Wet Dreams

Princess Merlia: The Knight

This one is a bit risky!  Male lead touches FL while she's asleep! BUT, she's not really asleep and she knows what he's doing. She's allowing it to happen because it's what she wants!!!! In his mind he is assaulting her, but she knows what he's doing. SHE IS AWAKE!
BOTH ARE ADULTS!

⚠️⚠️Rough. Praise. Degradation. Begging. Choking. Slapping. Somnophilia⚠️⚠️

THIRD PERSON POV:

It was dark and quiet in the castle as the tall, well built and handsome knight slowly made his way to the Princesses quarters. 

He knew what he was about to do was wrong and he knew he would be executed for his crimes if anyone were to find out. But, that never stopped him. Even though he wished it had, it didn't.

The knight stood in front of the princesses door nervously. It wasn't his first time doing this. But every time was always worst then the last. His body tingled as he took hold of the door knob and turned it slowly.

The soft click as the door opened made his heart sink. He was afraid he would waken the princess. But as always, she didn't budge. He slowly shut the door behind him before he crept over to her bed.

He sighed in admiration as he looked over the sleeping girls body. Her night gown was loose, so it didn't fit quiet right. So, as she tossed and turned in her sleep the gown inched up, exposing her bare pussy.

Her tits had fallen out of the gown as well, leaving them exposed to the cold air that surrounded them. The knight took a deep breath before he shook his head.

He couldn't. He shouldn't. He wouldn't.

But he would.

He knew he would.

For he had no choice. If he didn't now, he'd be forced to lay awake for the rest of the night dreaming of the princess.

He wanted to wake her and ask her for her permission to commit such lewd acts. But he was afraid. What if she were to reject him?

His job was to protect her which meant he had to be with her 24/7. He wouldn't be able to get away from her or the embarrassment. So, he never woke her. Even though his body yearned for hers.

He was truly jealous of anyone in the castle that had gotten to feel her. To feel the heat of her pussy as she rode them or as the fucked her from behind.

He was always there. Watching them with nothing but envy. He was supposed to make her feel like that. He was supposed to fuck her until she was a cum filled, drooling mess. Not them. They didn't deserve to fuck her. They didn't deserve to FEEL her.

And truthfully, neither did he. For she was a gem that no one should touch. She was perfect. Her skin was soft like a cloud and she was always so warm. Everything about her was warm.

The knight bit his lip as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He wanted to wake the princess, so bad. But his fear of rejection was too strong.

So, he settled for being the perv that touched her while she slept. He was disgusted with himself but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Every night he was in her room, touching her, touching himself.