[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/biaddp/the_barbarian_prince_mf_gentle_femdom_dubcon/)
The sun filtered through the wide windows over the barbarian prince’s pale body. He groaned awake, his grey eyes suddenly fluttered open when he realized he was still chained to the bed. He looked around the room, suddenly panicking. Everything that happened just the evening before was completely *real*. He looked down, there was still dried cum on his stomach. It really was real.
“Good morning,” it was that velvet voice again. He turned his head and saw his princess, dressed in a thin gown, this one more formal than what she wore last night. He blushed as his mind wandered thinking of her naked body. She sauntered over to him, “We’re not ready for that,” she said playfully. Ophelia plopped herself next to the naked boy.
“I thought you said I wouldn’t have to be chained up,” he said.
She smiled, “I said next time we fuck, you won’t be. Are we fucking now?”
“No…we’re not,” he said softly.
Ben wasn’t used to someone so frank. He never heard a woman use those kinds of words before. It was always man’s talk when it came to matters of the bedroom. Ben often had to pretend like he knew what his fellow soldiers were talking about. He gloated about his escapades often, but truthfully…last night was his first time. Ever. It was a secret that he and Ophelia had now.
Ophelia gently ran her fingers up his thigh, Ben’s body shivered under her touch, “P-please,” he stuttered out.
“Please what? Is something wrong?” She asked, her voice far too innocent for what she was doing. Her hand traveled between his legs, and teased his thighs. Ben squirmed beneath her touch, she could tell he was trying to hold himself back, to not let himself feel this, “Oh come now, you were so willing last night.”
“You made me,” he answered.
“Made you what?”
Ben didn’t want to say it, it’s like saying that would make it real, “You know what you did,” was all he could say.
Ophelia pulled her hand away, “You weren’t complaining at all last night. And look at you now,” she pointed out his hard cock. Ben was still restrained so he couldn’t cover himself at all. He was at her mercy entirely.
“I was hoping last night you would be more understanding, but it looks like I’ll have to try something else.”
“You got what you wanted from me, now let me go,” he said, his voice sharper this time.
Ophelia’s eye brow raised. “We don’t know if I got what I wanted from you yet. So we will try again. And again. Until I am certain I am carrying your child,” she stood up and moved towards the end table. Ben couldn’t see what she was doing but he heard a few jars opening. He tried to will himself away from this position, but he couldn’t.
When the princess returned her hands were coated in this slick material. In her hand was a ring, but something too large for his hand, “What are you do—Ahh!,” before he could even finish, Ophelia lathered his cock in the soft oils. The aroma smelled delicious and his cock stiffened again at the touch. Whatever the oil was made his whole body feel warm, he instantly relaxed.
“You’re much more calm now,” she said, she loved watching him melt in her hands, his wanting cock pointed straight up.
“…please, Princess,” he pleaded.
She smiled, he addressed her finally, “Today you’re going to learn what I like,” she said massaging the oils into his cock, she moved the slick oil around his body. Ophelia crawled on the bed and moved herself on top of Ben’s body. Her thighs pressed against his body as she continued to move up. She lifted the robe showing the prince her bare pussy. He was finally able to see it more completely in the bright morning light.
It was so beautiful. Slightly swollen with her clit slightly poking out. Ophelia was already turned on by this, having the prince stuck on his back, only accepting of her pleasurable torture, her manicured hands parted her soft lips, “Open your mouth,” she said. Ben was speechless, “You’re going to lick until I’m done,” Ophelia’s voice was so soft, her command so strangely comforting.
Ben nodded. The princess positioned herself so her thighs kept the blonde’s head snugly between her soft thighs. She lowered herself on top of him and felt his warm tongue in acceptance of her pussy, “You don’t take much to calm down,” she teased, his mouth filled with her pussy. He struggled to breathe, only getting small breaths through his nose. Ophelia steadied herself with her hand gripping Ben’s hair. She tugged gently, “You feel that little nub right….ah…yes,” she giggled, “You found it, keep going just like that,” she instructed. Ben was relieved to get some kind of guidance, he was new to all of this, and something inside of him still wanted to please her.
Ophelia rubbed her pussy against his face, riding his face happily. Ben started to struggle beneath her, “What? You can’t breathe?” She said enjoying this. Ben’s body tugged against the chains he continued licking earnestly, he tried to grab a few gasps of air but felt Ophelia’s nectar drip down the sides of his mouth. Ophelia let herself up and Ben panted, she looked down at his face, “Very good,” the princess said, there was kindness in her voice, “Now make me cum this time.”
She lowered herself back on top of his mouth and rode his mouth aggressively. Her hips bucked into his mouth, the princess moaned louder and louder until she grabbed Ben’s hair, tugging his hair. Ophelia came and relaxed on Ben’s face. She lifted herself up, her excitement left a thin trail between her pussy and his mouth.
The princess slid off of his body and moved next to him. Ben’s cock was flaccid as she slipped the ring right over it.
“What…is that?”
“A cock ring. To keep you from cumming so fast, you were no fun yesterday.”
“I thought…don’t you *want* that?”
“I want your obedience more. I want you to earn your orgasms properly. Remember that this is what *I* want, and you are just a tool. My tool,” she played absent-mindedly with his well lathered cock, it soon sprang to life just as she expected.
