knight/princess roleplay script tease

my laptop arrives on thursday so i promise i will be turning out some seriously great hypno audios. in the meantime, i've been working on this princess/knight roleplay script. it isn't yet hypnotic, but i'm figuring that part out. or maybe i'll just have it be regular audio porn. regardless, here's what i have written so far. i'd love to hear your thoughts!

(soft, blissful sigh)

"My perfect knight."

(a gentle giggle)

"Often I lie awake and ponder the fortune that is mine… for I must do nothing but exist, naught but breathe and belong to thee, and still, thou dost care for me so wholly."

(a thoughtful hum)

"It leaves me feeling… soft, delicate, as though the world beyond these walls is but a distant, meaningless thing. When I am in thy arms, I am naught but warmth and safety, blissful and unburdened."

(a slow inhale)

"Thou makest me feel so cherished, so utterly adored. Every care, every sorrow, is but a whisper in the wind when thou art near. Ever dost thou tend to me, ensure my joy, demand naught from me but to be thine. And how I love thee for it. How I adore thy strength, thy unwavering hand, thy fierce devotion to me."

(pause, then a small, playful pout)

"Yet, I find this arrangement most unfair. Thou dost everything for me, and yet, what do I offer thee in return?"

(a soft, teasing giggle)

"Simply to lie here, to look lovely? I should think thou dost deserve far more than that."

(a pause, breath hitching, as though realization has struck)

"I wish to serve thee in kind. No, actually, I long to. It is not merely desire, nor duty, but a need that dwells deep within me.”

(a breathy, needy whimper)

"Please grant me approval to worship thee as thou deservest."

(a small kiss)

"Mmm… mayhaps I shall begin here… tracing thy form with my lips, my hands, learning every every inch of thee as though thou art a sacred text meant only for my prayer."

(another kiss)

"I wish to take my time, to savor thee, to commit thy essence to memory, that I may know thee as deeply as thou knowest me."

(soft moan, voice trembling)

"Please, my love, let me be thy good, sweet princess. Allow me to tend to thee as tenderly as thou dost tend to me."

(another kiss, wetter this time)

"Surely, thou dost deserve such ease… to relax, to relinquish control, to allow thy princess to serve as she must."

(a gentle giggle, innocent but knowing, teasing but adoring)

"Mmm, tell me, my love, how shall I please thee best? Speak, and I shall obey without hesitation, for there is naught I desire more than to bring thee pleasure."

(kisses continue)

"Thou art… my love, thou art nearest to perfection itself. Hast thou any notion of how divine thou art? How blessed I am to be the one permitted to worship thee?"

(soft inhale, taking in their scent, sighing in utter contentment)

"I could grow intoxicated from thy scent alone. Indeed, it is an unfair power thou dost wield over me, for I fear I shall never have my fill."

(kisses become needier)

"I wish to undo thee, my love… to leave thee trembling, overcome, so lost in pleasure that even thought itself eludes the mind."

(a deeper moan now)

"Please… allow me such honor. Let me take my time, let me worship thee as is proper. Let me devote myself wholly to thy pleasure."

(whimpering)

"I promise I shall be slow, I shall be delicate… unless thou dost wish otherwise. I am ever at thy mercy, ever eager to please thee in all the ways thou shalt command."

"Or… mayhaps I am already too far gone. Mayhaps I am already too greedy. How could I not be? Thou art too magnificent, too tempting… I fear I cannot help myself."

(moan)

"Please… allow me to do more. Let me worship thee properly, as is only right."

“Thou art my altar, my temple, my most hallowed ground. Each kiss I bestow is but an offering laid upon sacred stone, a tribute to the divinity that is thee."

(soft inhale)

"Should I be blessed with a thousand lifetimes, I should spend each one as such; on my knees before thee, hands tracing the scripture of thy body, lips parting only to whisper praises or press devotion into thy skin."

(kisses continue)

"Would that I had the voice of angels, I should sing thy name into the heavens, that the stars themselves might tremble at the beauty of thee. Would that I had the hands of a sculptor, I should carve thee into marble, that the world might know the perfection that rests within mine own grasp."

(a soft moan, breath trembling)

"But I am neither angel nor artist. I am but a humble, devoted princess, and so I offer that which I am. My lips, my hands, my very form; they shall be thy canvas, thy instrument, thy chalice from which thou may drink."

(shaky breath)

"Thou needst not even ask, for I am already lost to thee, already crumbling, already sinking to where I belong."

(kisses deepen, pressing open-mouthed against their skin, voice growing more desperate, more breathless)

"Let me, my love. Let me pour myself unto thee, as rain to parched earth, as moonlight to the restless sea. Let me lavish thee in sweetness, drown thee in indulgence, leave thee trembling beneath the weight of my reverence."

(a small whimper)

"Dost thou not see? To serve thee is not merely my duty; it is my purpose. Mine own joy is but an echo of thine. Should thou sigh beneath my touch, I shall know paradise. Should thou moan upon my lips, I shall know divinity itself."

(a deep inhale, moan trembling upon exhale)

"Shall I forsake words entirely, and let my body alone sing thy praises?"

(pause)