fic: prima nocta 1/2
anonymous
August 18 2013, 12:35:07 UTC
He starts with her hair. It's reddish-blonde, silkier now with the recent access to oils and shampoos only accessible to royalty, and it pours through his fingers like water. Well. He says it does. He says it with admiration, thoughtful, pensive. Then he tells her, take off the dress
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fic: prima nocta 2/2
anonymous
August 18 2013, 12:35:36 UTC
The king pushes her legs up and apart, like she is going to give birth and he wants to prepare her. She can't bring herself to watch this, but she feels him cup her buttocks, squeeze them, pinch them, and then, satisfied, move on to the soft folds of skin between her legs. He fondles her quite delicately there, rubbing his thumb up and down leisurely until she can feel herself there, wet and warm, almost hot
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RE: fic: prima nocta 2/2
anonymous
March 3 2017, 16:39:40 UTC
-*GRRR*...!!! *Monster*!!
NOT *you*, author of 'prima nocta', *OR* *the ORIGINAL PROMPTER*- *the KING*. (THROWS SAID SICK OLD MAN IN THE DUNGEON/WRAPS 'CINDERELLY' IN A BLANKET AND COMFORTS HER WITH A WARM HUG A LA OLAF)
The king needs to make sure that Cinderella is wife material before he can let her marry his son.
He makes her stand on a stool, forces her to strip down to her stockings, and inspects everything about her. EVERYTHING.
Then he takes her.
And she can't stop crying.
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NOT *you*, author of 'prima nocta', *OR* *the ORIGINAL PROMPTER*- *the KING*. (THROWS SAID SICK OLD MAN IN THE DUNGEON/WRAPS 'CINDERELLY' IN A BLANKET AND COMFORTS HER WITH A WARM HUG A LA OLAF)
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