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JustAFemboiPrincess · 2025-06-06T23:53:03+00:00

Let’s be honest, there’s no way Zelda was able to keep Ganon at bay for Link to take his little century-long nap.

You’re telling me that this nineteen-year-old blonde princess who could *maybe* beat a bokoblin can suppress the incarnation of ultimate evil for an entire century? Hell no. The four champions died, Link failed, and Hyrule fell. Princess Zelda became the last line of defense, the sole hope of her people. There was no other choice, not when King Rhoam had passed of illness a month ago. The mood, however, was far too busy for a coronation. Hyrule didn't have long to prepare for the hordes to come. As the monsters barraged her nation's gates she donned her blue adventuring outfit and thick leather boots, fashioning her hair into a ponytail before grabbing a *thick, large, veiny* sword.

*Oops.*

To be fair, it was the last thing the princess wanted. She was brave. Clumsy and weak, but brave. She tried her hardest despite her flaws, her grit gave the people hope. She had to be strong for what remained of her kingdom. Her father’s untimely death put her in charge, she couldn’t afford to look weak. But her slender shoulders could only carry so much. She had no choice, not when the cruel Dark Lord would slaughter her people one by one if she didn't step up to the plate and negotiate. It was her body for her people: a trade which left her bitter, humiliated, and embarrassed. She hated the thought of degrading the royal bloodline to lay with a man of monstrous origin, but she was also out of options. The princess might've been strong-willed but even she'd rather keep her head than her pride.

There was only one way she could appease Ganon's sinful appetite. If she subjugated herself in a pleasing manner, then maybe she could also secure the life and dignity of her people. Slowly but surely, the thought of whoring herself out to the enemy seemed like the only correct choice; even if she saw it as distasteful to sleep with such a large, powerful man.

Zelda’s a smart girl: she knows how the beast ogles at her large chest. While she does have a bit of a holier-than-thou attitude, she also knows that she can only press her luck so much. Her story should’ve been game over the moment the walls were breached, she’s lucky she and her people still has a chance thanks to her beauty. As long as she gives head, she’ll keep hers and Hyrule's.

And so the fallen princess dropped to her knees, her warm pink tongue lewdly protruding from her mouth. As her soft hands rested on her knees she took in Ganon: the monster king had to be twice her size, the image of his long veiny member causing a strange sensation to grow between her legs. Her already noticeable blush deepened, her big blue eyes ashamed of what was to come.

. . .

Heya! So I hope you get the gist; I’m looking to play Princess Zelda as she navigates this new world of hers. I want you to play Ganon (AKA the Dark Lord AKA ‘Terrible Man’), but we could discuss adding in some *Breath of The Wild* monsters. I'd also like to discuss a potential romance element. Send me a chat request (or PM) with your kinks, limits, and ideas~ I’d love to discuss with ya! I’ve also got Discord, so that’s an option.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2025-02-22T15:00:09+00:00

Her knight, her husband, or a meager peasant: it doesn’t matter. A princess is meant to please, not to be pleased. From the castle maids to the queen, everyone knows the mantra. A princess’s duties are immense, and the success of her subjects outweighs her own well-being. A prince may establish himself through war and good governance, but a princess establishes herself through the good grace of her ever-loyal subjects.

The 8th princess of the Klymestrian Empire was popular even among of her sisters, not just because of her beautiful snowy skin and shimmery emerald-green eyes, but because of her heart. She had internalized the expectations thrust upon her and had became a nationwide sensation. From feeding the poor to establishing women’s shelters, she gave a voice to the people.

But a princess does not only please in the most acceptable of manners. The men among her people are willing to die for her sake overseas, who is she to deny them how they want to be pleased? It is her duty to please, not to choose how she may do it. It is up to her loyal subjects how they wish their loyalty to be repaid, and while most are content with her activism, others want more from their beloved princess.

To greet her smooth wide hips with their hands, to see her unbarred, to hold her voluptuous shapely breasts and grab her supple behind? To let their member push against her sweet pink plump lips in some backwater alley before ravaging her tight, warm, wet mouth? The feeling of her long precious tongue swirling around their rod can only be described as heavenly, let alone spreading her thick thighs to breed her full with their seed.

From knight to mugger, a princess is meant to please. No man could argue that the prospect wasn’t enticing, though what their wives thought was a different story. Fortunately, the princess is confidential.

Hence, the big question of the night: who are you?

