The Barbarian Prince [mf] [gentle femdom] [dubcon] [bondage] [virgin]

The Princess sat in front of the mirror as her attendant braided her hair. She wore a sheer nightgown that left nothing to the imagination, her ample breasts with their light pink suckable nipples, her taut tummy that curved into her goddess-like hips. She was the most beautiful woman in all of the Kingdoms, and it was why she was always able to get her way.

“We’re sure it’s him?” Asked the Princess lazily.

“Yes. He’s the last surviving son of House Blackbriar,” answered the attendant, Rene. Rene was muscular and delicate at the same time, she could easily beat any man with her skill alone, combined with her strength she was nearly impossible to be defeated.

The princess smiled to herself. If things had gone according to plan, the Princess would have been on her way to the barbarian tribes, her body given to them as a show of peace from the Serenity Kingdom. But it was all a rouse, a fake princess was put in her place, and the guard with the royal double ambushed the highest ranking barbarian chiefs. It was only a small tool compared to the complete disarray of the tribes now that their ‘government’ was dismantled. The chaos led to battles where the disorganized tribes fell one by one. But the princess still intended on a marriage, but on her terms.

The Princess nodded, “Bring him in,” she said, not wasting any time. As soon as she spoke, the wide wooden doors creaked open, a boy with a mess of short blonde curly hair stumbled in. He fell to his knees as the doors shut behind them, his hands chained behind his back.

The raven haired Princess addressed her attendant, “Bring him to me,” she said as she crossed her legs, her perfectly manicured toes were bare. Without any mercy, Rene pulled the boy up by his wrists and dragged him over to the Princess. He struggled bit before finally accepting, “It’s easier if you just walk, you know,” she said, at least he had some spirit left, much more fun to break in.

The boy didn’t look at her, his eyes cast down. She could see more of his form, an athletic body on the thinner side, a hairless chest, his face bare too, “You must be young,” she said. She pulled his chin up with her hand, “Barely a man.”

“Plenty a man!” He yelled out. The attendant slapped him across the face and he fell to the floor.

“Do *not* address Princess Ophelia that way again,” warned Rene, she was ruthless when it came to protecting the princess.

Ophelia pouted, “She’s right, boy,” agreed the princess, “I thought this would be a fun night for us. Aren’t you a whore?”

“No.” He spat out, his voice more even.

“Then who are you?” She asked.

The boy’s breath changed, “I am Ben from House Blackbrair—“

“You are a common whore,” corrected Ophelia, “You and the rest of your *House* were captured and dealt with. And now I am keeping you as my whore.”

The boy was quiet, he breathed in and out,”They’re…gone?” He asked.

“Yes, and now you are mine.”

“No,” he spat back.

“Chain him up in the bed,” commanded Ophelia. She sat back in her chair to look at herself in the vanity. She could hear the scuffle of the attendant and the boy—Ben, as he was forced onto the bed. Luckily Rene had dealt with men much larger than this one, and in no time, Ben was laying on the bed spread eagle, the light loincloth on his manhood lay askew, showing his flaccid cock.

The princess stood up and moved towards her bed, She sat beside the boy who looked up at her, his eyes pleaded,“You can’t do this.”

She smiled and gently stroked her fingers down his body, “I just want to make you feel good. To show you how merciful the Serenity Kingdom can be if you just obey,” she said, her voice like velvet made him…calm. She didn’t seem cruel, she wasn’t going to *hurt* him, but…he was betraying his people by accepting this kind of degradation. He was a proud son of one of the largest barbarian strongholds in the North. He should fight to his last breath, just like his brothers.

“I know exactly who you are. I intend on keeping you here with me,” she smiled mischievously.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You will be my husband.”

Ben’s eyes grew wide, he thought she must be joking or, anything but this, “Why me?”

“You’re the last of your brothers,” she admitted, “Unfortunately, none of the other houses had an heir that survived. Your people know that you’re here, so now the choice is yours,” she paused, and she brushed his hair out of his face, “You give me a child and live the rest of your life as my personal whore. Or, you resist me, I take you as mine. I will make you put a child inside of me either way,” she said, her voice serious.

Ben blushed, he was scared but also…excited. He had to admit that she was stunning. The beauties in the Serenity Kingdom were women he could only dream of. And she…she seemed to be the most gorgeous one out of them all. She caught him staring when her lips curled into a grin, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” She asked, it was like she could see right through him.

Ben didn’t say anything, his face turned even more red. Ophelia giggled and gently stroked her hand against Ben’s bare cheek, “I’ll show you all of the pleasures you can think of. If you agree to be my husband.”

“But what about my people? What will they think?”

Ophelia sighed, “It’s why you have to give me a child. When they see our baby they will have hope again that their line can continue,” she shrugged one part of her nightgown off of her shoulder, her warm skin, was tanned and smooth. She leaned over and watched his eyes wander. If she knew anything about men his age, was that they thought mostly with their cocks. Ophelia had to admit to herself that she actually enjoyed this boyish attention. She let him stare as she watched Ben’s mouth opened as he felt the warmth of her breasts right against his lips, “Can you do that for me?”

