A kiss from Kihara, then their journey must continue

"Wake up, little one." In the depths of sleep, Marcus heard the strong, soothing voice of his savior. He smiled shyly to himself, his cheeks flushing a little even as he woke. When his bleary eyes fluttered open, he found himself staring up at her gorgeous face, right over his.

"Good morning." He murmured sleepily, his heart beating a little quicker as he breathed in the scent of her skin, spicy and warm. She just smiled back, then lent down and kissed him firmly on his waiting lips. The young prince wriggled underneath her, suddenly very much awake. Just her tongue slipping inside his mouth filled his naked body with warmth, making his little dick twitch and throb between his legs. Her callused fingers found his shoulders, pinning him down to the bed as she licked hungrily at his tongue. The feeling of utter helplessness trapped beneath this taller, stronger beauty was so amazing it made him moan into her lips.

"Enough." She breathed as she pulled away, leaving his mouth hanging open and begging silently for more. "Any longer and I won't be able to stop myself from ravishing you." Marcus pouted. What if he wanted to be ravished? "Don't look at me like that, cheeky boy." She chided. "I wish I could, but we need to leave soon. There's a bath and some hot water through in the next room, and I've laid out some clothes I bought from the innkeeper. Wash and dress yourself as quick as you can, and then we'll be on our way."

"Yes Kihara." Marcus nodded. Of course he was disappointed she didn't want to have sex again, but obeying her felt so natural now. She rose off the bed, dressed in that same robe from yesterday. He wriggled up after her, slipping off the end to stand there naked in front of her, feeling her dark eyes drift up and down his bare skin. If it was anyone else, he would have been so embarrassed to have his girly body looked at so hungrily, but even though he was blushing furiously, he found he didn't mind. He turned towards the door, only to jump and squeal in shock as something cracked across his naked butt. "Ouch!" He yelped, glancing back to see her grinning down at him, her palm hovering in the air where she'd just smacked him.

"Sorry, little one." She grinned at him. "That bare bottom of yours is so cute I just can't resist." Marcus pouted again, reaching down to rub away the little stinging mark her palm had left on his skin. It didn't hurt so much, and there was something a little naughty and exciting about the thought of her big, strong hand spanking him like that. Maybe even more and harder, with him bent over her lap like the naughty boy he was. He blushed furiously, his little dick stiffening between his legs.

The young prince darted away through the door before she realized what he was fantasizing about. Just like Kihara had said, there was a bath filled with warm water waiting. He jumped inside, conscious that she wanted him back quickly. She must have bathed herself before him, because the soap had been used and he was sure he could smell more of her delicious scent in the air. Even the thought of sharing her bath-water made him giggle softly to himself, kicking his legs as he washed them. He'd never felt this way about anyone in his life! Was it really love? It certainly seemed that way.

As soon as he was washed and dry, Marcus found the clothes she'd mentioned. A silky white shirt that he buttoned on first, then a pair of brown shorts that felt a little small, only just about stretching over his round, plump butt and leaving most of his soft thighs bare. They felt kind of cute to wear, but he couldn't help but wonder if Kihara hadn't chosen them for that very reason. She'd also left him a pair of long white socks that fitted just above his knees and some soft leather boots. When he was dressed, the young prince hurriedly smoothed down his messy silver hair and darted back into the bedroom, already eager to be back with his savior.

Kihara was wearing her armor again and holding her helmet under one arm. Marcus shivered at the sight. He'd almost forgotten how fearsome all those metal plates and cloth straps made her look. When she turned to look at him though, her dark lips curling into a gentle smile, that moment of anxiousness vanished like a bad dream. Her eyes darted down to the silver of pale thigh between his shorts and long socks, and her tongue flickered over her lips, making him squirm. Well, that got rid of any doubt in his mind that her choice of clothes for him hadn't been deliberate. He found he didn't care much, even if it should have been embarrassing. She wanted him dressed this way, so he'd do it happily for her.

"Let's go, little one." She nodded to the door. As she turned to leave, Marcus hurried after her, making sure he stayed as close as he could to the safety of her looming body. He still had no idea where exactly she was taking him, and it felt kind of awkward asking now, but he didn't much care anyway. He trusted her, and he wanted to stay by her side and in her arms, no matter where that took him.