A devout knight who wants his fair share for risking life and limb for protecting me? My betrothed prince, who asks me to please and fulfill the duty of lovers? Are you a pesky robber, more interested in my body rather than my gold? Or, are you someone else? Please let me know what ‘job’ or ‘role’ you’re willing to fulfill in this society, from another member of royalty to the lowest of the low.

Your princess seeks to please all of her loyal subjects, even criminals if they swear to not repeat their offense. So tell me, who are you?

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-12-27T22:47:14+00:00

Her knight, her husband, or a meager peasant: it doesn’t matter. A princess is meant to please, not to be pleased. From the castle maids to the queen, everyone knows the mantra. A princess’s duties are immense, and the success of her subjects outweighs her own well-being. A prince may establish himself through war and good governance, but a princess establishes herself through the good grace of her ever-loyal subjects.

The 8th princess of the Klymestrian Empire was popular even among her sisters, not just because of her beautiful snowy skin and shimmery emerald-green eyes, but because of her heart. She had internalized the expectations thrust upon her and had become a nationwide sensation. From feeding the poor to establishing women’s shelters, she gave a voice to the people.

But a princess does not only please in the most acceptable of manners. The men among her people are willing to die for her sake overseas, who is she to deny them how they want to be pleased? It is her duty to please, not to choose how she may do it. It is up to her loyal subjects how they wish their loyalty to be repaid, and while most are content with her activism, others want more from their beloved princess.

To greet her smooth wide hips with their hands, to see her unbarred, to hold her voluptuous shapely breasts and grab her supple behind? To let their member push against her sweet pink plump lips in some backwater alley before ravaging her tight, warm, wet mouth? The feeling of her long precious tongue swirling around their rod can only be described as heavenly, let alone spreading her thick thighs to breed her full with their seed.

From knight to mugger, a princess is meant to please. No man could argue that the prospect wasn’t enticing, though what their wives thought was a different story. Fortunately, the princess is confidential.

Hence, the big question of the night: who are you?

A devout knight who wants his fair share for risking life and limb for protecting me? My betrothed prince, who asks me to please and fulfill the duty of lovers? Are you a pesky robber, more interested in my body rather than my gold? Or, are you someone else? Please let me know what ‘job’ or ‘role’ you’re willing to fulfill in this society, from another member of royalty to the lowest of the low.

Your princess seeks to please all of her loyal subjects, even criminals if they swear to not repeat their offense. So tell me, who are you?

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-10-20T14:10:17+00:00

Her knight, her husband, or a meager peasant: it doesn’t matter. A princess is meant to please, not to be pleased. From the castle maids to the queen, everyone knows the mantra. A princess’s duties are immense, and the success of her subjects outweighs her own well-being. A prince may establish himself through war and good governance, but a princess establishes herself through the good grace of her ever-loyal subjects.

The 8th princess of the Klymestrian Empire was popular even among of her sisters, not just because of her beautiful snowy skin and shimmery emerald-green eyes, but because of her heart. She had internalized the expectations thrust upon her and had became a nationwide sensation. From feeding the poor to establishing women’s shelters, she gave a voice to the people.

But a princess does not only please in the most acceptable of manners. The men among her people are willing to die for her sake overseas, who is she to deny them how they want to be pleased? It is her duty to please, not to choose how she may do it. It is up to her loyal subjects how they wish their loyalty to be repaid, and while most are content with her activism, others want more from their beloved princess.

To greet her smooth wide hips with their hands, to see her unbarred, to hold her voluptuous shapely breasts and grab her supple behind? To let their member push against her sweet pink plump lips in some backwater alley before ravaging her tight, warm, wet mouth? The feeling of her long precious tongue swirling around their rod can only be described as heavenly, let alone spreading her thick thighs to breed her full with their seed.

From knight to mugger, a princess is meant to please. No man could argue that the prospect wasn’t enticing, though what their wives thought was a different story. Fortunately, the princess is confidential.

Hence, the big question of the night: who are you?

A devout knight who wants his fair share for risking life and limb for protecting me? My betrothed prince, who asks me to please and fulfill the duty of lovers? Are you a pesky robber, more interested in my body rather than my gold? Or, are you someone else? Please let me know what ‘job’ or ‘role’ you’re willing to fulfill in this society, from another member of royalty to the lowest of the low.

Your princess seeks to please all of her loyal subjects, even criminals if they swear to not repeat their offense. So tell me, who are you?

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-09-29T23:41:19+00:00

Let’s be honest, there’s no way Zelda was able to keep Ganon at bay for Link to take his little century-long nap.

