The young prince does his best

Marcus bit his lip anxiously, staring at the pile of unfamiliar equipment. He really wanted to do things right and impress Kihara, but he had no idea how to even start setting up a camp. What if he messed up really badly? She'd think he was so silly.

"Don't look so very nervous." She grinned up at him, once again reading him like an open book. "I'll be here to guide you. Come, crouch down here." She patted the ground next to her. Marcus stepped over and lowered himself down, only to squeal in shock when her strong arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer. "I want you to watch me closely while I set up the tent for both of us. Then I'll take it down again and you can try for yourself." She turned her head to him, lips curled into a thin smile that sent naughty shivers down his spine. "If you can manage it well enough, I promise I'll give you a nice reward when we're both snuggled up inside." Her hand slipped down to his thigh as she spoke, stroking along the bare skin in a way that left little doubt what kind of reward she was referring to.

"Yes Kihara." Marcus whimpered, his poor dick twitching in his shorts just from that. Now he was very much motivated, but he still wasn't sure he'd be able to do it. Nasir was watching them too, pausing from preening his feathers every now and then to raise his head and look at Marcus with those huge golden eyes. Somehow that made him even more nervous, like the bird was going to judge him if he messed up and think he wasn't good enough for Kihara. It was silly, but he couldn't help himself.

"Now let's see here, the first thing we need is to find a suitable place for a campfire." Kihara explained. "I'll handle that part. I don't want you getting those soft, pretty hands of yours burnt. Then we can set up the tent close by, where the fire can warm us." Marcus watched closely as his savior marked out a an area, clearing a small patch of grass and laying out a circle of stones for the fire. Kihara then unfolded the wool tent and started gently telling him how to tie ropes to certain parts of it and then fasten then to some wooden pegs driven into the ground to keep it standing. She was a good teacher, moving at just the right pace that even a total beginner like him could keep up. The young prince tried so hard to remember everything she said, concentrating more than he ever had in his boring lessons back in the castle.

After giving him a little time to look at the finished tent while she fixed the firepit, Kihara took the whole thing down again. She laid out each part neatly on the floor in front of him, then gently told him to get to work. By now, Marcus was very nervous indeed, but hearing her tell him what to do made it simple. As she sat in the grass to watch, he started gingerly setting things up. It was hard at first, and he knew he was messing up, but when he felt her gaze on him he found the courage to pause, take a breath and try again.

At long last, he pulled the final rope tight with all the feeble strength in his soft arms, and the tent was standing. Not quite as neat as she had made it, but after he stared at it for a few anxious moments, biting his lip and wringing his hands, he realized it wasn't going to fall apart anytime soon. Still very nervous, he turned to Kihara, staring shyly at his savior and waiting for her to approve. He could tell she wasn't just going easy on him. She stepped round the tent, looking at a few parts of it and tightening some of the ropes he'd tied. Just when he was getting worried he might not have earned his reward, she turned to him and smiled, then gave him a short nod.

Marcus froze, stunned for a moment as warm feelings flooded through him. He'd done it! Somehow after all that hard work it felt so good to know he'd gotten things right he could hardly stand it! He was smiling suddenly, his heart soaring. The satisfied look his savior was giving him felt so amazing he could hardly stand it. Before he even knew what he was doing, he darted to Kihara, throwing himself into her arms with a squeal of delight. She gasped in shock, but soon was holding him tightly to her armored body, stroking up and down his back with one hand.

"I did it!" He cooed, nuzzling into her chest. This felt so good! He wanted to hold her like this forever and ever!

"Yes you did, little one." She crouched down a little, still holding him, so that her face was close to his. Marcus stared up at the gorgeous woman he adored, his lips parted and wet. He felt almost like he was going to cry with all the warm happiness filling up his chest fit to bursting. "I loved watching you try so hard to please me." She purred, the hand on his back skating rather lower. "You're so very cute." Marcus gasped, his dick stiffening, as she cupped his butt gently through his tight shorts, giving one cheek a firm squeeze that made him shiver.

She bent down a little more and their lips met. Even during a kiss, he could tell she was very much in charge and he adored it. The way her lips **** his open and her warm, delicious tongue slipped into his mouth, pressing his own down. It made him moan and tremble, hardly able to do anything but stand here and let her have her wicked way with him. His dick was harder than ever, pressing against the front of his tight shorts.

When she broke the kiss at last, he found himself leaning up, craning his neck to reach her lips and continue even longer. She held him there with ease, one strong hand telling him gently that it was up to her to decide when he got kissed. Marcus knew it was right to leave everything up to her, but he couldn't help want more! She could just kiss him one more time, just for a moment!

"Kihara..." He breathed, staring limply up at her with pleading eyes.

"Don't look so disappointed." She chuckled, and Marcus squealed in shock and jumped when her hand darted back to smack him rather hard across the butt. "Good things come to boys who wait." The young prince rubbed his stinging butt, pouting a little. She'd spanked him quite hard then, leaving a hot, prickly welt across his cheek. Just like before though, the pain seemed to tingle with a naughty edge that made his dick throb even hotter. It almost felt like he...liked her hitting his butt. "I promise you'll like your reward very much when it's time, little one." Kihara murmured gently above him, her words making him shiver with anticipation. "For now though, I need you to sit down by the tent and wait like a good, patient boy. I'm going to chop some firewood first and get our dinner cooking, then I need to see to Nasir. Can you do that?"

"Yes Kihara!" Marcus nodded frantically. He could be patient, even if it was really hard to focus on anything but how hard his dick was. When she let him go, he darted to the side of the tent and crouched down in the grass, promising himself and her that he'd be a good boy and do whatever she wanted.