His cock hardened, his hormones were going crazy. He felt so embarrassed, unable to move from his bindings. Before he could answer Ophelia’s lips gently kissed his neck. Her soft plush lips seemed to understand his body better than he did. She loved feeling his body entirely helpless beneath her. His moans drove her wild, she loved hearing how innocent and vulnerable he was. He was expressive, so unlike some other men she had put in a similar position. She adored hearing his whimpers that tried and failed to resist her.

Her hand moved up his thigh as she cupped his balls, they felt swollen in her delicate fingers, “It doesn’t look like you want me to stop,” she whispered in his ear, she nibbled his earlobe as her hand traveled around his rather impressive cock, “Now *this* is a pleasant surprise,” she said as she complimented him, her hand wrapped around his hot, throbbing member. His veins pronounced, his head dripped precum out in small droplets.

The barbarian prince squirmed, he tried to resist all of these new feelings. He tried to think of anything else but this, but he couldn’t help how good it all felt. How gently she teased his manhood, the way she even *smelled* was intoxicating for him. She moved over top of him, her soft thighs straddled him, he could feel something distinctly wet in between her legs.

Ophelia continued to kiss his neck as her body relaxed on top of his, the swell of her breasts against him warm and inviting. She sat herself up and allowed her gown to completely fall, her breasts tumbled out. Ben stared at her, his eyes wandered to each of her perfect breasts, her nipples tightened, this dusky pink color that was so deeply alluring.

The princess lifted herself up slightly as she rubbed her wet cunt on top of his shaft, torturing the virgin in the most delightful way possible, “Don’t you want to feel what it’s like inside of me?”

Ben couldn’t even speak. He wanted to say no, his mind screamed no, but his body betrayed him. He watched her skillfully move her body, her heavy breasts gently swayed in front of him, so close he wished he could feel them, to suck on one of her nipples…he desperately wanted to feel her when:

He came.

Ophelia looked down and watched each thick ribbon of his cum shoot over his stomach. Ben cried out, surprised that even by such little stimulation he had turned into complete putty. There was nothing he could do to get out of this.

“That’s not where you were supposed to cum,” said the princess playfully. She scooped up his seed and placed a hefty glob in her mouth. He was sweet, slightly tangy, “That’s all supposed to go in here,” she said as she unbuttoned the rest of her robe.

Ophelia’s pale, shaven pussy glistened with her own nectar. She bit her bottom lip, “Of course you weren’t able to last,” she teased as she continued to rub her pussy against him, “I’ll have to train you to last longer, but for now…,” she lifted up his cock, already he was hard again. She pressed the head of his sensitive member against her swollen pussy, she lowered herself down as she felt his cock impale her in the best way possible. He was thicker than what she was used to, her walls seemed to resist him and then immediately swallowed him up. His rod pressed against all of her most sensitive areas. She completely accepted his cock until she could feel the head of him right against her waiting womb.

Ophelia leaned back, and closed her eyes. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Finally she had everything she wanted right inside of her. She looked down at the boy, her own face flush with excitement, “You feel so good,” she admitted, “It’s like you were made for me.”

Her back arched as she leaned further, her hands planted on either side so she could keep herself steady. Slowly she lifted herself up and back down his cock. Ben moaned, his own hips bucked into her as best as he could, his young body wanted more of these sensations. Ophelia could see the need in his face too, she picked up her pace, the wet sounds where they joined only grew louder. The princess couldn’t keep her composure for much longer as she whimpered, her voice gentle and soft but grew louder with every thrust.

“Ahmm!! I’m…so close…,” she said, she leaned over Ben’s face, her breasts dangled above his mouth, “Suck…,” was all she could get out. Ben obeyed, he hungrily grabbed her nipple and sucked the sensitive flesh. He pulled against his chains. She was using him, he knew. For his body, for pleasure. Yet he had never felt this turned on before in his life. He loved being used, being treated for the purpose of fucking this beautiful woman.

She moaned louder and louder until she fell on top of him, her pussy still thrusting, “Come inside…,” she said, her eyes glassy with pleasure, “Make me pregnant,” Ben moaned and obeyed. His hot cum filled her womb and coated her pussy with his potent baby batter. She lay panting on top of him, her cunt twitched around his cock. She was filled with his seed, finally.

Ophelia lay there until Ben went soft inside of her, she rolled over to his side and looked at the ceiling. Ben’s cock lay half-chub, soaked in her juices. He didn’t know what to say, what to think anymore. Instead she surprised him. Ophelia cuddled next to her barbarian prince, her head found the crook of his arm, “Next time we’ll do it without the restraints.”

Ben was quiet for a moment, his eyes looked down at her soft, gorgeous body. His cock twitched that she wanted him again, “Yes. I would like that.”

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