She was, in many ways, an unusual royal.

Ever since she was small, Princess Aletheia had spent more time scampering around the palace, befriending servants’ children and playing hide-and-seek with her frantic guardians than attending her etiquette lessons. She insisted on learning to ride and fence in her teens, and kept her hair cropped above the shoulders to make those activities easier. Eventually, both her royal parents and her subjects accepted that it was easier to let her do what she wanted than to deal with the pouting ire and inevitable rebellion if she was denied.

(The first time she had been told her hair must remain long and feminine, for instance, she had hacked it short with her own blunt training sword, almost causing her mother to have an aneurysm)

By her twenty-third birthday, however, the still-unmarried - and some would say, unmarriageable - princess was getting into all-new kinds of trouble.

Deep in the woods surrounding the castle, on a fine spring afternoon, the tranquility of nature was interrupted by the rough slapping of flesh on flesh. An expensive pink riding dress, chosen reluctantly as a compromise that allowed some freedom of movement while still being acceptably ladylike, hung discarded and crumpled over a low tree branch, showing signs of having been rolled through the underbrush first.

Naked as the day she was born, Princess Aletheia arched her back, rolling her hips with wild abandon as she gladly fucked herself stupid on the obligingly hard cock that pierced her royal pussy. “Mmmnghh, fuck yes!” she grunted, slamming her hips down and bottoming out on the thick shaft. She bit her lip hard and tossed her shortish hair, recognising on some level the need to constrain her outbursts but unable to really do anything more than stifle her whorish moans.

“Why don't you cum a bit louder, Allie,” grumbled the man lying underneath her. “I think there's some guards on the wall that didn't hear you.” About five years older than the princess, with broad shoulders and a powerful build, Sir Tristan had been charged with the solemn duty of keeping the young lady safe on her wanderings.

He supposed this counted, after a fashion.

“Ohhh, I haven't cum yet!” she panted, grinning fiercely as she leaned forward, bracing herself on his shoulders with her small, strong hands. “Believe me, you'll know about it when I do.”

“And so will half the kingdom, I suppose,” Tristan rejoined dryly. Deciding that his mistress had had her own way long enough, he lifted his strong hands - calloused and rough from years of wielding his sword in service to the Crown - and grasped her narrow waist with a powerful grip, yanking Aletheia's hips downwards once more to impale her on his burly cock.

“Nngghah! Asshole!” she yelped, punching him in the shoulder, but dissolved into giggles as she tumbled forward into his arms, her strength failing her as Tristan thrust upward, bouncing her in his lap. “Oh! Ohhh…” she purred, gasping with glee as he finally gave into her provocations and began fucking her properly.

“Little whore,” he teased her, crossing yet another line nobody would dare to step near. “Here was me thinking you actually wanted to go hunting today.”

“Mmmgh… I did,” she moaned. “And I found my prey, didn't I?” Her eyes were half-closed in bliss now, bouncing her tight ass in Tristan's lap in perfect sync with his thrusts. Every movement pressed them even closer together, her royal slit greedily welcoming his unflagging cock as she leaked her arousal shamelessly, hot and slick and tight.

Tristan scoffed lightly, but his eyes were alight with lust as they scanned up and down her body. That body which no man alive should ever have seen, let alone penetrated. If Aletheia's parents ever managed to find her a suitor that she didn't scare off by challenging him to a duel, he would be expecting her to be a virgin. Well, that ship had long sailed. “One of these days,” he grunted, surging upwards with a sudden uncoiling motion, “you're going to get yourself in real trouble!” As if the princess weighed nothing, he tossed her down on her back, looming over her as his cock stayed firmly buried deep inside her.

Aletheia shrieked playfully as her back hit the forest floor, flashing Tristan a mischievous grin. “Are you gonna fuck me for real now?” she taunted.

“What do you think, you little minx?” Tristan drew back his hips, then slammed them forward with enough force to shove the princess an inch or two along the ground.

Aletheia gasped gleefully, her wicked smile never slipping as she eagerly hooked her legs around her illicit paramour. “Good, because I'm not leaving until you make me cum at least three times,” she said.

Okay this was super fun to write! I had to stop myself before I got carried away and just had the whole roleplay with myself, though.

Long story short, super wholesome and smut-heavy. Tristan is a real sweetheart who has been unable to say no to the princess ever since he was assigned to her a couple of years ago. He's also the first knight who's been able to handle her mischief without giving up, and it's largely because he has a knack for giving as good as he gets.

For her part, I imagine Aletheia would have been over the moon to finally have a chaperone that didn't treat her like a fragile, delicate flower and wasn't afraid of calling her out when she was being a brat. Which she can be, from time to time.

I hope the dynamic between the two came through clearly enough - it's very affectionate and full of banter, with Allie usually leading Tristan on a merry dance until he hauls her back in line. Often physically. Super wholesome scene, no complicating factors except for the fact that they really, really, really should not be fucking.

So in no particular order, relevant kinks are sneaking around, hidden sex, ‘hold the moan,’ risky creampies, fancy outfits and clothing play, rough and passionate sex, teasing, fun and equitable power exchange, romance, and a little bit of drama. I'm also pretty big on squirting (though I know that one's not for everyone) and cum play.

Depending on your Aletheia (or another name, btw - don't feel obliged if you'd rather something else), other kinks could easily come into it - like a bit of size play if she's on the teensy side, for example. I wanted to leave her description pretty vague other than ‘tomboy vibes’ so you have leeway to create a character that you enjoy inhabiting.

A lot more info about my kinks and things are on the ol’ DPP profile. Let me know what yours are, and hopefully we can build something together.

x Alex

(I'll reiterate one thing from the profile, since it's important. This starter is decently long, but RP messages will not be nearly so big. I like 1-3 paragraphs per message - substantial, but not a chore to write or full of multiple actions that the other person can't respond to.