The Crimson Crown

I woke the next morning, light streaming in through the wide windows to our bed chamber, with the insufferable pressure of needing to pee. I groaned, shifting beneath the luxurious comforters, Dorian’s arm draped across me, holding me tightly even in slumber. As I shifted, I could feel the thick, night-time diaper Dorian had dressed me in the night before; the memory of his touch, the way he caressed and felt me up while we cuddled, stirred something within me. Dorian had enjoyed our time together in the bath, and it had been easy to see his arousal, even then, at seeing me completely nude. That, however, paled in comparison to when I was diapered.

After our bath, Dorian carried me to the changing table. He had taken his time, rubbing lotions into my skin and working the baby powder into the nooks and crannies before he pulled the diaper up between my legs, pinning it in place. If I thought he was aroused before, it paled in comparison to then. Dorian’s excitement washed over me, a lust filling his eyes like never before, his member erect and oozing even without being stimulated. Dorian had climbed upon the changing table, kissing me, his cock pressed against my diaper, and I had felt a stirring within me, a deep-seated arousal at being so close and yet denied. I had found myself wanting him inside me again, my hand stroking his erect cock, his moans only serving to heighten my arousal. 

I had asked Dorian if we could play. I had practically begged him to take me, but he said we shouldn’t, not with my diaper already in place and unsoiled. I had been unsatisfied with that answer, I would not be denied that night. I had summoned the winds of Summer to gain the strength to force Dorian onto his back, sitting atop of him. His hands were upon my hips, holding me, his eyes wide in surprise at being taken so effortlessly. I had grinned down at him, swinging my leg over him and planting my diapered sex right atop his gaping face.

This, of course, left me in the perfect position to take him in my mouth, as I had done. I had never played with a man's cock before, I had only heard of whores doing it, but I was too worked up to care. I tasted the salty liquid that coated his member, lubbing it, as his fingers pushed their way in past the leakguards of my diaper and pleasured me. It hadn’t taken long for both of us to cum, our moans filling the room as his euphoric orgasm filled my mouth. I had choked on his cock, but I wouldn’t cringe now, not when I had gone this far; I had taken this path, and I would follow it through. I had taken his load in my mouth, turning back to him and planting a salty kiss upon his lips, his love juices mixing with my own in our mouths as we made love.

I groaned, feeling the unrelenting pressure of my bladder rudely pull me from my memories. I knew even if I was able to slither out from under Dorian’s grasp and make it to the restroom, wherever that may be, I would be reprimanded for it. I would, one way or another, be forced to use diapers. I still hated them; I hated the fact this life was being forced upon me, and even more so, that I wasn’t entirely sure who was orchestrating everything. I knew the King’s fingers were deeply involved in my so-called training; I knew he was monitoring me, but to what end? Dorian had said that if we didn’t make sufficient progress, we both would feel the King’s wrath. But how far would the King be able to take it? Especially now that Dorian and I were married, we were in line for the throne, regardless of what the King wanted. There was no feasible way the King could prevent us from ascending, regardless of what he wanted; at least, so I thought.

The idea of giving into that man’s desires, to willingly let myself be controlled for the satisfaction of the King, turned my stomach cold. However, the man that embraced me now, his hand between my legs, holding me through my diaper, that man I could see making me happy and proud. As much as I didn’t enjoy diapers, he did; Dorian had made it painfully evident that he loved the sight of me in them and enjoyed me using them. It nearly physically hurt, the pain of being torn between making him happy and doing as the King desired. As long as the King showed a vested interest in our connection, I would be forever torn between acting in a manner to make my husband happy and fighting for my agency to be taken by the King.

I decided, in the short term, to storm with the King; I was with my husband right now. My hand went to Dorian’s, our fingers intertwining above my crotch as I gently pressed his into me. He stirred, his arm tightening around me as I relaxed, letting my bladder soak into the thirsty padding. I had found that while disgusting, the feeling wasn’t all bad. Given the option, I would never opt for using a diaper, but that wasn’t what drove me now to use it.

I couldn’t keep the grin from my face, especially as Dorian’s hand began moving of its own accord, his fingers feeling the warmth spreading through my undergarments, his body stirring behind me as he began to feel me, his hand coping and squeezing my expanding diaper. A soft moan escaped my lips, especially as I felt him kiss the side of my neck, “Good morning to you too, Princess.” he said with a chuckle.

I blushed, fully aware now that he was awake and actively feeling me up through the diaper as I soaked it, “Good morning, my Prince.” I said with a giggle.

“Someone was particularly naughty last night.” Dorian mused.

I grinned, turning in his grasp as I finished relieving myself, my head now resting against his chest as he held me, “Not that someone seemed to mind.” I teased, his hands now working my back.”What happened to the big, strong man who was supposed to put the naughty little princess in her place?” 

“I seem to remember, the big strong prince was distracted by a certain someone’s enticing hips and cute diaper.” Dorian chuckled, kissing the top of my head.

“You should be careful.” I told him with a grin, “If all a girl has to do is wriggle her hips like that to get what she wants… Well, I could imagine that being taken advantage of.”

“I will take that advice under consideration.” Dorian laughed, his strong, muscled arms working my back, earning him a blissful moan.

“Aren’t we traveling today?” I asked, “How is that going to work? I can’t imagine it’ll be easy, not with your particular tastes.”

“You make it out to be that this is the royal family’s first time traveling.” Dorian grinned, “We’ll travel by carriage but will have tents when we break for camp at night. It’s a good thing I’ve taken a vested interest in your health, I heard from your carriage driver you needed frequent stops to relieve yourself.” he teased, his hand squeezing my diaper.

