The Crimson Crown

Dorian’s arms curled around me, leaning me back. His lips placed delicate kisses upon my neck. “You know, Liliana, I love seeing you like this,” he said, his tone soft and filled with an affection that made my chest flutter.

“Like what?” I mumbled, my cheeks burning as I let out another soft moan, his fingers playing with me through my wet diaper. 

“Like my baby girl,” he said tenderly, the words sending a jolt of warmth through me. “The way you trust me, lettting me care for you, letting yourself be this vulnerable. It’s something I treasure more than you could know.”

Dorian leaned back, his fingers tilting my chin to meet his gaze. His smile was soft, filled with a loving reverence that melted away some of the shame clawing at me. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” he said gently. “I love you, Liliana, exactly as you are. I love how much of a baby you’ve grown to be around me, using your diapers, nursing from bottles, how you look to me for comfort and care.”

My blush deepened, and I tried to bury my face in his chest again, but he wouldn’t let me escape so easily. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he continued, his thumb brushing against my cheek tenderly. “To me, it makes you even more beautiful. My baby queen, mine to protect, to cherish, and to care for.”

His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, soft and unyielding. I couldn’t find the flutter in my chest, the quiet part of me that craved his love and praise. I hated how much his words thrilled me, but I couldn’t deny the truth; they did. Dorian saw everything I was, every part of me, and he loved me anyway. 

Dorian’s fingers returned to my diaper, rubbing small circles over my sex, which was growing more excited with each passing second. Before I could formulate another response, I felt him slide my diaper to the side, his fingers now probing my naked sex, deftly slipping between my moist lips, toying with my clit.

I gasped in surprise and bliss; being touched like this was an ecstatic feeling. I hadn’t been pleasured in such a way since, well, since the last time he and I were together. I bit my lip, my head rolling back as I suppressed a moan; his lips were upon my neck, kissing, gently nibbling as he played with me. 

His fingers continued to play as he leaned back, his lips meeting mine once more; my head felt light and full of lust. “You know how I said I’d give you the choice of continuing the tradition after being crowned?” Dorian asked playfully.

I nodded, “I do.” I whispered, moaning again as his fingers rubbed my ever increasingly sensitive clit.

Dorian grinned, “I know you said you want out of them, out of your diapers, but do you truly, do you truly want to go back to boring panties? Doesn’t it feel so much better being my little baby? My little diapered baby girl?”

As he said this, I felt his finger slip into my sex, diving deep into me, making me moan, my fingernails digging into his shoulder. I was too worked up to deny anything at this moment; the wet diaper around my hips was barely a distraction from his playful nature. I couldn’t deny his statement at this moment, even if I wanted to; I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. He had me right where he wanted me, and he knew it; he truly was impossible.

He smiled as I struggled to formulate any response; I hadn’t even realized he had taken off his pants until he rotated to being on his back, me resting atop him, his erect member below me as he positioned me, my diaper pulled to the side, the head of his cock resting against my lips. 

“I want you to deny it,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he grinned, his hands upon my hips, holding me aloft his cock, ready to impale me. “Deny it, tell me you're a big girl, or tell me you enjoy it, my sweetheart; tell me you love my attention, you love being my baby girl.”

No, there was no denying I was enjoying this. The diaper around my hips felt odd, given what we were doing, but there was absolutely no denying the fact that I was loving every second of it. My sex dripped love juices, his aching cock throbbing against me, ready and waiting. “I… love being your baby girl.” I finally admitted, my cheeks flushing.

Dorian grinned, his hands on my hips, letting me sink onto his member, only a bit, his head popping inside as I moaned, my back arching in utter bliss. “Tell me you love being a baby, you love your diapers, you never truly want to be free of them, you’re just my little baby girl.”

“I… I… I love being your baby girl.” I admitted, blushing as he let me slip further onto his cock, his aching member trembling as it pushed deeper into my sex.

“And?...” he asked, his hands slowing, leaving me half impaled.

“And… I love my diapers.” I admitted, my entire body red with shame. Whether it was true or not, it didn’t matter; I would say or do just about anything for this man right now; I was completely at his mercy. 

“You love wearing your diapers, and you want me to force you to wear them all the time; you never want to give them up, even when you say you want to go back, you never truly do; you want to be my baby forever,” Dorian said, his eyes alight with passion.

“I… want to be your full-time baby.” I said slowly; I was a pathetic, whimpering mess as he grinned, letting me slide fully down onto his member, “I want to wear diapers all the time for you.”

