Irena teaches him the pleasure of submission

Irena's tent was surprisingly sparse for one belonging to a queen. Instead of a bed, there was just a pile of furs, then a small wooden desk in the corner with what looked like maps and parchment laid out on top. A set of four oiled longbows hung in a rack against one wall, with a basket of goosefeather arrows next to them. The only light came from a flickering lantern hanging from the ceiling. At least it was nice and warm inside, but that just made the young prince worry about his poor, injured Father, still locked in that horrible cage.

Marcus glanced anxiously over the canvas walls, his throat tight with worry about what was going to happen to him now. It wasn't exactly hard to guess it was going to involve him, Irena and that pile of furs. The last time he'd been in a bed with her, it hadn't gone very well for him at all. The memory of the sizzling pain of the crop against his tender butt made him shudder. But she was being nicer now, right? Maybe if he was good, she wouldn't beat him again.

"Come here, little bunny." Irena purred. She'd taken off her boots and was standing by the furs, her eyes gleaming in the faint light of the lantern. Marcus lowered his head and crawled to her, biting his lip. There was something hungry in her gaze that made him very nervous, but at the same time he felt his cheeks flush hot and his bare skin tingle. Between his legs, his little dick twitched as he knelt awkwardly at her feet, staring up at this strong, tall woman who held his life in her grip. "I don't normally do this, especially not so early in a male's training. I like mine to be constantly needy and ****, begging for my attention." She continued, reaching down her hand to cup his pale cheek. He shivered as her callused fingers rubbed over his skin. There was something quite possessive in those gentle caresses, and it made his body flush with heat. "But you have been so very good, my adorable bunny-boy. And you're just so cute." She licked her lips hungrily.

Staring up at her from so far below, Marcus wriggled a little as his dick started to throb and ache. His head was getting all hot, and it was hard to think about anything but how tall and strong and beautiful she was. Even all the horrible things she'd done to him were getting very distant now. Was she going to make him lick her again? **** his head between her legs and pin him there until she was satisfied? The thought made him breathe harder, his chest flushing and his little pink nipples getting all stiff and itchy.

Instead of stripping off or grabbing him, she let her hand drop and stepped back, sitting down on the pile of furs in front of him. She put that horrible tail down to one side and stared across the tent at him, her dark eyes seeming to pierce right through his naked body. Marcus couldn't help but shiver in disappointment. He really wanted her to just...do something to him, grab him in those strong arms and **** him to pleasure her. Anything to soothe this aching anticipation building up inside his body.

"Come, lie here, pet." She patted her lap, giving him a predatory look that made his poor dick throb even hotter. Marcus paused a moment, biting his lip. He really wanted to, but even through the haze of arousal his body still remembered how she'd hurt him before. "Oh, don't look so very anxious. Come to your Mistress. You'll enjoy this very much, I promise."

Her reassuring words were all he needed. The young prince crawled to her, gasping in delight when her strong hands darted out and grabbed him firmly by the waist. Before he could even think, she'd pulled him to her laid his slender body firmly over her lap. One hand held him there, gently now, but he knew she could pin him down in an instant if she chose. Somehow that thought made him feel even hotter. He moaned hoarsely as he felt his stiff little dick brush over her muscled thighs, bare below the hem of her short robe. If he just started wriggling and thrusting, it felt like he'd spurt all over her in just a few seconds. But he didn't dare move, not unless she'd allow him to.

A little yelp of shock escaped his lips when he felt her other hand settle firmly on his quivering butt. He froze, worried she might get mad at him for making too much noise. Instead she just chuckled roughly above him. He felt her fingers sink into the soft flesh of one cheek and he wriggled a little, taking hot, gasping breaths for air. It felt so good somehow, her just grabbing him tight like this, but he wanted more! He gasped in delight when she slid a finger between his plump butt, a hot shiver running down his spine as it rubbed across his throbbing butthole. After spending all that time with the tail inside, that part of him felt so very achingly sensitive. He could feel it tense and twitch as her finger circled teasingly around it, making him moan. His butt throbbed, begging for something to fill it up again.