I narrowed my eyes, processing that last comment; the carriage driver had been from my family, not his, and I had certainly not needed extra stops. “Liar.” I finally said, “I certainly did not! Plus, there’s no way you could have known regardless, even if I had.” I added, indignant. 

“See, it seems to me that even your own body knows you belong in diapers.” Dorian said, continuing the ruse, “You have a small bladder, my princess; you realized long ago where you belong but were too ashamed to admit it.” 

His comment, no matter how wrong, had me blushing head to toe, “Oh please, I’d never. You know that, too; I’m not a baby.”

“Of course not; you are my little Princess,” Dorian said, his fingers having stopped their massage, suddenly at my sides, tickling me. “Where’s my little girl? My sweet princess?” he teased.

I yelped, squirming madly in his arms as I giggled uncontrollably, “Stop it! I’m ticklish! I’m not a baby!” I said defiantly, although I was grinning as well at his playful nature.

“Where’s my little princess? Oh, where can she be!” Dorian cried, his fingers relentless as I tried in vain to fight him off.

I giggled helplessly, my eyes watering as I fought him off, “Ohh, storms you!” I exclaimed, “I’m right here! I’m your little princess!”

Dorian gasped, his fingers mercifully stopping as he looked down at me, “There she is! There’s my little princess!” 

I rolled my eyes, my hands still covering my sides defensively as he leaned down and kissed me. I wanted to be angry; I wanted to tell him off, but I couldn’t find it within me. Despite the nature of his teasing, it was fun playing with him like this; he made me want to be his little princess, if only by name. I kissed him back, still on guard from his tickle attack, but he didn’t move to strike again.

I felt him shifting beneath me, and as I lay there, my head against his chest, I felt him bringing something to my lips. I opened my eyes to see a baby bottle as he pressed the nipple into my mouth.

“Just relax; let me take care of you; this way, we don’t have to get out of bed, and I don’t have to stop the massage.” Dorian grinned as his other hand went to my back.

Why was it so hard to defy this man? I moaned as his hand worked my back, my eyes fluttering in bliss. He slowed, pausing, and he realized I wasn’t taking the bottle. I sighed, giving in and taking it, nursing the bottle as he began again. As much as I wanted to fight the treatment, as much as I wanted to fight the King and his agenda, Dorian had a way of making it attractive. 

The feeling of nursing the sweet, warm liquid, along with his embrace and the soothing feeling of his massage, lulled me into a deep state of relaxation unparalleled in anything I had felt before. I was in a state of near sleep there in his arms, finding myself sad when the bottle ran dry, and I was forced from my slumber. He kissed the top of my head, praising me for being a good girl, and I swooned at the words despite myself. 

I whined as I felt him shifting beneath me, leaving me there in bed, the warm embrace of the covers removed. “Shh, just relax, my Princess.” Dorian said softly, his fingers pulling open the tabs of my diaper, “Let me take control; I’ll get you ready, okay?” he asked.

I nodded weakly, feeling him cleaning me up and swiftly changing me into a fresh diaper, my tummy comfortably full from the bottle. Freshly changed, he helped me into a sitting position before clapping his hands, “Morris!” he called.

The door to our chambers opened, and unlike the day before, I didn’t jump to cover myself; my attendants had seen far worse already. “Yes, your grace?” the woman asked politely.

“Will you please gather travel clothes for the Princess?” Dorian asked.

“Of course, your grace,” Morris responded before the door closed again, leaving us alone.

Dorian shifted to sitting beside me, his eyes studying mine as I begrudgingly pulled myself from the sweet state of relaxation I had been in. “How are you doing, truly? How are you feeling?” he asked, his hand taking mine.

I narrowed my eyes, glancing to the wall he had indicated people would be listening from, a nervous look on my face. “They aren’t there this morning,” he said.

I had absolutely no clue how Dorian could have possibly known that, but I did trust him enough to speak. “I’m well; I hate how much the King is imposing his will upon us and our relationship; I hate being treated like a baby; I hate being looked down upon and spoken to like a child,” I admitted.

Dorian, unwavering, nodded, “I suspected as much, and I do apologize for that. Previous generations of Queens were far less concerned about their treatment; my mother was the first of a generation of queens who actually seemed to care about how others saw them; you continue that legacy. Unlike me, my father saw my mother’s insubordination as a stubborn child rather than her acting out because of the unjust treatment she was subjected to. I vow to change that.” Dorian said, a determined look on his face.

“When he isn’t looking, anyway.” I droned. 

Dorian grimaced, but nodded, “As long as we are aren’t King and Queen, we have to play by his rules, we have to keep our heads down and follow his lead. By the time he realizes we have no intent on continuing his traditions, it’ll be too late.” 

“You swear it?” I asked, looking up at him.

“By the Four Winds, I swear it,” Dorian said, a glimmer of light encircling him, swooping past him and vanishing.

I watched the light before it disappeared, turning a curious glance to Dorian, “What was that?” I asked.

He smiled, “It was a vow, an oath, one that is now bound by the winds themselves and can never be broken.” Dorian explained.

Curious that, how far could that oath be taken? What exactly prevented anyone from breaking an oath sworn to the Four Winds? More curiously, why hadn’t we seen a similar display during our wedding? Perhaps it was the priest who had been there to facilitate the occasion, I had been deeply wrapped up in my emotions to have noticed such frivolous things. 

Before I could ask further, the doors opened, and both my attendants approached us. I gently unwrapped myself from Dorian’s grasp, sitting there before them, nude, except for the fresh diaper wrapped around my hips. I had been growing increasingly comfortable letting them see me like this. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed; I was, but I knew that regardless of what I wanted, they would see me like this. On top of that, they had seen me dressed as I was multiple times already. To that end, I didn’t see a reason to let my embarrassment take over and rule my emotions.