The Crimson Crown

Despite my apprehension, I found myself melting into Dorian’s embrace, our lips locking for a blissful moment. Our foreheads came together, my breath deep, my chest fluttering as she smiled, inches away, “My princess.” He said. 

I returned the grin, “My prince.” I said, leaning in and planting another kiss on his delicate lips. 

My hand found its way to his muscled chest, feeling his heart thudding beneath my quivering hand. He kissed me more deeply, his arm encircling me, his arm rubbing my back, pulling me in close as we kissed. His hand brushed the crinkly plastic of the diaper encompassing my rear, and I felt a moment of panic, pulling back, afraid he would reject me now. 

In his eyes, I only saw lust, a powerful, unquenchable hunger as he pulled me back in, his hand grabbing my ass, pulling me up and in. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could hear my pulse as it rose. Endorphins were flooding my veins as we made out. 

I arched my back, pressing my bum more firmly into his hand as he laid back, pulling me on top of him, my diapered rear now sitting squarely on his erect member. I found myself quivering with delight and excitement. Not only did Dorian say he liked me as I was, but his body seemed to indicate it as well. I felt myself melting into him, my body laying on him as his hand explored my ass, feeling me through the squishy diaper. 

I still felt apprehension, a worry plaguing the back of my mind that he would throw me away, especially as he found that my diaper was wet, his hand between my legs. If anything, I felt his hunger increase, his hand feeling the sodden material, groping me, squeezing, making me moan as the diaper pressed into my sex. 

My hands trailed down his muscled chest; I felt so small and little in his grasp, his free feeling my chest, my erect nipples singing in bliss as he felt them. I moaned more deeply, his hand now rubbing me through my diaper, his finger playing with my nipples as he kissed. 

I felt him cock my head to the side, his lips kissing my cheek, my chin, and then my neck, his teeth subtly leaving their mark as I gasped; the searing contrast of his pleasure and biting sent ecstasy coursing through my veins. I was in utter bliss; the thin fabric of the dress was easy for him to pull out of the way as I felt his mouth around my nipple, his teeth rolling it gently, my moans filling the room as he gently bit down.

My vision hazed, I could feel his eyes always on my face, watching me, studying me, playing my body like a fiddle. With a move he surely has to practice, I felt him shift my weight, and suddenly I was laying on my back, Dorian pinning me to the bed, his lips back on mine, his erect member pressing deeply into the soggy diaper, rubbing me. I moaned, my legs apart, my hips arching to meet his, his hand holding my face, his thumb curling and pressing into my mouth. 

I sucked his thumb, his lips turning up in a smile as he leaned in, “such a good girl. My perfect princess.” He said, drawing his fingers down my body, racking nails across exposed flesh, my back arching in utter bliss. I felt a subtle tug, and then my diaper was pulled open, and suddenly, I was lying there beneath my husband, basically naked, exposed. 

He didn't give me a chance to feel shame as he climbed back on top of me, his cock between my legs, now only separated by the thin layer of fabric of his underwear. He leaned in close, “Are you ready, my princess?” He asked with a grin. 

I bit my lip nervously. I hadn't experienced anything like this before, but my body was so full of hormones I would have agreed to anything at that point. I nodded, my cheeks blushing, “Yes, my prince.” I moaned softly. 

Dorian smiled, his fingers running from my chest across my tummy, pinching the insides of my thighs before caressing my sex. Unlike before with diaper changes, this was far more intimate, his fingers running playfully across before splitting them, his finger running the inside. I moaned softly, his head between my legs before I knew it; suddenly, I felt his tongue there. 

I gasped in surprise, my back arching in utter bliss, his tongue flicking at my clit before plunging deeply into my moist sex. I had had the feeling explained, and yet, nothing could have prepared me for the utter bliss that filled my body. His tongue was like utter magic, swirling and arching in just the right ways, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I hadn't even realized he had stopped until his lips suddenly met mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

A new flavor met my tongue, one that must have been my love juices, his now naked cock pressing into my sex. I moaned as he made out, his hand reaching down and guiding his cock into me. 

As he did, he pressed his lips firmly against mine, muffling my screams of ecstasy as he gently but firmly filled me with his cock. I could feel a subtly stretching to accommodate his girth, but overcome with bliss, the pain felt like an electric current. His member curved gently up towards my tummy, hitting my g-spot and making me scream in bliss, his lips barely muffling me as he began pumping slowly, in and out. 

