Cursed Prince - Luna's Pantyhose
Tags: Inanimate, Pantyhose TF, Caption, Curse
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerIt's an ongoing series. Check the Lore part here if you want to have your character use the prince.This caption is day 2Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5Cursed Prince - Luna's PantyhoseMagic swirled around…
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 Cursed Prince - Luna's Pantyhose Magic swirled around the Prince, his form dissolving into impossibly fine threads before reforming as sheer black pantyhose. Luna stood before him, already dressed in a glossy black bunny costume that hugged every curve. The latex gleamed in the candlelight, highlighted by silk stockings and towering stiletto heels. "Perfect timing," she purred, carefully peeling down the tight costume to position him against her warm skin. "Now you'll experience everything you tried to prevent, Your Highness. Every... single... touch." The Prince felt himself being smoothed meticulously into place before Luna pulled the bunny suit back up, trapping him between the layers. Every movement was amplified, squeezed between latex costume and warm flesh, feeling her pulse through his delicate fibers. Luna's heels clicked a deliberate rhythm across the floor in his brother's room. She posed in the doorway, one leg extended. "Young master... notice anything special about my outfit today?" His brother looked up from his desk, eyes widening at his vision. Luna's bunny costume creaked softly as she moved, the sound mixing with the click of her heels. What followed was exquisite torture. Luna demonstrated her dancing skills, each pose more provocative than the last. Her feet played a starring role, teasing and stroking, the stilettos adding an edge of danger to every movement. The Prince felt his brother's mounting excitement through his transformed state. "Shall we test how sensitive these shoes are?" Luna whispered, extending her leg. Her skilled feet began their work, using the heels in ways that made the Prince's fabric form stretch and strain. His brother's pleasure built until it overflowed, marking not just the transformed pantyhose but pooling in Luna's elegant shoes. Luna's background as a dancer showed in her incredible flexibility. Each position made the costume creak and shift against the Prince's trapped form. She seemed to take special delight in using her feet, knowing how the transformed Prince felt every motion. "Look how wet you've made your brother's pantyhose," she teased, running a finger along her thigh. "And my poor shoes... they'll never be the same." The night progressed with multiple encores. By evening's end, both bunny suits and stilettos endured copious evidence of their passionate activities. The Prince was thoroughly ruined and soaked through, feeling the cooling evidence of their pleasure in the shoes below. 'To think I tried to keep them apart,' he thought numbly as another drop rolled down the heel. 'Now I'm nothing but fabric between them, collecting their fluids...' Luna finally collapsed onto the bed, adjusting her thoroughly marked costume. "Perfect evening," she mumbled dreamily. "Your brother certainly enjoyed the show... and you got the closest view possible of what true love looks like." "Stay in the outfit," his brother murmured, pulling her close. "I want to feel everything against my skin." The Prince could only endure as the lovers cuddled, still trapped between latex and flesh. "Sweet dreams, Your Highness," Luna giggled, curling up, still fully dressed.
