In bed with his lover, the young prince is first scolded then comforted

Marcus let out a gasping squeal as Kihara's warm, wet mouth milked another watery load of cum from his twitching dick, the latest shivering climax she'd coaxed from his body leaving him limp and trembling like a leaf. Her tongue flicked over his sensitive, her soft lips squeezing round his shaft and drawing out every single drop before a tensing of her tanned throat and an eager purr from her lips told him she'd hungrily swallowed his seed like she had all the other times. The young prince moaned hoarsely, slumping back on the bed even as she held his hips right up where she could do as she pleased with his softening dick. It felt...so good every time, but he'd never cum this much in one night before.

His poor balls were throbbing and empty, and he whimpered softly as her questing tongue slid over the head of his dick, so achingly sensitive now. Her fingers brushed over his hips where she held his lower half helplessly up in the air, tracing little circles on his tingling skin. He knew she was trying to coax him back to hardness, but even in the delicious warmth of her gorgeous mouth his erection was softening away. Would she be disappointed if he couldn't get hard again? She seemed to love doing this, teasing his dick with her lips and tongue while he wriggled in her grip, playing with him like a toy and making him moan and shudder when he spurted onto her waiting tongue. The thought of his little wilting dick disappointing her made his heart clench, and his gaze was wet and worried as it flickered back to her face.

At last, she raised her head, his soft, drooping dick popping free of her lips, glistening wet with her saliva. Rather than the disappointment he'd feared, a satisfied smile bloomed across her gorgeous face, her eyes warm and comforting as she gazed down at him. Marcus couldn't help but gasp in relief as he realized she wasn't upset with him after all. Her smile widened, then she lowered her head and tenderly kissed the soft tip of his dick, drawing a little squeak of delight from his trembling lips. He was flushed and happy, his chest aching with warmth as she gently lowered his hips, laying his soft butt down on the bed in front of her with his limp, twitching legs spread wide on either side of her. Lying back on the bed, his lashes fluttered and he felt a wave of tiredness sweep over him after a rather long and exhausting day. He felt a bit like if he closed his eyes right now he'd drop off to sleep right away.

"You enjoyed that a lot, didn't you little one?" Kihara purred above him, the amusement in her voice suggesting she knew well what the answer would be.

"Yes, Kihara." Marcus murmured. He had...very much so. Just the way she'd held him helpless in her grip, using her mouth to tease him over and over to squealing, shuddering spurts had been utterly thrilling. Just thinking about it now, he felt a twitchy tingling in his dick despite how soft and sore it was. "Thank you..." He gasped, his lashes fluttering. It had been just amazing...but he did rather hope she didn't see his dick twitching and start trying to milk even more cum from him. He'd try his best to please her, but he was pretty drained right now.

"Nice and polite as always, good boy" Her smile widened as those lovely words sent a soaring thrill through the blushing young prince that made him wriggle happily. Praise from her made him feel dizzy with delight, and he already felt like he'd do anything to keep her pleased with him like this forever. "As much as I'd like to keep playing with you for rather longer, I think it's best we stop here for the night so you can get some rest. I'll have to wait until tomorrow to sit on your pretty face and enjoy that talented tongue again." Her full lips curled into a playful pout. It might have been meant to tease him but knowing she wanted more pleasure out of him made Marcus just **** to give it to her all the same.

"Um...I can keep going." The young prince gasped, struggling to sit up on the bed despite his growing exhaustion. No matter how tired his stupid dick was, his tongue was fine...he'd burrow back between her muscly legs and please her if she just gave him another chance.

