of by his name. "And I want you just the same." At least, sexually speaking-she had no clue if he harbored romantic feelings or only lustful ones. "Now why don't we do something about these clothes?" Nimble fingers began to 'walk' up his legs towards the buckle of his trousers, making sure to trod along his bulge step by step.
There could certainly be a dark side to healers, when torture was involved. Florina was aware of movement, away from her, and she cracked one eye open, searching. Escape was unlikely even if she weren't bound, and, flexing her fingers, she had an inkling that her right arm was, if not broken, then out of commission regardless.
That one slightly opened eye opened up just a little bit wider at the sight of Camilla. She couldn't help it, really; this woman was almost certain to do terrible things to her, but her eye - eyes a second later - were drawn right down into her cleavage for a very obvious moment, before snapping back up to meet that gaze. There was a chance for mercy, from someone with such a gentle tone and touch - Florina shuddered at it - but the illusion was broken a moment later.
No, this was a tormentor, the sort to truly enjoy it. The healer too, of course, and Florina swallowed and nodded. A chance for freedom.
But there was one detail, even if her stomach turned as she looked over at the healer. "...my pegasus?"
That one slightly opened eye opened up just a little bit wider at the sight of Camilla. She couldn't help it, really; this woman was almost certain to do terrible things to her, but her eye - eyes a second later - were drawn right down into her cleavage for a very obvious moment, before snapping back up to meet that gaze. There was a chance for mercy, from someone with such a gentle tone and touch - Florina shuddered at it - but the illusion was broken a moment later.
No, this was a tormentor, the sort to truly enjoy it. The healer too, of course, and Florina swallowed and nodded. A chance for freedom.
But there was one detail, even if her stomach turned as she looked over at the healer. "...my pegasus?"
A soft, shivering moan escapes his lips as Right feels those fingers 'walking' up his bulge. It makes his head spin to see Camilla, a princess, in-between his legs on the floor. Ideally, it should be the reverse, but to be in this position, and for her to truly want him like this...
"Oh--Of course, my lady. Anything that you want from me..." he starts stripping off his shirt and uniform, glad that he's chosen his dress uniform for this kind of meeting. "I'll do anything I can to please you." His hands do fumble a bit, however, as he tries to get his pants unbuckled for her.
"Oh--Of course, my lady. Anything that you want from me..." he starts stripping off his shirt and uniform, glad that he's chosen his dress uniform for this kind of meeting. "I'll do anything I can to please you." His hands do fumble a bit, however, as he tries to get his pants unbuckled for her.
"Hurt, but not wounded. And he's been tended to-even if you don't make it, he's well trained enough that he'll be repurposed as a mount instead of food." Again, Florina was lucky-Camilla had an eye for good mounts, and though another pegasus in the last battle had been made Marzia's meal, Huey had been spared that dark fate.
Finishing with the bindings, the healer double checked that there were guards on hand just outside the tent to escort her before casting a Mend. While it wouldn't entirely fix the head trauma, of course, it would at least make sure that Florina wasn't brittle-boned or bleeding out during what was about to happen. "Get up and follow me-if you try anything funny, the men outside will see to it that you die *and* that he ends up wyvernmeal." Not true in the least, but a little extra threat could got a long way.
Finishing with the bindings, the healer double checked that there were guards on hand just outside the tent to escort her before casting a Mend. While it wouldn't entirely fix the head trauma, of course, it would at least make sure that Florina wasn't brittle-boned or bleeding out during what was about to happen. "Get up and follow me-if you try anything funny, the men outside will see to it that you die *and* that he ends up wyvernmeal." Not true in the least, but a little extra threat could got a long way.
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