I felt a sudden, orgasmic bliss coursing through me, my entire body shuttering as my sex clenched around him, his lips upon my neck, biting, a deep, guttural moan stuck in my throat as I found myself completely and utterly overwhelmed. His pumping didn't stop as he gradually increased his speed; the high I had felt subsided enough for me to gasp for breath, but I could feel it still there, lingering, his cock preventing me from coming down. 

He grinned as I moaned, my eyes filled with lust and need, his hips working faster as he leaned in and kissed me. “Cum for me one more time, my sweet princess.” He said, his hips arching in a way his cock hit my g-spot even more clearly, his thumb working my clit with a practiced precision. 

I moaned, my back arching as he planted another kiss upon me, the wave of bliss returning and coursing through my veins. My eyes fluttered, I could feel his member quivering, pulsating, a thick ooze filling my sex as he slowed, his cock burrowed deep inside me. 

We lay there, panting for several long minutes, his erection slowly subsiding, not completely, but I could feel it retreat subtly. He smiled down at me, kissing me again before getting to his knees, his hands pulling the thick diaper back into place around my hips. 

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly. 

Dorian lovingly padded my crotch, “Keeping everything in, my princess. We must continue our lineage, don't we?” He asked with a playful grin as he climbed into bed, pulling me into a tight embrace. 

I blushed deeply, especially as his hand came to rest on my crotch, feeling me through the thick diaper. I giggled, wiggling my hips into his crotch, his grip tightening around me. “Of course, we have a duty,” I said with a grin. 

He grinned as well, turning off the lights and kissing the side of my neck, causing me to moan. “My sweet, sweet princess. I love you.” He said.

My heart swooned, and I eagerly wriggled deep into his grasp, “I love you too, husband.” I said with a grin. 

“Wife,” Dorian responded, his fingers playing with my hair as we both drifted off to sleep. 

I woke sometime in the morning, still dressed in the thin fabric of the lingerie from the night before, a pacifier, to my surprise, between my lips. I open my groggy eyes, the feeling of cold air licking my skin rousing me further as I focus and find Dorian between my legs, changing my diaper. 

I yawned, stretching as I felt the cool, wet wipes cleansing me. “Morning, princess. You sleep well?” Dorian asked with a warm smile. 

I nodded, “I slept like a baby-” I cut myself off, blushing madly, realizing what I had said before reluctantly continuing with a sigh, “After last night, who couldn't?”

Dorian chuckled, working my hips and setting me back down on the fresh diaper he laid beneath me. “You were excellent.” He said with a grin. 

I blushed deeply, remembering the events of last night. “If I recall, I mostly laid there; you did all the work.” 

He grinned even wider, his fingers lingering a bit longer than necessary above my sex as he powdered me. “Perhaps, but it certainly isn't my performance that the maids are all talking about.” 

I cocked my head to the side; an eyebrow raised curiously before blushing even more. He hadn't spoken with the maids yet, had he? He couldn't possibly know what they were talking about, and they certainly weren't talking about the noises they had heard from our bed chambers, were they? The very idea had me mortified; a feeling Dorian seemed all too happy to wallow in as he patted my freshly diapered crotch. “You did very well, my princess.”

“What's that supposed to mean,” I grumbled as he helped me sit up. 

“Father likely had spies outside our chamber to ensure we consummated the wedding; it'll be important for him that we continue the lineage,” Dorian replied. 

I felt utterly mortified at the statement. It clearly indicates that Dorian knew there had been people eavesdropping on our fun last night and reported back the moans of pleasure they had heard to the king himself. 

“Right,” I responded sheepishly, Dorian sitting next to me, embracing me. 

Before I could ask further, he produced a bottle, the same he had fed me the first day I had arrived, and forced it into my mouth, cradling me. “I know it's a lot for you to take in, but our every move is going to be watched and reported upon. The king has a vested interest in ensuring a successful transfer of power, and he needs to ensure he has lineage to pass the kingdom along to. That will entail our children, but more importantly, that we are both ready for such responsibilities.” He explained. 

“It'll mean making sure I'm in a position I can take on the responsibilities of being a king. At a moment's notice, I could be thrust into the throne, and you could be as well. It's vital to him that we both receive the training we need to meet the expectations of our roles.” Dorian continued, his hand now resting against my padded crotch, “It's also why we must continue your training.”

“What training?” I asked around the bulb of the bottle. 

Dorian smiled, “As being my subservient queen, of course. As a part of your training, I want you to soak yourself right now.” He ordered, his hand caressing me through my diaper.

I choked on a mouth full of the sweet, warm, milky formula. “You want me to what?” I asked, blushing madly as I squirmed in his arms.

Dorian's stoic face remained resolute as he held me, preventing me from getting away. “I know you need to go, my princess, go potty for me.” He ordered, his gaze dangerous and controlling as he stared down at me. 