"No, little one." Kihara shook her head firmly. "Not now." Marcus pouted to himself, really rather disappointed. Yes, he was tired, but he wanted to taste her again, to listen to her moan and gasp as his tongue slipped inside her delicious pussy. She'd pleasured him so much already, wasn't it his turn now? He started to crawl towards her again, wriggling over the sheets on trembling limbs. Surely she'd be fine with it once he got in between her legs and started, right? She always really liked it when he licked her and he just wanted her to praise him more. "I said not now." She snapped, just the slight hint of steel in her voice making him freeze in place and glance up at her, a guilty shiver running down his spine. Her eyebrow was raised as she stared back, that cool gaze a rather pressing reminder of the hard spanking she'd given him the last time he was naughty. Somehow, even though he'd been fantasizing about her smacking him, the thought of her deciding to punish him like that again still sent a cold shiver down the young prince's spine, his stomach sinking. "You've had a long, tiring day and you can hardly keep your eyes open, that means you need rest." She continued, firm enough he felt every word like a weight pressing him down on the bed. "I know you want to please me, but part of of that means being good and listening to what I say. So when I tell you something, you do not just ignore me like that. Just because we had fun with one spanking, doesn't mean I can't punish you with another, proper one if you upset me again!" Marcus whimpered, his heart going cold at the thought. Just from her words he knew how different that would feel from the playful smacks she'd given him in the bath. How much more it would hurt without the teasing and rubbing, and knowing she was angry with him. Kihara paused a moment, letting her words hang in the air. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, I understand and um...I'm sorry." Marcus nodded quickly, his cheeks burning with shame this time. Stupid...why hadn't he just been good and listened to her? Like she'd said before, she knew so much better than him what he needed! Hadn't he realized already just how true that was?

"Okay then, lesson learned, I hope, or it'll have to be a sharper one next time. The kind of bare bottom spanking even a boy like you won't enjoy." Her smile returned, as gorgeous as ever, but that momentary hint of her displeasure had made her point clear enough already. The young prince silently promised he'd listen to her quick from now on, feeling lucky enough to have gotten off without a very sore butt this time. "Now, come, you naughty boy, lay here, right beside me where I can keep you out of trouble." Kihara shuffled back towards the head of the bed on her knees and patted a place on the sheets next to her. Marcus nodded, then squirmed awkwardly round on the bed, his legs and arms still feeling rather weak and helpless after all the pleasure she'd given him. Crawling over to the gorgeous woman he adored, he laid himself down on his belly right beside her, feeling a warm thrill at the thought of sleeping with her again, in a real bed this time instead of just that little tent!

There was a rustling noise as she eased herself down beside him, lying on her side and facing towards him of course. Marcus smiled into his pillow, feeling her warm gaze trace slowly over his bare skin. Just knowing she was here looking out for him was such a comfort in this strange new place, so different to everything he knew. He was so lucky to be with her...and not just because she was gorgeous, tall and strong and all the...thrilling things she'd done to him. She'd protected him, watched over him, without her he'd have never made it out of the castle at all and would probably be locked away by his Uncle in some awful dungeon right now.

That sudden thought was enough to make him stiffen up and frown faintly, even on the verge of sleep as he was. All the excitement over the last couple of days had made it rather easy to forget what had happened, the shock of the attack by his Uncle, Kihara killing those soldiers right in front of him with all that blood and gore she'd tried to hide from him, and how he'd had to leave his parents behind to be captured. Then, Kihara had carried him so far from the Kingdom, over miles of forest and desert on Nasir's back, impossible distances for a sheltered boy like him to grasp. Suddenly it him like a slap across the face that it had been days and he still had no way of knowing what was even happening back home. He was exhausted already, and a little shaken by the scolding he'd gotten. Now, in a matter of moments he found all those long-buried fears returning in an icy tide that seemed to grab at his throat with cold, **** fingers.

Was his Father still a prisoner? The King was brave and strong, a hero, but he'd been captured all the same. What if Gaius still wanted to kill him! And the Queen too...Kihara had told the young prince his Uncle planned to marry his Mother, but even he'd noticed the two of them had never gotten on at all, in fact they seemed to hate each other. Would Gaius hurt her if she didn't want to go along with that stupid wedding? He hoped not...but just the thought made his heart ache with worry. Why...couldn't they both have escaped with him? Why couldn't Kihara have saved them too? He knew it was so unfair to feel this way. She was just one woman, even as amazing as she was, but he wished she'd been able to do something all the same.

