Princess on her Knees

[IsabellaRose]

The knight is on you before you can move. His hands are tugging at your skirts, exposing your calves, your thighs, your undergarments. He lets out a grunt of approval as he sees your bare inner thigh, and slides his hand up between your legs, groping you roughly. His grin is feral, predatory. His hand closes on your most private parts and he nearly lifts you up off the floor as he gropes you. A jolt of fear runs through you. 

His hand comes away from your legs, your skirts bunched up uncomfortably between your legs, and he leers over you, pulling you up roughly. You only make it as far as one knee before his hand is fisted in your hair and he holds you there, shoving you with your hair until you're kneeling before him, his musky cock already out right in front of your face. He holds you in place by a handful of hair. Your breathing is quick and shallow. Fear is about to overcome you, but you fight it off defiantly.

He looks at you and his obvious desire wars with his disdain for your people, a battle of expressions across his face. His cock, semi-hard already, throbs with his excitement. Finally he speaks.

"On your knees before a man, right where you belong." His voice is filled with confidence, arrogance even. "Last chance, Princess. Cooperate and I won't hurt you. Keep fighting, and you bleed." His cock throbs to full attention, long and hard and aimed directly at you. It's almost hitting you in the face. You can smell his sweat and musk.

"Now, show me your tits," he says, and tugs your head by the hair as if for emphasis, "before you taste my cock."

• If you comply and show him your breasts, knowing he's going to feed you his cock next, click here.
• If you continue to resist, click here.

Edited 3 hours ago by IsabellaRose