Kihara teases him, but then he learns something shocking

Marcus crouched in the grass next to the tent, blushing red-hot as he watched Kihara chop up wood for the fire. She'd stripped out of her armor and left it in a neat pile, leaving her wearing only a light brown robe and boots. As she swung the axe to smoothly split each log in turn, he could see every gorgeous muscle in her arms and shoulders tensing and relaxing under her coffee-colored skin. Below the short hem of her robe her muscled thighs were bare, droplets of glistening sweat flowing down her long, long legs. The young prince found his gawping gaze drifting along every inch of exposed skin, his little dick pressing tight against the front of his shorts. Somehow this felt even naughtier than seeing her naked.

He was starting to think she was doing this to him on purpose. Every now and then she'd bend to one side and let her robe slip just a little higher, leaving him staring open-mouthed at a sliver of lighter skin near the top of her thighs. One time she'd even bent right over to gather up more wood, her legs straight and her gorgeous butt up in the air, clothes pulled tight over those round curves. Marcus had found himself wriggling and breathing hard by the time she straightened, and she'd been smiling like a cat!

"There, that should be enough." She said at last, hefting the axe up over her shoulder. Her biceps bulged out as she flexed her arm, making the young prince gasp and hide his blushing cheeks with his hands. "Come here little one, help me move these to the firepit." She chuckled, waving at the pile of logs. Eager for the distraction, Marcus leapt to his feet, struggling to hide the rather obvious little bulge in the front of his tight shorts. Of course she'd already seen him naked and taken his precious first time, but it still felt really embarrassing for her to find out he'd gotten a boner just from watching her chop wood. The way she grinned at him, he was sure she knew anyway.

While she effortlessly lifted most of the larger logs, Marcus grabbed a few of the smaller pieces, and together they made a neat pile in the circle of cleared grass and stones. She'd easily be able to do this herself, but it felt really good to help her anyway, especially when she gently instructed him exactly how to arrange the wood up to make a nice fire. These were things he'd never imagined learning before. Princes didn't need to build campfires after all, but when she told him he'd done it right he found himself smiling shyly and wriggling with delight all over again. It might be harder work than he was used to, but somehow that made it so much more satisfying, especially since he was doing it for her.

Afterward, she lit the fire using a flint, and started cooking them some stew from her rations. Marcus watched eagerly, bucking on his heels, as she explained how the dried meat and vegetables could be boiled in water with certain herbs she'd gathered to make a flavorful meal. Then she patted him on the head and told him to keep stirring while she saw to Nasir. Eager to impress her, the young prince focused on moving the spoon just how she'd instructed, nice smooth circles to make sure everything was evenly cooked.

A little distance from him, Kihara was brushing out her mount's feathers, picking out a few twigs and burrs. She talked to the bird in a low voice as she worked, while he sat very still, his golden eyes closed. He looked to be enjoying himself very much, moving every now and then to brush his body against hers. Marcus wondered how his savior had ended up with such a close bond to that massive animal. The only thing she'd told him was that Nasir was from her homeland. Which was where? He still hadn't asked, even though he was really curious and **** to learn more about her. There just hadn't seemed to be a good time yet. Biting his lip as he gently stirred the pot, he promised himself he'd try over this meal.

After a few more minutes, Kihara lowered her brush and gave Nasir one last rub of his neck feathers, making the bird coo softly. As she stepped back, he spread his wings and launched into the air, clearing the trees and disappearing off with a loud screech. No doubt to hunt again. Marcus smiled to himself. Even though Nasir was friendly, he was rather happy to be alone with beautiful Kihara again and no-one else to distract her. Sure enough, she turned and smiled down at him, her pretty eyes sparkling.

"How's that going, little one?" She asked, waving a hand at the pot.

"Oh...I think it's almost done, maybe." Marcus hurriedly started stirring rather faster, glancing into the bubbling stew. It did smell delicious now and he hadn't eaten much today. His belly rumbled rather loudly, making him yelp and blush again.

"Sounds like you need a meal." Kihara chuckled, that same silvery laugh that sounded so amazing he didn't even care she was making a little fun of him. Instead, he just smiled shyly at her as she crouched down beside him. "Here, let me spoon some out for you." She took the spoon from his hand and filled a bowl from her stores. As she handed it to him, Marcus noticed the bowl was made of delicate white porcelain, decorated with pretty swirling patterns. It seemed really rather fancy and expensive for something a mercenary would own, but Kihara was so strong a warrior he supposed she must have made lots of money over the years. She had to be worth an army all by herself. As he blew on the steaming stew he watched her spoon out her own meal, then sit in the grass a small distance from the fire with her long legs crossed. "Come, sit beside me." She patted the grass next to her.

"Okay." Marcus nodded eagerly. He scampered over to his savior, but instead of sitting on the grass he planted his butt right on top of her crossed legs, leaving him sitting in her lap with his back against her chest. After a little gasp, she relaxed, seeming not to mind. That was lucky, because he felt really nice sitting here, warm and safe and happy. She was tall enough to eat her own meal just above him, while he held his bowl close and spooned up mouthfuls of the delicious stew. It tasted really good, simple but tasty.

