Kihara teases and bathes her prince

Marcus giggled softly as his shorts were yanked off his dangling feet in one smooth tug by Kihara's strong hands. With his shirt already lying neatly folded to one side, that left him sitting here naked with his bare butt planted in the lap of his fully clothed lover. His cheeks flushed hot as he watched her dark, smoldering eyes drifting slowly down his bare chest, but he made no move to cover himself despite the faint embarrassment. He...liked her looking at him this way, that hungry curl of her lips sending hot shivers of anticipation down his spine.

"You're just too cute, little one." She purred, one of her hands settling rather firmly on his back, those strong, callused fingers rubbing at his skin. "So soft and pale and delicate, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you? I can hardly stop myself from tossing you on my bed and ravaging you right now, and that's the problem there. What woman can resist this?" Her other hand was on his thigh now, her fingers sinking into his skin as she held him tight. It wasn't painful, but left him very aware all the same of just how strong she was. "No wonder the Empress wants you so badly, but you're mine, aren't you, and mine you'll stay." She flashed a teasing grin at him that left him feeling hot and flushed, his dick twitching between his legs. Just the way she casually claimed him like that was making him stiffen up down there, and her possessive grip on his leg wasn't helping matters either. "I should really put you over my knee again and teach you what happens to naughty boys who are just too cute for their own good. Perhaps a sore, red bottom and a few tears will stop you flaunting yourself in front of my auntie like that."

"Um..." Marcus stared dumbly at her. It was...kind of hard to think right now, and he was having trouble figuring out if she was serious or not. She wouldn't really...spank him again just because the Empress had tried to take him from her, would she? The unfairness of that should have stung, especially with his poor butt tingling at the memory of just how hard she'd smacked him last time, only instead he felt a hot, tingling feeling in his belly at the thought of her treating him that way. "I'm sorry, Kihara." The young prince murmured, gazing longingly at her gorgeous face. He wriggled in her lap, imagining what it would feel like to be bent over her knee again, to have her hard palm cracking across his poor, tender butt over and over as he sobbed and kicked, helpless as a kitten.

"Sorry you should be, little one." She drawled, raising an eyebrow. The young prince moaned softly, his lips trembling. Ah...she looked so stern and beautiful, the way she glared at him like it really was his fault. His hips trembled, his stiff dick aching. Maybe it was his fault...he hadn't stopped the Empress looking at him, had he? "Very, very sorry and very eager to make it up to me. We'll deal with that later though." Marcus couldn't stop a little sigh of disappointment escaping his lips at that, and by the amused glint in her eyes she knew exactly why. "For now, a bath is what you need after that long journey. Me as well of course, but I'll be washing you first, okay?"

He nodded hurriedly, the thought of refusing not even entering his mind, even though he’d been able to bathe himself for a long time. It was definitely starting to feel like things had changed between them even in the short time since they'd arrived here in her home. Kihara was much firmer with him, insisting on more, and while she still seemed willing to explain things to him it felt more and more like she was expecting to decide pretty much everything for him and keep him on a very short leash. In turn, the young prince found himself even more willing to do whatever she wanted. She did know best after all, she'd shown him that in so many ways already. If she thought she needed to take him in hand like this, then maybe it was how he should be treated after all. Part of it was just to protect him, he was sure, but having her boss him around like this was also...rather thrilling.

The young prince squealed in shock as Kihara suddenly rose from the chair, lifting his bare body up with her in those strong, muscled arms, one hand slipping under his dangling legs, while the other supported his shoulders. She held him so easily, like he weighed nothing. To Marcus, it was such a thrill every time to be carried around like this, all the more so since he was naked right now, his stiff dick throbbing hot between his thighs. Smirking at his reactions, she stepped forward across the room, taking him with her without another word. The young prince shivered as he realized she was heading for the door. There wasn't anyone out there to see him, was there? He was sure Kihara would protect him, but the way the women in this strange place behaved he didn't want to be seen naked like this by anyone but her.

"Don't be nervous, little one." She murmured in his ear, her voice softer now, without the teasing bite that had so thrilled him earlier. Still, it was just as nice to have her reassuring him, even if in a different way. "My quarters are mine alone. I've made sure it's only going to be the two of us here, and I intend to take full advantage. In fact, I expect I'll keep you naked for most of the time we're here. You're far too cute to hide behind clothes so you'll just have to get used to being bare and blushing, I'm afraid."

"Um...okay." Marcus nodded, her words sending a hot shiver down his spine that ended right at the tip of his stiff little dick.

"Hush now, keep that sweet mouth shut." Kihara purred, stepping through the curtained door and out into the lobby. "There'll be a time for you to talk later, little one, but for now I want my good boy to stay nice and quiet for me." The young prince pursed his lips closed, and she smiled gently at him, clearly pleased he was taking her instructions to heart. He wasn't sure why she wanted him to stay quiet like this, but then it didn't really matter, did it? She'd told him to do it, and he was happy to obey.

As she ducked through another doorway, the silk curtain folding aside, he found himself in another large stone room, the floors covered in delicate patterned mosaics, and the scent of flowers in the air. At the center there was a large pool of clear water, with steps leading down from one end onto the polished stone floor underneath. The young prince gasped in shock as he saw steam rising from the pool, realizing not that this was where Kihara intended to wash him, but the water was nice and hot too. Back home in the palace, a bath had been just a copper tub filled with lukewarm water. This was so much more luxurious. Even around the pool, there were more lovely plants like he'd seen in the Empress' throne room, with colorful flowers blooming.

"I see you are impressed." Kihara chuckled, her gaze still fixed on him despite the luxury around them. "The baths are heated through the floor below. As soon as word reached them that I'd returned the servants made everything ready for me. Being the Empress' niece does have some advantages, I suppose. Now, little one, stop gawping and look at me." He tore his gaze from the beautiful bath and wriggled back to stare up at her gorgeous face through fluttering lashes. "Time to get you nice and clean, so while I scrub down every inch of this gorgeous smooth skin of yours, you are going to sit in the water and let me do as I please with you, okay?" Marcus nodded again. "Good boy." She nodded, those two sweet words sending another hot thrill through the young prince, his belly fluttering and his cheeks flushed pink. He liked it a lot...when she called him that.