"Are you alright, little one?" Kihara murmured beside him suddenly, her voice soft and soothing in his ear. Marcus tried to answer, to tell her he was fine, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. He shivered as he felt her big, warm hand settle on his back, stroking down over his smooth skin. "I'm sorry if what happened upset you." She continued, giving him a long caress from his shoulders all the way down to his bare hips. It should have felt so comforting, but with his chest all cold and tight with worry the young prince just wanted to shrink away from her. "I don't want to be sharp with you, but when you're not listening to me and being naughty like that I have to do something until you start behaving yourself again." Marcus sniffled into the pillow. That wasn't it, not at all. When she scolded him he knew it was for his own good, and the thought she might be worried she'd upset him just made him feel even worse.

"No...it's not that..." The young prince managed to gasp out, finally managing to turn his head to look at her through a mist of tears. A gasp of shock escaped her lips, her beautiful dark eyes wide and swimming with worry.

"Oh no...little one, I'm sorry..." Kihara murmured, and suddenly her warm arm was wrapped around his body, easing him up onto his side. He was sniffling as she pulled him gently into her, guiding his head into her chest. The young prince nuzzled into the front of her robe, feeling the softness of her boobs through the thin fabric. She was so warm, and the arm wrapped around him felt so strong and safe. Sobbing hoarsely, Marcus pressed himself into her, his slender naked body right up against hers. His hands grabbed at her waist, clutching her tight. This strong, beautiful woman who'd carried him away from everything he'd ever known, he clung to her now like a lifeline, the only one he had. "Is...this about your parents?" She asked softly, holding him against her. Her hand was on his back again, stroking along his shoulders with rough, callused fingers.

"Yes." Marcus nodded, his voice a muffled whimper into the front of her robe. Of course she'd guessed right away what was upsetting him. She was so...kind and sweet, and she knew what was best for him. He had to remember that...now more than ever. "I'm scared for them. I...just want to know they're okay."

"I don't know if they are, little one." Kihara murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "I wish I could say they were safe, but they were already captured when I managed to escape with you. Maybe they had friends who helped them, or maybe your uncle decided to show mercy and let them loose." She didn't sound too sure of that, but her tight embrace and the gentle way she kept rubbing his shoulders was helping all the same, and Marcus felt the painful sobs start to ease slightly. "In a few days, once things are more settled here, I'll arrange for a message to be sent to your home asking after them." She continued gently, her words soothing his aching, worried heart. "I can't promise we'll hear anything back, but if I do I'll bring it straight to you, alright?"

"Thank you..." The young prince whispered softly, between hoarse little sniffles. He really hoped they did hear something good, that his parents were safe and happy wherever they were...but no matter what just knowing Kihara was trying so hard to help him felt nice too, enough to lift him from the worst of his aching worries.

"You're very welcome." Kihara replied, her fingers brushing over the nape of his neck, teasing over strands of his silver hair. "Now...you need to get some sleep, my sweet little one. It'll all feel better in the morning, I promise." Marcus nodded slightly, his head still resting firmly in her soft boobs, leaving the front of her robe all wet with his tears. He hoped she didn't mind that, but he was suddenly too tired to even notice. He closed his eyes, squeezing the last few hot tears out onto his lashes. A wave of exhaustion settled over him like a blanket, the warmth of her body and her gentle stroking lulling him quickly towards sleep.

"I love you." He murmured tiredly into her chest, his voice so soft he wasn't sure she'd heard anything at all.

"Sleep." She purred above him. Like always, it felt just so right and easy to do as she said, and within moments Marcus slipped away into a deep, exhausted sleep in the arms of the woman he adored.