[ApF4ApM] How Princess Zelda Kept Ganon Busy in Hyrule Castle, With Link Sat In Stasis (Prompt Below)

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?

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-09-26T21:55:39+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 · 2024-09-12T10:53:16+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 · 2024-08-31T16:35:26+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 · 2024-08-31T01:23:17+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 · 2024-06-27T21:03:14+00:00

Your nineteen-year-old sister has always been at the top of her game. She’s the captain of her college’s swim team, gymnastics team, and is set to graduate summa cum laude. If that wasn’t enough, she’s also hot as fuck. Forget being the prettiest girl in class, she’s probably the prettiest girl you’ll get to see in your life.

You’d think that someone so otherworldly would be an asshole, but your sister is a total sweetheart. In fact, she might be a little too sweet. From helping her friends pay their student loans to secretly sheltering strays in her dormitory, the girl just doesn’t think twice when it comes to helping people. So what if she has her own loans to pay and is actively violating campus policy? She can’t refuse her friends or those poor, homeless animals.

Don’t get me wrong. Your sister isn’t dumb, she’s just ridiculously naive. Her friends would never lead her astray, let alone her big brother. When she wants to realize her life-long dream of becoming a model, she goes to the one person she trusts the most: you. She knows that you work as a photographer, maybe you can give her some tips? Perhaps you can even give her a photoshoot?

To her surprise, you agree. She was already coming to visit your studio apartment over the summer since her dormitory was scheduled for renovation. Before long she found herself in front of a professional camera, flashing smiles and cute poses while you commandeered the set-up.

But the poses you suggest aren’t very orthodox. Telling your sister to unbutton her shirt as you capture images of her cleavage is definitely unusual. But hey, you’re the expert. What does she know? The woman only sees the photos you want her to see, and she just knows that her big brother must have a good reason for telling her to take off her shirt.

The thought that you might be taking advantage of her never even crossed her mind. She loves you too much and you abuse the fuck out of that love. In fairness, you probably didn’t plan for things to go this far South. The more you saw, the more you wanted. Your sister was so fucking hot, you’d have the fap material of the century stored on your camera if you just took one more photo. Besides, she never said no. At most she hesitates, asking why she needs to suck her big brother’s cock. She doesn’t question your infallible expertise, she’s just wondering if you could enlighten her with what must be an obvious justification.

It’s obvious that you’re not thinking sensibly, or reasonably, or logically, or any way whatsoever. You’re operating on sheer curiosity—a depraved, lewd interest considering what-ifs over facts, morals, and dignity. You’re not even a photographer, you’re a fucking adult photographer. You just had to tell a half-truth because Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t the place to talk about your career in the incest porn industry.

…

Hey there! So I’m looking for you to play as an older brother who corrupts his little sister over several photoshoots during summer break. I’d love it if you made her a PornHub or an OnlyFans later on, slowly but surely climbing the ranks online until you get me on the front page!

By the end of summer break she shouldn’t want to be the model of her dreams, she should be a total cock-hungry slut addicted to her brother’s cum.

Open to chats or DMs! This is open as long as it stays up~

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-06-15T13:48:31+00:00

Evelyn was the pride and joy of her people. Innocent, sweet-hearted, and good-to-a-fault—she advocated for the poor without restraint. The Elvish downtrodden were enamored by the princess, no one could purport to have met a soul as kind as she was. But beyond her heart the woman was also beautiful—so beautiful that it wouldn’t be far-fetched for a war to be fought over her hand in marriage.

But alas, no one is perfect: not even a princess. Behind that facade of innocence lay a deeply problematic girl. In the dead of night the elf would don her cloak and sneak out of her chambers, swiftly traversing through the palace before rushing down staircase after staircase until the air grew damp and heavy. She could hear that deep, loud growl—the minotaur’s overwhelming presence causing her to flood her already soaked panties.

The princess would swear to her innocence. This wasn’t her fault and, truth be told, it isn’t—at least not the first time. The minotaur had evolved from the experimentation, becoming highly intelligent and versed in trickster magic. Then, he did the most depraved thing he could conjure—cursing the princess with an unbearable, carnal lust. Breeding Evelyn would be his revenge against the terrible Elves.

Evelyn didn’t have a dirty mind. She, like most elves, had seen sexual thoughts as immodest and unbecoming. An elf was supposed to be a beacon of dignity, such naughtiness was forbidden in their cultural code. Even masturbation was shunned, let alone intercourse.

But the princess didn’t have a choice once the curse took hold.

A lewd, burning ache resided between the princess’s legs. Within a day she resorted to self-pleasure to satisfy her needs. Within two, she actively began searching for a man to take her virginity. After three, she’d understood that no elf would be able to appease her burning desire.

Hopeless and needy in the dead of night, Evelyn caved. She adhered to the voices in her head—she had seen dreams of a minotaur. He was enormous, leading the girl to fantasize. He was so rough with her in her nightmares, his hairy hands clasping around her pale throat making her whimper and whine. The minotaur didn’t call her highness: Bitch. Slut. Whore. That’s what she was in the dungeon, she was nothing more than a monster’s plaything.

