The Minotaur and the Princess

[M4F] [Musb] [pain] [ruined orgasm] [face sitting] [whimpers and moans]

*stage directions* (actions happening)

Beginning Option One:
*mumbles to self* I really hope this works.

Hello Princess. I am a Minotaur of the BrightLeaf forest. I have traveled far and wide to finally reach your kingdom. I am a mighty warrior of my tribe and I have been told that anyone who bests the might princess in combat is granted a wish.

Yes, I know you have never been bested in combat, your Royal Highness, but I am here to prove to my tribe that I am worthy.

Do I know the cost of failure? I would not be here if I did not know. I know that should I lose, I become your *in a whisper* slave….*said with a little need or desperation, just a hint* To do whatever it is you want me to do.

 I know the risk, your Royal Highness, and I am prepared to pay it.

Yes, I also know that the weapon of choice is yours. I was trained by the finest warriors of my tribe in all forms of combat. So choose, I’m ready to fight with whatever you see fit.

Ahh, I had heard you preferred the rapier. I am more than willing to battle you with that. In fact, I even have my own.

*this part is done as thoughts in your head. You can do the thinking sound effect or not, your choice. Could add some sword fighting, but not necessary*

She moves faster than I thought she would.

A little to the left and …yes! Missed her only by a hair. Gotta make this look good.

Should I really be risking my life for this? Is it really worth it?

But look at her….if only I could have her.

Whew! That was a close shot. I might have been mortally wounded by that one. Make it look good, don’t die.

And the final blow…I am glad my tribe is not here to see me on my knees.

*back to dialog*

Beginning option Two:

*Memory Narration:*

As my large arms and legs are put into shackles, I can’t help but remember how I got there…

I had traveled far across the land to reach her kingdom. I stood before the Princess and said

“Hello Princess. I am a Minotaur of the BrightLeaf forest I am a mighty warrior of my tribe and I have been told that anyone who bests the might princess in combat is granted a wish.”

She replied: “I have never been bested in combat, you must know”

“Yes, I know, your Royal Highness, but I am here to prove to my tribe that I am worthy.”

She looked at me sternly “Do you know the cost of failure?”

“I would not be here if I did not know. I know that should I lose, I become your *in a whisper* slave….*said with a little need or desperation, just a hint* To do whatever it is you want me to do.”

I swear I saw a smirk curve her beautiful lips as she said “and you are prepared to pay that price should you lose?”

“Yes, your Royal Highness, and I am prepared to pay it.”

I quickly added “Yes, I also know that the weapon of choice is yours. I was trained by the finest warriors of my tribe in all forms of combat. Please choose your weapon.”

She looked over her shoulder as a guard handed her a shining Rapier.

“Ahh, I had heard you preferred the rapier. I am more than willing to battle you with that. In fact, I even have my own. “

We circled eachother on the field and She moved faster than I thought she would. Her strikes were quick and precise. I took my aim just a hair pass her arm as I did not truly want to graze her gorgeous flesh. I could not look as if I was trying to lose, even though I was.

As I watched her dodge and parry, I thought “Should I really be risking my life for this? Is it really worth it?” but all I had to do was to look upon her face and imagine the things she could do to me to know, if only I could have her even once, I would risk my life.

Too much thinking o her skin and she got in a close shot. I might have been mortally wounded by that one. I needed to make it look good, not die trying.

Her last blow was good enough to send me falling to my knees. My head hung and my lips slightly curved.


Second part of either:
You have bested me, Princess. I yield to your greater prowess. Please do with me as you wish. I will not fight.

My hands in irons, my legs in shackles all for you. I am yours, Your Royal Highness, to do with as you see fit.

I know I would do well as a worker. I would do well wherever you would place me. But, Princess, I would like the chance to show you another way I might serve you.
I have many parts of me that would bring you great pleasure. My tongue is incredibly long. And I have a large, wide nose perfect for riding my face.

My fingers are thick and nimble, able to fill you and bring you great joy.

My cock, if you deem it worthy, is more than likely the biggest you have seen. It can be used for pain or pleasure, depending on how you see fit.

I can take a great amount of pain, your royal highness, and I am more than willing to endure any of it to give you an ounce of pleasure.

(she appears to be thinking about it)

Please, princess, use me. Use every part of me for whatever you might need. Please, I beg you. I could bring you great joy.

(she moves to lower herself onto your face)

Oh thank you, Princess. To taste you is an honor I shall not soon forget. Please, smother me, Please Princ….*you get cut off as she starts to ride your face. Wet sounds of you licking and sucking her. Feel free to beg or thank her, what not as you urge her to cum on your face*

I can taste your sweet honey Princess, gushing from your cunt, filling my mouth as my rough and eager tongue licks fire along your slick, wet lips. Feel the power in my jaw as I drink down the sweet nectar of your sex. Feel my face as you ride it, rough and strong and eager to please every inch of you.

(after her orgasm, she stands and walks around you..)

Princess….your Royal Highness….please. May I worship you? How may I serve you more?

(you feel her fingers trail across your skin, teasing you)

Oh, Princess…oh please princess…teasing me with your fingers tips. Please, tell me how may I serve you? I am your slave. Your toy. I am yours to do anything you want with.

Let me be of service, let me be whatever you need (her fingers grip your shaft, painfully) *GASP* Oh holy goddess above, how you grace my cock with your touch. Your grip is so tight and the pain so delicious that I cannot help but shudder at your gift.

*whimpers and begs through the next part* (shes stroking you, but hard enough it hurts)

Please, Princess. Please let my cock inside you. Grace me with the gift of your warm, wet cunt descend on this shaft.

I need to worship every inch of you. Please, I want you to use me. I need you to make me your toy, your plaything. My body is here only to bring you pleasure and nothing else. Use me princess. Do anything you want and more. I need to be yours, and yours only.

Please, Princess. Please use my cock. (she lowers herself onto you) Yes, oh goddess yes, thank you for blessing me with your wet cunt on my shaft! Please, princess. Take me. Oh yes, You are like a glove, and I feel so large inside your tight cunt. You grace me with the gift of riding me, please let me be your mount, your stallion. I am yours princess, please use me as your stud.
*improve here some fucking, but do not cum…encourage her too.*

(she moves off your cock)
Wait, Princess, please don’t leave me like this! I’m throbbing for you, I’d do anything, please Princess. I… I need to cum for you. Please *strong begging and desperate whimpers* I need too Please princess.
Please just, a few strokes and….

*desperate and needy but thankful* Oh yes…oh goddess yes please. Oh your hand feels amazing. I don’t deserve this, but please….

(she basically strokes you through a ruined orgasm, you can improve the stroking and getting close)

Wait..No…Princess what are you doing? *ruined orgasm* Princess? Are you going to leave me tied up here?

Yes, I am your eternal slave. I know that now.

Yes, I will wait forever and a day for your touch again. Thank you Princess. Thank you for making me yours.