“Show me how much you want them,” he said, letting go of my hips, letting me rest on my knees as I gently lifted myself and let myself fall again, moaning.

I was driven by lust, my legs lifting and lowering myself, fucking myself on his cock as it stretched me, filling me. His hands were upon my face, turning me to face him once more, his thumb playfully entering my mouth as I nursed it. “Good… such a good girl. One last request, my sweet baby girl,” he said in a sultry tone.

I whimpered beneath that gaze, too worked up to do anything but what he asked for in this moment. “Tell… Daddy, how much you love being his baby girl.” Dorian whispered, a grin on his face.

My face turned four shades of red, but I was trapped, and he knew it. I had already given up so much; what harm could this do? “I love being Daddy's little diaper baby,” I said, completely mortified. 

Dorian’s eyes lit up, and he effortlessly rolled me onto my back, with him a top of me, his hands upon my hips as he pumped me. I could feel his cock oozing into me, and I moaned deeply as his member hit my G-spot with every thrust. 

“I love you, Liliana.” he moaned as he trusted.

“I love you too,” I said, my eyes glazing over as an orgasm took hold of both of us.

I gasped, moaning as I felt my sex clenching around his member, milking it as his cock erupted, filling my womb with his seed. Dorian’s pumping slowed as I felt his member throbbing, pulsating, and filling me with every drop. We lay like that for a few moments, breathing deeply, basking in the afterglow before he pulled himself from my depths, pulling my diaper back into place and pulling me into a loving embrace, our sweaty bodies intertwining.

My head was dizzy with lust; hormones still flooded my body as his arms pulled me close, his hand rubbing my back. 

After a long stretch of quiet, I shifted slightly in his embrace, tilting my head to look up at him. A playful glint danced in my eyes as I murmured, “Daddy, huh?”

Dorian’s chest rumbled with a soft chuckle, his lips quirking into a smile as he looked down at me. “What?” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were holding back a laugh. “You said it perfectly earlier. I thought it sounded quite natural.”

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks immediately, and I tried to hide my face in his chest, groaning softly. “You’re insufferable,” I muttered, but it was without malice. If anything, the warmth in my voice betrayed how flustered I was.

“Not insufferable—just honest.” He gently tilted my chin upward with his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. The way he looked at me—soft, tender, yet undeniably mischievous—made my stomach flutter. “There’s something special about it, isn’t there?” he continued softly. “Something about you calling me that… It’s not just a word, Liliana.”

I swallowed, feeling my heart pounding faster as he held me there, caught in his gaze. “But why that?” I finally asked, my voice quieter now tinged with curiosity.

His expression softened, and he brushed a strand of hair from my face, his thumb lingering against my cheek. “Because it’s more than just a title,” he explained gently. “It’s about trust. About the bond we share. I’m not just your husband, Liliana—I’m the one who holds you when you’re small when you’re vulnerable. The one who keeps you safe and cares for you, no matter what.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. “And hearing you call me Daddy… it feels right. It reminds me that you trust me completely.”

I blinked up at him, my breath catching. His words hit deeper than I expected, settling into a part of me I hadn’t fully acknowledged before. It wasn’t just playful teasing—there was truth in it, a warmth I couldn’t deny.

“I…” I started, my cheeks burning as I glanced away. “You’re still ridiculous.”

Dorian chuckled again, unbothered by my flustered response, and tightened his arms around me, pulling me closer. “Ridiculous, maybe,” he murmured against my hair. “But you love me for it.”

I let out a quiet huff, but there was no real fight in it. “Maybe I do,” I admitted softly, letting my head rest against his chest once more. After a beat of silence, I whispered, barely audible, “Daddy…”

Dorian’s arms tightened around me, and I could feel the smile against my hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured tenderly, his voice low and full of affection.

And though my cheeks burned, my heart felt light. Safe. Loved. It really did feel… right.

Dorian’s arms held me close as the room seemed to shrink, leaving just the two of us in its quiet, intimate warmth. My heart was still pounding, caught somewhere between contentment and the aftermath of my own words. I’d been swept up in the moment, his presence so safe and overwhelming, and before I could stop myself, I had said it.

"I want to be your diaper baby."

Now, the weight of my admission settled in my chest, a sinking realization blooming as Dorian’s silence stretched for a moment longer than I could bear. Slowly, I looked up at him, dreading the grin I knew I’d see.