Just like before, knowing that he'd done his bit to cook the food made him feel all warm and satisfied. It was so nice of Kihara to let him try. His Mother would never have allowed him to even step inside the kitchens back home. He could almost hear her now, telling him firmly that cooking was peasant's work and that she couldn't risk him getting hurt. Just like that, he paused, the spoon halfway to his mouth and a half-empty bowl of stew in his other hand. Where was his Mother now? Was she still a captive of his uncle? She was much braver than he was, but she must be so afraid anyway.

"Is something wrong?" He heard Kihara ask. She'd set her own finished bowl down beside her, and her arm was suddenly wrapped around his waist, her hand cupping his soft stomach.

"No." He whispered. She made no reply, her palm rubbing gently over his belly through the thin silk shirt. "It's just..." He found himself saying after a moment. "I was thinking about my Mother." He felt her slump against him, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "I'm worried about her." Marcus continued, glancing down at the grass. "I hope she's safe."

"I'm so sorry, little one." Kihara murmured, and the young prince froze, shocked at how sad she suddenly sounded. "It's my fault...that your parents were taken. If I hadn't been helping your uncle..."

"Kihara, don't say that!" Marcus stammered, voice trembling in shock. He leant back hurriedly, craning his neck to look up at her face. She met his gaze sadly. "You saved me!"

"You don't understand." She shook her head. "I was the reason your uncle's men took the castle. I flew Nasir over the walls and opened the gates for them. He paid me a lot of gold to do it."

"What?" He gasped. Of course he'd known she'd been fighting on his uncle's side then. She'd told him that the first night, but...

"I'm afraid it's true." She murmured, raising her head to stare into the crackling fire. "He was going to try to storm the castle anyway. I told him I'd save him the trouble if he spared those inside. A siege...is an awful, ugly thing and it rarely ends with anything but a massacre. Then after I was done he said he was going to kill you anyway, and your Father too, and **** his heir into your Mother. That was why I was trying to find you. I took you away and hid the truth from you because I couldn't bear for you to know. Even worse, I let myself forget my guilt and took you into my bed, toying with the boy whose trust I betrayed." Her hand slipped away from him like she'd been stung, leaving him feeling hollow without her gentle caresses. "That was a mistake. I let my own lust for you overtake me." She gasped, her strong voice trembling. "I'm sorry...I never should have taken you that way. And then to continue today like nothing was wrong, lying to you and myself. It is unforgiveable"

"No!" Marcus shook his head frantically. It felt just awful thinking she might blame herself for what had happened. He hadn't even realized she was worrying about these things! How blind and stupid was he? The young prince put his bowl down and hurriedly wriggled round in her lap. As soon as he was facing her he threw his arms around her and hugged her tight. She gasped softly as he leant forward and buried his cheek against her chest. "It's not your fault!" He gasped, staring up into her beautiful dark eyes. "My uncle's the bad one! You saved me and you were trying to save my parents too! I know you wouldn't have done it if you'd known what he really wanted!" She sat there stiff, looking down at him as he hugged her as tightly as he could. Please let her understand!

"Thank you." She replied at last. "Your uncle lied to me, it's true. It feels better to hear you say those things. I've been told before I blame myself far too easily." Marcus sighed with relief, leaning into her. She was hugging him back now, holding his slender body gently against her own. He could feel the curves of her boobs on his cheek, and even though he knew he shouldn't right now it was hard not to focus on how soft they were. "I'm glad I managed to save you at least." She murmured softly, reaching up a hand to rub at his silver hair.

"Me too." Marcus whispered into her chest. As awful as that night had been, at least it meant he'd met her."Kihara...I really like you, and I'm glad you...um...took my first time last night." He continued, blushing furiously. It was embarrassing, but he knew he had to say it. "Please don't feel bad about what happened. I think you're so pretty and I want to do more like that. If you...um still want to as well." He felt her hand slip down to his cheek, and slowly she moved his head up until he was looking at her again. His cheeks were blazing, but when he saw the gentle look in her eyes he smiled shyly at her. She didn't seem sad anymore.

"Is that so?" She raised her eyebrow, smiling back at last. She straightened a little, seeming to shrug off that awful guilt. "Then I think I shall give you that special reward tonight after all. You will enjoy it a lot, little one." Marcus' blush spread all the way to his neck and ears. His mind was racing as he struggled to imagine just what kind of naughty reward she was going to give him. "For now though, you should finish your stew." She reached over him to fetch his bowl and spoon. "I don't want you going hungry." His mouth opened obediently as she lifted the spoon to his lips. As she gently fed him each mouthful, he lent back into her warm body. It didn't matter at all what she'd told him and he was glad he'd been able to help her by telling her as much. He loved her after all, even if he couldn't quite say it.