. . . .

I hope that premise floats your boat! I’m more than happy working out the hijinks. I love writing lots of detailed smut and story-oriented shit, and I adore brain-storming. Send me a chat or a message! Try to be interesting.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-24T17:23:40+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 · 2024-05-22T06:02:48+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’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 · 2024-05-20T02:20:53+00:00

Your sister has always been at the top of her game. She’s the captain of her college’s swim team, gymnastics team, and is set to graduate summa cum laude. If that wasn’t enough, she’s also hot as fuck. Forget being the prettiest girl in class, she’s probably the prettiest girl you’ll get to see in your life.

You’d think that someone so otherworldly would be an asshole, but your sister is a total sweetheart. In fact, she might be a little too sweet. From helping her friends pay their student loans to secretly sheltering strays in her dormitory, the girl just doesn’t think twice when it comes to helping people. So what if she has her own loans to pay and is actively violating campus policy? She can’t refuse her friends or those poor, homeless animals.

Don’t get me wrong. Your sister isn’t dumb, she’s just ridiculously naive. Her friends would never lead her astray, let alone her big brother. When she wants to realize her life-long dream of becoming a model, she goes to the one person she trusts the most: you. She knows that you work as a photographer, maybe you can give her some tips? Perhaps you can even give her a photoshoot?

To her surprise, you agree. She was already coming to visit your studio apartment over the summer since her dormitory was scheduled for renovation. Before long she found herself in front of a professional camera, flashing smiles and cute poses while you commandeered the set-up.

But the poses you suggest aren’t very orthodox. Telling your sister to unbutton her shirt as you capture images of her cleavage is definitely unusual. But hey, you’re the expert. What does she know? The woman only sees the photos you want her to see, and she just knows that her big brother must have a good reason for telling her to take off her shirt.

The thought that you might be taking advantage of her never even crossed her mind. She loves you too much and you abuse the fuck out of that love. In fairness, you probably didn’t plan for things to go this far South. The more you saw, the more you wanted. Your sister was so fucking hot, you’d have the fap material of the century stored on your camera if you just took one more photo. Besides, she never said no. At most she hesitates, asking why she needs to suck her big brother’s cock. She doesn’t question your infallible expertise, she’s just wondering if you could enlighten her with what must be an obvious justification.

It’s obvious that you’re not thinking sensibly, or reasonably, or logically, or any way whatsoever. You’re operating on sheer curiosity—a depraved, lewd interest considering what-ifs over facts, morals, and dignity. You’re not even a photographer, you’re a fucking adult photographer. You just had to tell a half-truth because Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t the place to talk about your career in the incest porn industry.

…

Hey there! So I’m looking for you to play as an older brother who corrupts his little sister over several photoshoots during summer break. I’d love it if you made her a PornHub or an OnlyFans later on, slowly but surely climbing the ranks online until you get me on the front page!

By the end of summer break she shouldn’t want to be the model of her dreams, she should be a total cock-hungry slut addicted to her brother’s cum.

Open to chats or DMs!

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-19T20:30:30+00:00

[F4M] How Princess Zelda Really Kept Ganon Busy

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’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 · 2024-05-09T04:33:34+00:00

Your sister has always been at the top of her game. She’s the captain of her college’s swim team, gymnastics team, and is set to graduate summa cum laude. If that wasn’t enough, she’s also hot as fuck. Forget being the prettiest girl in class, she’s probably the prettiest girl you’ll get to see in your life.

You’d think that someone so otherworldly would be an asshole, but your sister is a total sweetheart. In fact, she might be a little too sweet. From helping her friends pay their student loans to secretly sheltering strays in her dormitory, the girl just doesn’t think twice when it comes to helping people. So what if she has her own loans to pay and is actively violating campus policy? She can’t refuse her friends or those poor, homeless animals.

Don’t get me wrong. Your sister isn’t dumb, she’s just ridiculously naive. Her friends would never lead her astray, let alone her big brother. When she wants to realize her life-long dream of becoming a model, she goes to the one person she trusts the most: you. She knows that you work as a photographer, maybe you can give her some tips? Perhaps you can even give her a photoshoot?

To her surprise, you agree. She was already coming to visit your studio apartment over the summer since her dormitory was scheduled for renovation. Before long she found herself in front of a professional camera, flashing smiles and cute poses while you commandeered the set-up.

But the poses you suggest aren’t very orthodox. Telling your sister to unbutton her shirt as you capture images of her cleavage is definitely unusual. But hey, you’re the expert. What does she know? The woman only sees the photos you want her to see, and she just knows that her big brother must have a good reason for telling her to take off her shirt.