Sure enough, it was there—broad and mischievous, lighting up his face like the sun piercing through clouds. He tilted his head slightly as if savoring my humiliation. “Well,” he said at last, his voice a mix of amusement and affection. “I don’t think you can back out now, my love. You said it yourself.”

“Dorian…” I whispered, my cheeks burning so hot I thought they might ignite. “I— I wasn’t— I mean, I didn’t—”

“Oh, you did,” he teased, his grin widening as he leaned down, his lips brushing the top of my head. “And trust me, my little diaper baby, I’m going to hold you to that.”

The way he said it, so casual and confident, sent a shiver through me. My face scrunched in embarrassment as I buried it against his chest, groaning softly. “Why did I say that?” I mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, my voice muffled and pitiful.

Dorian chuckled; the sound was deep and rich, his hand gently stroking my back. “Because you were being honest,” he murmured, clearly enjoying every second of my flustered state. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? To be my little girl? To let me take care of you, no matter how small or silly you feel?”

“That’s not—” I started to argue, but my words faltered. Was it really not what I wanted? The way he looked at me, the warmth of his praise, the security of his arms… even the mortifying humiliation came with a strange sense of belonging. Deep down, I knew he was right, and it only made my cheeks burn brighter.

“I thought so,” he said softly, pressing another kiss to my temple. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take very good care of you. You’re mine, after all.”

I let out a long, shaky breath, still curled against him, as I tried to ignore the sinking feeling that his words were more than just teasing. Dorian was serious—too serious—and I had the distinct impression that I’d sealed my fate with that one careless admission.

And yet, as mortified as I was, there was a warmth blooming deep in my chest—one I couldn’t deny. I was his, after all. His little girl. His diaper, baby. And no matter how much I wanted to protest, I couldn’t help but feel safe, wanted, and maybe, just maybe… loved.

A sharp knock broke the quiet cocoon of the room, jolting me just as I was beginning to lose myself in the steady rise and fall of Dorian’s breathing. Before either of us could respond, the door creaked open, and Clara stepped in.

“Your Graces, I—” She froze mid-step, her voice catching as her face flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes widened for just a moment before she sharply turned her head, gaze fixed firmly on the wall. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as the realization struck me: there I was, sprawled in Dorian’s arms, my dress bunched up around my waist, the very obvious bulge of my soiled diaper on full display.

With a squeak, I instinctively moved to pull my skirt down, desperate to cover myself, but Dorian’s hand caught mine mid-motion. I turned to glare at him, horrified, but he only gave me that infuriating, confident wink. “Relax, Liliana,” he murmured. “Clara’s your attendant, isn’t she? This is hardly anything she hasn’t seen before.”

I wanted to sink through the floor. Clara, meanwhile, was still standing near the door, clearly debating whether to stay or flee entirely. “I— I’m so sorry for intruding!” she stammered, the tips of her ears bright red. “I heard from the guards that there had been an incident earlier, and I just wanted to check on you both. I didn’t mean to—” Her voice trailed off as she wrung her hands nervously, still refusing to look our way.

Dorian chuckled softly, the sound infuriatingly calm as he sat up slightly, his arm still draped around me. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Clara. We’re both well and unharmed,” he assured her, his tone kind but firm. “Though I appreciate your concern.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, my face buried against Dorian’s shoulder, wishing I could disappear. My attendant or not, there was something utterly mortifying about her walking in like this. “You can look now, Clara; we are husband and wife,” Dorian added with a teasing lilt, his hand absentmindedly stroking my back as if this were all perfectly normal.

Clara turned hesitantly, her eyes carefully moving to Dorian’s face before sneaking the quickest, most reluctant glance at me. Her cheeks were still flushed, but a faint smile tugged at her lips as she met my mortified gaze. “Well… I’m glad you’re safe,” she said softly. “But I’ll, um… I’ll be outside if you need anything, Your Grace.” With that, she dipped into a quick, awkward curtsy before practically fleeing the room, her blush still burning brightly.

As the door clicked shut behind her, I groaned and smacked my forehead against Dorian’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you let me cover-up?” I mumbled, my voice muffled against him.

Dorian laughed, clearly finding my humiliation far too entertaining. “Because, Liliana,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “she’s your attendant. And you’ll need to get used to this sort of thing, my little girl.”

I let out a pitiful whimper, too mortified to respond, as Dorian’s hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. Somewhere deep down, though, I knew he wasn’t wrong—Clara was going to see a lot more of me like this, and I would just have to endure it. For now, though, I buried my face in his chest, holding on to his embrace as the warmth of his affection dulled my embarrassment, if only slightly.