Marcus isn't so sure, but he's still too scared to fight

The next morning when Marcus woke to find himself curled up on some furs next to Irena's sleeping body, it was still hard to believe what had happened last night. The cruel huntress who'd kidnapped and beaten him had been gentle and almost kind. In turn he'd found himself behaving like her perfect pet. And then...inside this very tent, she'd made him cum with his butt, tenderly milking him to climax with just a finger. His cheeks flushed at the memory. It was hard to tell himself he'd only done as she said because he was scared of her, when he'd enjoyed that so very much. Even now, his little dick twitched between his legs just thinking about how amazing it had felt when her finger curled up to stroke that magic place inside him.

The young prince bit his lip anxiously. He knew this was wrong. What was his Father think of him submitting to Irena so easily? The King would be absolutely furious. He'd think his son even more cowardly and weak than he already did. Marcus knew he had to be stronger today. Maybe not deliberately provoke Irena, he didn't want to get beaten again, but he couldn't just meekly go along with everything she told him anymore. He was a prince, not a tame bunny rabbit! He wasn't going to let Irena do anything to his butt again!

His resolve lasted up until the huntress queen stirred in her furs a few moments later. When her dark eyes fluttered open and settled on his naked body, Marcus froze, lying there obediently as she sat up. The furs slipped from her body, revealing once again her small, tight boobs, muscled waist and the vicious scar scoring up her side. The young prince swallowed, his gaze flickering over her naked chest. She might be scary, but she was so pretty too. Tall and strong and fierce, just like all the heroines in stories he adored. Only those brave lady knights didn't want to turn boys into animals.

"Now there's a sight for sore eyes." She purred at him, reaching out a hand. Marcus couldn't stop himself from shivering and she paused, her fingers hanging in the air in front of his face. "Ah, I see." She smiled thinly. "You're embarrassed about last night, aren't you? Untrained boys are so adorable." Marcus felt his cheeks flush hot. How did she know? "Don't you worry, my cute little bunny." She purred, her hand darting forward to stroke across his cheek. "Soon enough you'll accept your proper place, and you won't have to worry anymore about silly things males don't need like pride or shame. You can just be my happy little pet, serving me however I choose." Marcus whimpered softly as she gave a handful of his hair a sharp little tug. He didn't like the sound of that at all. It was easy to forget when she was being nice to him, but when she said she wanted him to be an animal, she meant it, in every way that mattered. "Now, where's that tail of yours got to?" She purred, still holding him firmly by the hair.

Some minutes later, Marcus crawled after the huntress queen as she strode out of her tent, fully dressed once more in her leather armor, one of her longbows and a quiver slung across her back. That horrible lump of ivory was once again shoved into his butt, his poor, tender hole clenching it tightly and sending the same hot, tingling feelings down into his stiff dick. Irena had smirked at him when he got a boner right after she shoved the oiled tail inside him and told him with a hard smack across his butt that he'd better not touch himself there when she wasn't looking. As if he would! Sure, after what she'd done to him last night the tail was making him feel even more tingly and needy, like somehow his butt was getting more sensitive, but he wasn't about to start rubbing himself in public!

Then she'd gotten dressed right in front of him, as he lay curled up in a corner of the tent, unable to stop himself from watching. It felt like such an...intimate naughty thing, watching an older woman pull on her clothes from the floor at her feet. He'd felt so conflicted, still afraid of her, but fixated on her muscled thighs and shoulders every time they flexed and bulged. Even a glimpse of her wet pussy had made his mouth water as he remembered how it had felt to bury his head between her legs and taste her there. It was all the stupid tail's fault. Having that thing inside him made it so hard to focus on anything but his tingling butt and little, stiff dick.

Now she led him through her camp of bustling huntresses, as he blushed and tried to hide as close to her legs as possible. The last thing he wanted was some other girl seeing him this way and laughing at him again. Irena's women were hard at work clearing the camp, quickly rolling up all their tents and moving supplies back to the wagons. They seemed focused and disciplined, working together to get the job done as fast as possible. It made Marcus tremble just watching them. Uncle Gaius was coming with an army of knights of course, but would even he be able to beat this tightly-knit group of women warriors?

"I'm putting you back with your Father for the day, little bunny." Irena purred suddenly, giving him a lingering look. He blushed again as her dark eyes traced down his naked back, settling on his butt and the fluffy tail poking out behind him. "Consider it another little reward for your good behavior last night. Hopefully some of your meekness can rub off on him, but I doubt he'll make it that easy for me. He's a stubborn one, alright." She chuckled coldly. "I look forward to the challenge of training him."

Marcus shivered faintly, not just from the cold. She had to know the things she'd done to him just wouldn't work on a strong, brave man like his Father, so what was she planning? Something horrible, it had to be. No matter what, the King would fight her. The young prince was sure of that! If only he could be so brave, instead of pathetically doing as she said just because he was scared of getting his butt beaten. No wonder his Father thought he was so weak and useless.

The carriage with the cage on top loomed ahead of them. On all fours, Marcus couldn't quite see inside yet, but as Irena stepped up to unlock the gate her cold smile and leer made it obvious his poor Father was still trapped inside. The thought sent a flicker of aching disappointment through him, like part of him had somehow expected his hero to escape during the night, ready to return later and save him with an army of knights. He knew that wasn't possible, but...he just wished it could be.