"Judging by how hot and twitchy you got when I put in your cute little tail, you're one of those males who are very sensitive here." She purred, her fingers still just rubbing over his aching, twitching hole. Marcus blushed even hotter. So she had noticed how hard he'd gotten then! His embarrassment faded quickly, and soon he was just silently begging that she stop teasing him already and shove one of those firm fingers inside. His dick was so very hard right now, his balls tight and painful, but the throbbing in his butt was even more ****! "I'm going to enjoy playing with you even more once I get you home to my stables." She continued, her voice hot and eager. "I can't wait to watch you wriggle and moan when I fuck you with one of my toys, but for now, this will do just fine."

Suddenly one of her fingers darted in and he let out a shrill squeal as he felt it sink into his throbbing butt. His eyes bulged at the white-hot surge of crackling pleasure. Her finger didn't let him recover for even an instant. He could feel it twisting inside his clenching hole, thrusting in and out to drive deeper as his poor butt clenched around it. Her other hand had him pinned as he wriggled and bucked in her lap, the feeling of helplessness against her strength only adding to the needy heat boiling in his core.

Then he felt that finger curl inside him, stretching him out. The tip traced along his throbbing insides and pressed against a spot inside him he never knew existed. Just like that, his mind went white as crackling heat flooded through his body. His whole body tingled and ached, needy moans and squeals escaping from his trembling lips. And she just kept going, teasing and touching that magic spot over and over. His dick twitched and throbbed in time with her amazing finger. All he could focus on were her tingling stroking caresses. Then he felt his balls draw tight, and his hard dick pulse and throb even though she hadn't even touched it once.

With a shrill squeaking noise, he came, his little dick spurting cum across her muscled legs. He felt his acing butthole clench tight around her finger, his throbbing insides squeezing that hard digit that had him impaled to the core. She kept it moving anyway, stroking and rubbing against that place inside him to milk the waves of pleasure out even longer. His poor dick was helpless. It just kept spraying and leaking more and more, even as it softened between his legs. Marcus couldn't think, his mind utterly focused on the crackling pleasure searing up from his lower body. She milked him until his poor balls ached, emptier than they'd ever felt before.

At long last, Irena stopped, leaving him limp and gasping across her bare legs. His mind felt all blank and fuzzy, and it was really hard to think even as the waves of painful pleasure finally started to ease. Her hand on his back was gently stroking him, moving up and down his tingling skin. It felt so warm and reassuring he found himself snuggling closer to her without even thinking. A little yelp escaped his lips when she pulled her finger free, leaving his clenching hole aching and empty. He wasn't sure he'd be able to bear it if she started doing that again, but part of him still wanted to see how it would feel.

"That was quick. You really are a sensitive one." She chuckled above him. "I'm going to have to be careful when I tease you from now on, at least until we get back home and I can have that little dickie of yours properly caged. Good pets don't cum unless their Mistress gives them permission, you know?" Marcus just moaned softly in reply. He remembered distantly that he wasn't allowed to talk, but his voice didn't seem to be working anyway. Irena let him lay there for a while, his body twitching across her legs as her hand continued to stroke him gently. In the warm haze of satisfaction, he didn't even remember why he'd been so scared of her at all. With just one finger, she'd made him feel better than anything in his life ever had. Everything else felt kind of hazy and distant, too slippery for his mind to grasp.

When she gently eased him off her lap, and told him to lick up his mess, he didn't even hesitate, using his trembling tongue to clean the pearly cum his little dick had sprayed across her thigh. The taste didn't even bother him, and when he was done he nuzzled his cheek against her lap, just wanting her to hold him tight and cuddle him to sleep. Instead, she spread her legs wide and rolled up her robe, his nose wrinkling as he caught the familiar smell of her arousal. When she pointed sharply between her legs, he wriggled forward to obey, burying his tongue inside the warm wetness of her hot, swollen pussy. As he licked her to orgasm, and her muscled body shook and quivered above him, her pleasure made him feel even warmer and safer. He burrowed into her pussy, licking it even more and tasting her delicious juices. It was hard to think about anything but pleasing her, and he smiled faintly as he felt her muscles clench in another climax. If he had to be a bunny, at least she was his owner, right?