I whimpered beneath that gaze, feeling incredibly small and insignificant suddenly. I squirmed in his grasp. I did need to go, but I desperately wanted to go with the decency I had grown accustomed to. 

“You want to make me happy and proud, right?” Dorian asked, his voice low, his eyes glancing towards the walls, and I swore he mouthed the words ‘they are listening.’

My eyes went wide, following his gaze. Were there people listening to us right now? I felt a surge of fear, but I truly did want to make this man happy, especially now that he was my husband, even if it was an odd request.

“Then go potty, my princess, soak your diaper for me.” He ordered. 

I blushed, unable to meet his eyes as I fought off the inevitable. It wasn't as simple as he made it out to be, even when my resolve had broken to give in. I was fighting years of potty training but finally managed to relax my bladder enough to go. I let out a relieved sigh as the pressure relinquished, the warmth spreading through my diaper. 

Dorian's hand caressed me, squeezing the diaper as it grew wet, “There we go, such a good girl. I'm very, very proud of you, baby girl.” He said with a grin, a look of relief crossing his face as he glanced at the wall again.

I felt utterly ashamed of myself; here I lay in the lap of my beautiful husband, soaking my diaper like an infant, being praised as if I were a child who earned good marks in school. The bottle had run dry, and Dorian set it off to the side, his hand still cupping my diapered crotch despite having finished going a while ago.

“Is this so bad?” He asked, squeezing my diaper and making me squirm, “Doesn't it feel so good to submit? This is your natural place. I'll be good to you; you know that by now.” His eyes went a bit wider, and he nodded towards the wall again, clearly another tactic to please ‘them,’ whomever they were.

I was too ashamed to respond, my eyes downcast in humiliation. “I'm not a baby, though,” I murmured. 

Dorian smiled, “I know that, my sweet princess. We found that out yesterday, remember? I will reward you for being good.” He said, his fingers digging into my diaper above my clit, rubbing in gentle circles.

I moaned softly despite myself, the knowing grin he offered me as he pulled his hand away and told him I was exactly where he wanted me, in the palm of his hand, and he knew it. I had the distinct impression that he would hold that feeling over my head to control me and keep me in line. The idea that I could be so easily manipulated and controlled humiliated me to the core, as if I were a child offered candy for good behavior. 

Dorian sat me up as he clapped, and my attendants entered the room with bowed heads as they stepped up beside the bed. I still felt shame dressed as I was before them, but that shame had been slowly dwindling the more they saw me. 

“Your graces.” They said in unison, offering curtsies. 

“Will you help my wife get dressed for the day?” Dorian asked, “Fit her with something to keep her diapers from sagging; she's already wet and will need additional absorbency for the day.” He ordered.

I blushed deeply as the girls nodded and retreated from the room to gather clothes. “Was that really necessary?” I asked in a harsh whisper, mortified.

Dorian turned his gaze upon me, raising an eyebrow. Before I knew it, he had me over on my tummy, his hand spanking me through my diaper. “You will not question me.” He stated firmly, “You will know your place, my princess.” 

I yelped in surprise, more than pain, as he spanked me. It didn't hurt through the thick padding, but its humiliation nearly had me in tears as he relented, he was clearly holding back. I felt several tears dripping down my cheeks, especially as I realized my attendants had returned and stood subserviently beside the bed as I was punished. 

“Something to keep her quiet as well,” Dorian said, standing and leaving me there on the bed. “Deliver her to the chapel once she's ready.” he said, giving me a sorrowful look, leaning in close and whispering in my ear, “I’m sorry, I’ll explain, just try and go along with it, please.”

With that, he turned and left the room, still dressed in only his shorts. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry; in fact, I did cry. I felt the revenant touch of one of my attendants, sitting next to me, my head in her lap. I looked up, Morris sitting there, stroking my hair; she had a look of pity in her eyes, “You'll be fine, your grace.” She said softly, “It's easier to let them have their fun and to go with it versus fighting. I can tell you from experience there are punishments far worse than spankings.” 

I sniffled, shifting my head and hearing a distinct crinkle that had not come from my crotch but the one beneath my head, Morris’s. I was too distraught to think more about it, so I asked, “Are there?”

She nodded, helping me sit up and working a onesie over my head, a pale pink, lacking any true design, as she snapped the clips together between my legs. “Far worse.” Morris responded, “Come, let's get you ready; you may not get punished if you are late, but we certainly will be.” 

I gave her and my other attendant a quizzical look before letting them finish dressing me, my stomach in a knot, thinking of what the day may bring.