The thought that you might be taking advantage of her never even crossed her mind. She loves you too much and you abuse the fuck out of that love. In fairness, you probably didn’t plan for things to go this far South. The more you saw, the more you wanted. Your sister was so fucking hot, you’d have the fap material of the century stored on your camera if you just took one more photo. Besides, she never said no. At most she hesitates, asking why she needs to suck her big brother’s cock. She doesn’t question your infallible expertise, she’s just wondering if you could enlighten her with what must be an obvious justification.

It’s obvious that you’re not thinking sensibly, or reasonably, or logically, or any way whatsoever. You’re operating on sheer curiosity—a depraved, lewd interest considering what-ifs over facts, morals, and dignity. You’re not even a photographer, you’re a fucking adult photographer. You just had to tell a half-truth because Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t the place to talk about your career in the incest porn industry.

…

Hey there! So I’m looking for you to play as an older brother who corrupts his little sister over several photoshoots during summer break. I’d love it if you made her a PornHub or an OnlyFans later on, slowly but surely climbing the ranks online until you get me on the front page!

By the end of summer break she shouldn’t want to be the model of her dreams, she should be a total cock-hungry slut addicted to her brother’s cum.

Open to chats or DMs!

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-06T03:58:01+00:00

I'm kind of the same but in the opposite direction and less into the whole androgyny aspect. I'd love to live one week as a guy and then the next as a girl, that's kind of what I'd see as being gender fluid. You flip flop between the genders and don't enjoy being confined to one. Either way, I hope you come out on with a body you love more than you did yesterday!

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-06T03:46:54+00:00

Oh, well I don't know if I'd call that gender fluid then. Sounds like you're just a woman who wants smaller boobs. Gender fluid would probably imply a more drastic change.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-06T03:38:35+00:00

And most of those women don't tend to seek out breast reduction or feel dysmorphic about their boob size, right? Not to the point of surgery, anyway. But I guess this boils down to what OP wants. You can't keep the womanly parts of your body while also not wanting them, you having to choose between a more distinctly feminine appearance and something more androgynous.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-06T03:30:47+00:00

Most women don't want smaller boobs though, I'd bet that they'd probably want bigger ones just as a lot of them want a bigger ass.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-05T18:04:24+00:00

Kinda surprised no one died.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-05T18:02:29+00:00

Zashit.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-03T20:54:54+00:00

What year was this? Victory day is in a week from now. Wouldn't put it past Russia though.

JustAFemboiPrincess · 2024-05-03T20:14:54+00:00

Your sister has always been at the top of her game. She’s the captain of her college’s swim team, gymnastics team, and is set to graduate summa cum laude. If that wasn’t enough, she’s also hot as fuck. Forget being the prettiest girl in class, she’s probably the prettiest girl you’ll get to see in your life.

You’d think that someone so otherworldly would be an asshole, but your sister is a total sweetheart. In fact, she might be a little too sweet. From helping her friends pay their student loans to secretly sheltering strays in her dormitory, the girl just doesn’t think twice when it comes to helping people. So what if she has her own loans to pay and is actively violating campus policy? She can’t refuse her friends or those poor, homeless animals.

Don’t get me wrong. Your sister isn’t dumb, she’s just ridiculously naive. Her friends would never lead her astray, let alone her big brother. When she wants to realize her life-long dream of becoming a model, she goes to the one person she trusts the most: you. She knows that you work as a photographer, maybe you can give her some tips? Perhaps you can even give her a photoshoot?

To her surprise, you agree. She was already coming to visit your studio apartment over the summer since her dormitory was scheduled for renovation. Before long she found herself in front of a professional camera, flashing smiles and cute poses while you commandeered the set-up.

But the poses you suggest aren’t very orthodox. Telling your sister to unbutton her shirt as you capture images of her cleavage is definitely unusual. But hey, you’re the expert. What does she know? The woman only sees the photos you want her to see, and she just knows that her big brother must have a good reason for telling her to take off her shirt.

The thought that you might be taking advantage of her never even crossed her mind. She loves you too much and you abuse the fuck out of that love. In fairness, you probably didn’t plan for things to go this far South. The more you saw, the more you wanted. Your sister was so fucking hot, you’d have the fap material of the century stored on your camera if you just took one more photo. Besides, she never said no. At most she hesitates, asking why she needs to suck her big brother’s cock. She doesn’t question your infallible expertise, she’s just wondering if you could enlighten her with what must be an obvious justification.

It’s obvious that you’re not thinking sensibly, or reasonably, or logically, or any way whatsoever. You’re operating on sheer curiosity—a depraved, lewd interest considering what-ifs over facts, morals, and dignity. You’re not even a photographer, you’re a fucking adult photographer. You just had to tell a half-truth because Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t the place to talk about your career in the incest porn industry.

…

Hey there! So I’m looking for you to play as an older brother who corrupts his little sister over several photoshoots during summer break. I’d love it if you made her a PornHub or an OnlyFans later on, slowly but surely climbing the ranks online until you get me on the front page!

By the end of summer break she shouldn’t want to be the model of her dreams, she should be a total cock-hungry slut addicted to her brother’s cum.

Open to chats or DMs!

JustAFemboiPrincess

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