“This…it’s tight…,” said Ben, not sure to this new feeling. He looked down and watched his pale member turn into a shade of pink. Ophelia continued to tease him as he pressed his head back into the pillow, “Princess…it feels—“
“Good, right?” She said. The princess unclasped her robes and let them fall to the floor. Ben looked at her pale back, completely unmarked, his eyes traveled down to her plump ass. She looked over her shoulder at him, “This time you’re going to ask for permission,” she turned around, involuntarily Ben gasped in, immediately looking at her breasts. In the morning light she was even more beautiful, her nipples practically the most perfect shade of pink he had ever seen. They were tight and pointed, only complimented by her beautifully full breasts. Ophelia smirked at his reaction. She was pleased by how easily she was able to wrap the prince around her finger.
The princess turned and began to kiss Ben’s stomach, she littered his body in kisses until she picked a spot. The princess started to suck on his pale flesh, her big doe-eyes looked at him as he cringed he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes as she sucked and attacked his flesh, “Why?”
Ophelia stopped, “Marking you. So you don’t forget,” she said as she sucked on the flesh again. She continued until the barbarian’s flesh where her mouth was was a deep red, “You look like you bruise easily,” she teased.
The princess moved and propped her thighs against Ben’s shoulders, she lay on his stomach, her tits pressed against his belly and her curvaceous ass in his face, he could only stare at her pussy that was clearly coated in her excitement. He could smell the sex on her, and every ounce of him wanted to indulge but he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t.
Ophelia teased his cock, “Now, who do you belong to, boy?” She asked, she teased her tongue at the tip of his manhood, already a clear bubble formed at the top with his pre.
Ben shut his eyes tight, “No one.”
Ophelia lowered her mouth onto his bulbous head and gingerly sucked, she heard the boys gentle sighs of pleasure as he struggled against his feelings. He was still torn between accepting this new life for himself and resisting. Without any contact from the outside world, his options were limited. She pulled his head out of her mouth, “Try again,” she said, Ophelia’s own excitement began to drip down her thighs.
“No one,” he responded again.
The princess pouted and lowered her cunt onto his face. The prince accepted her pussy in his mouth, his nose nearly buried in her soaked lips. He struggled against suddenly not breathing, the restraints now more bothersome the second day in chains. He struggled to breathe, his face buried between her cunt and ass.
“I had you right where I wanted yesterday and you just resorted back to your old ways,” Ophelia noted. She lifted her cunt and the blonde breathed in and out deeply, catching his breath before Ophelia smothered him once more. This time she began to coat his cock in a layer of her saliva. When she was finished she lowered her head on his cock and slurped him in her mouth. She was going to make him say it, regardless of how long it took. She needed to hear him say that he was hers. That he had finally accepted his position as her personal cum dispenser.
The princess rolled her cunt against his face that was now entirely covered in her juices. He felt lightheaded, his focus started to fade and all he could think about was the intense pleasure of his cock and the taste of her cunt. Why did she have to be so fucking delicious?
Ben bucked his hips into her mouth trying to feel more of the warmth. Immediately Ophelia pulled away and sat back against his face, “You don’t get to decide what I do,” she said sweetly, a trail of drool escaped the side of her lip.
The princess let up and Ben gasped again, this time much more desperately. His vision was blurry and his face wet with her sweet juices. She examined her captive and saw the look on his face, the expression of a man nearly at his limit. Ben felt he could hardly contain himself anymore, his cock pushed so close to its limit.
“I will let you cum if you tell me who your cock belongs to.”
“You, Princess,” he said. Finally submitting. He looked at the plump, swollen lips of her pussy. He did that to her. He made her feel good. He hoped it was enough.
Ophelia was pleased with his answer, “One hand,” she said. She turned to unclasp one hand from the chain. Ben’s pale wrist was marked red with a few scratches. It felt good for him to have finally earned a bit more freedom. He swallowed the air again, the princesses juices began to dry and cool on his face.
The raven haired goddess positioned herself behind Ben’s cock, “You must ask if you can cum inside of me,” she commanded. Her face was flushed, she was deeply aroused by all of this. The restraints. The power. It all had a deep effect on her. She enjoyed how he resisted, and then submitted to her in a cycle that she felt she was close to breaking. After years of conditioning she wasn’t surprised how much training even a young Barbarian needed.
Ophelia lowered herself onto his cock again and whined at the invasion of her depths, “We’ll try this again,” she said with a smile, “When are you allowed to cum?”
“When you say.”
The princess lifted up his hand and placed it on her breasts, she guided him to feel her pert nipple as she slowly rode his engorged cock, “You’ll make these filled with milk soon,” she said, she lowered his hand to her stomach, “This will be nice and round too,” she moved faster, already intent on using her new cock toy to cum.
Ben’s hand traveled back up to her breasts, he squeezed the warm flesh and teased the princesses nipple, encouraged by her increased moans. He was so hyper aware of her body, it was all he could focus on, “Princess…may I…,” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he exploded inside of her, and the princess came along with him. She continued to ride him until she squeezed every last ounce of his seed inside of her.
She collapsed on top of him, entirely spent. Slowly Ben wrapped an arm around her waist. She would be the mother of his children, he could finally admit to himself. His cock went flaccid inside of her until she rolled off of him, a thick layer of his semen dripped down her thigh.
“I want to serve you,” he blurted out. The princess looked at him. In that moment he looked so young and so eager, “I don’t…have anything else to give you.”
She stroked his cheek and lowered herself on top of him. She kissed him sweetly. His first kiss. Ophelia looked into his grey eyes, “I will protect you and keep you safe. I do want us to be happy,” she smiled and kissed him once more. The princess unclasped his other hand, and then got up to do his chained ankles. She was impressed with herself, only two sessions to break in her Barbarian, “Let’s get you a bath,” she said. The boy nodded. A bath with his princess sounded perfect.
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