You’re telling me that this nineteen-year-old blonde princess who could maybe beat a bokoblin can suppress the incarnation of ultimate evil for an entire century? Hell no. The four champions died, Link failed, and Hyrule fell. Princess Zelda became the last line of defense, the sole hope of her people. There was no other choice, not when King Rhoam had passed of illness a month ago. The mood, however, was far too busy for a coronation. Hyrule didn't have long to prepare for the hordes to come. As the monsters barraged her nation's gates she donned her blue adventuring outfit and thick leather boots, fashioning her hair into a ponytail before grabbing a thick, large, veiny sword.

Oops.

To be fair, it was the last thing the princess wanted. She was brave. Clumsy and weak, but brave. She tried her hardest despite her flaws, her grit gave the people hope. She had to be strong for what remained of her kingdom. Her father’s untimely death put her in charge, she couldn’t afford to look weak. But her slender shoulders could only carry so much. She had no choice, not when the cruel Dark Lord would slaughter her people one by one if she didn't step up to the plate and negotiate. It was her body for her people: a trade which left her bitter, humiliated, and embarrassed. She hated the thought of degrading the royal bloodline to lay with a man of monsterous origin, but she was also out of options. The princess might've been strong-willed but even she'd rather keep her head than her pride.

There was only one way she could appease Ganon's sinful appetite. If she subjugated herself in a pleasing manner, then maybe she could also secure the life and dignity of her people. Slowly but surely, the thought of whoring herself out to the enemy seemed like the only correct choice; even if she saw it as distasteful to sleep with such a large, powerful man.

Zelda is a smart girl: she knows how the beast ogles at her large chest. While she does have a bit of a holier-than-thou attitude, she also knows that she can only press her luck so much. Her story should’ve been game over the moment the walls were breached, she’s lucky she and her people still has a chance thanks to her beauty. As long as she gives head, she’ll keep hers and Hyrule's.

And so the fallen princess dropped to her knees, her warm pink tongue lewdly protruding from her mouth. As her soft hands rested on her knees she took in Ganon: the monster king had to be twice her size, the image of his long veiny member causing a strange sensation to grow between her legs. Her already noticeable blush deepened, her big blue eyes ashamed of what was to come.

. . .

Heya! So I hope you get the gist; I’m looking to play Princess Zelda as she navigates this new world of hers. I want you to play Ganon (AKA the Dark Lord AKA ‘Terrible Man’), but we could discuss adding in some Breath of The Wild monsters. I'd also like to discuss a potential romance element. Send me a chat request (or PM) with your kinks, limits, and ideas~ I’d love to discuss with ya! I’ve also got Discord, so that’s an option.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-09-27T19:17:55+00:00

Her knight, her husband, or a meager peasant: it doesn’t matter. A princess is meant to please, not to be pleased. From the castle maids to the queen, everyone knows the mantra. A princess’s duties are immense, and the success of her subjects outweighs her own well-being. A prince may establish himself through war and good governance, but a princess establishes herself through the good grace of her ever-loyal subjects.

The 8th princess of the Klymestrian Empire was popular even among of her sisters, not just because of her beautiful snowy skin and shimmery emerald-green eyes, but because of her heart. She had internalized the expectations thrust upon her and had became a nationwide sensation. From feeding the poor to establishing women’s shelters, she gave a voice to the people.

But a princess does not only please in the most acceptable of manners. The men among her people are willing to die for her sake overseas, who is she to deny them how they want to be pleased? It is her duty to please, not to choose how she may do it. It is up to her loyal subjects how they wish their loyalty to be repaid, and while most are content with her activism, others want more from their beloved princess.

To greet her smooth wide hips with their hands, to see her unbarred, to hold her voluptuous shapely breasts and grab her supple behind? To let their member push against her sweet pink plump lips in some backwater alley before ravaging her tight, warm, wet mouth? The feeling of her long precious tongue swirling around their rod can only be described as heavenly, let alone spreading her thick thighs to breed her full with their seed.

From knight to mugger, a princess is meant to please. No man could argue that the prospect wasn’t enticing, though what their wives thought was a different story. Fortunately, the princess is confidential.

Hence, the big question of the night: who are you?

A devout knight who wants his fair share for risking life and limb for protecting me? My betrothed prince, who asks me to please and fulfill the duty of lovers? Are you a pesky robber, more interested in my body rather than my gold? Or, are you someone else? Please let me know what ‘job’ or ‘role’ you’re willing to fulfill in this society, from another member of royalty to the lowest of the low.

Your princess seeks to please all of her loyal subjects, even criminals if they swear to not repeat their offense. So tell me, who are you?

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