Kihara teaches him how

Marcus lay there trembling, Kihara's gorgeous body over his own. Her dark eyes drifted down his naked skin, drinking in the sight of him. The thought that this beautiful, amazing woman could look at him so hungrily made the young prince shiver with delight.

She stirred above him, raising the hand she'd used to make him feel so very good to her lips. There were pearly drops of his cum clinging to her fingers and he watched in wonder as she licked each one away with her flickering tongue.

"Ah, you taste delicious, little one." She murmured and Marcus blushed even hotter. He smiled shyly back at her, struggling to find the words for what he really wanted to ask. She was so strong and confident, it made him feel silly even telling her this, but...he had to.

"Please..." He whispered anxiously. "I want to make you feel good too." She smiled down at him, and the warmth in her eyes gave him the strength to continue. "I don't know how." The young prince admitted, biting his lip. "I've never been with a girl before."

"I will show you." Kihara replied, reaching down with her hand to cup his blushing cheek. Her callused fingers brushed down, over his soft lips. "A boy as pretty as you could light a fire in any hot-blooded woman, but you're mine now, aren't you?"

"Yes, Kihara." Marcus whispered. He was hers, he felt it in his trembling, aching heart. She'd saved him, carried him away like a prize to be won. What else did that make him but hers?

"Then do as I tell you, little one." His savior purred. She shifted up until she was kneeling over his body, her weight supported on her legs on either side of him. Her hand found the hem of her tunic, and the young prince watched in shivering anticipation as she rolled it slowly up her hips. His gaze drifted up her thighs, brown and muscled, and then between them. A hot gasp escaped his lips as he saw her pussy. It was dark and plump, the full lips glistening wet. Marcus didn't know much about girls or sex, but he did now what that meant. She was aroused...she really did want him! "You like what you see?" She asked, her voice a low, hungry growl. The young prince nodded, hardly able to trust his voice right now. "Good." She shuffled forward, until her thighs lay either side of his head and her gorgeous pussy was right in front of his face. Marcus craned his neck eagerly, sticking out his tongue. Before he could even think, he'd buried himself between her legs. The taste of her skin made him tremble with longing and he started licking frantically, pressing his tongue deeper. "Slow down, little one." She chuckled.

"Sorry." Marcus felt his cheeks blush even hotter as he drew shyly back, still tasting her on his tingling tongue.. So silly! He hadn't even waited for her to tell him what to do! Before he could get too upset, her hand found his cheek again, gently lifting him up until he was staring at her face.

"Your enthusiasm is very cute." She smiled down at him. "But best to start a little slower. You'll tire yourself out before you satisfy me otherwise, and I don't think either of us want that." Marcus shook his head, feeling terrible just at the thought. He really wanted to make her feel nice, even if he wasn't any good at sex. "Try again, just lick me gentler this time." She lowered him back down, moving his head between her legs.

This time she held him there, and the feeling of her hand against his cheek made him even more determined to do better. The young prince poked his tongue out and let it flutter over her warm flesh, just brushing gently in and out of her delicious pussy. He fought the urge to dive deeper, wanting to be good and do as she said. His reward, after a little longer, was a low moan from her that was so sexy it made his little dick start to stiffen.

Sensing she wanted it harder now, he buried himself a little deeper. His tongue parted her plump lower lips and he let it slip inside, tasting even more of her. His whole body throbbed with warm satisfaction. He felt like he could stay buried between her legs forever and never get tired of it. He wiggled and bucked his hips, his throbbing boner feeling almost as good as when she'd rubbed it before.

"Good, you're doing very well." Kihara breathed hotly. Marcus trembled with delight at the sound of her praise. "Harder now, work your tongue deeper." He obeyed at once, so **** to please her he could hardly stand it. She was so warm and wet against him, the delicious taste and smell of her pussy all over his lips and chin. "Clit now, little one." She growled suddenly. He froze, his tongue still buried deep inside her warm, wet pussy. "Here, lick me here." She explained, her voice trembling with impatience.

Her free hand spread herself open, and one of her fingers was pointing at a nub of flesh near the top of her lips, swollen and tender-looking. Marcus dived forward, pressing his tongue and lips against it. She shuddered above him, moaning and gasping for air. The pleasure in those sounds sent waves of hot delight through the young prince. He felt like he almost came again just from hearing her.

Her muscled thighs trembled, then jerked in, pressing his head between them. Marcus squeaked in shock, but kept licking, driven by an urge so fierce he wouldn't have stopped for anything at all. Her dark skin pressed against his cheeks, hard muscle holding him there as his tongue worked over and over. One last gasp escaped her lips, her whole body trembling with pleasure, and then she slumped forward over him, catching herself with one hand on the bed.

Marcus drew back, but kept licking softly at her warm pussy. He remembered how she'd gently milked his dick after he'd come, drawing out the orgasm even longer. Now he wanted to to the same for her and let his tongue flutter over her, lapping up the glistening juices covering her dark skin. She rested over him for a minute or so, panting hard, her breasts heaving under her thin tunic.

"Little one..." She breathed at last, staring down at him with dark eyes glazed with satisfaction. "You're amazing. That was really your first time?" He nodded, his lips curling into a shy little smile. She shuffled back, leaning over him and bring her face back down to his. He gasped in delight when she kissed him gently, first on the forehead, then on the cheeks and one last hungry one planted on his waiting lips. "I think my good boy deserves a reward for doing so well." She murmured in his ear, and Marcus felt himself tremble with anticipation at those delicious words.