Lyra puts the prince to use pleasing her

Lyra stepped across the room like a tigress, her good eye gleaming fiercely as it drifted over Marcus' naked body. The young prince was frozen, unable to do anything but stand and shiver. Not so long ago she'd promised she wouldn't hurt him, but the way she was glaring at him now made that rather difficult to remember. That awful story had left her tense, her jaw tight and a rather wild look on her face, and Marcus worried she was about to take out her anger at his father on him.

As soon as she was close enough, Lyra pounced. The young prince barely had time to let out a muffled squeak of shock before she'd yanked him forward into a savage kiss. Her lips ground against his, fiercely and hungrily as she pressed down into him. Meanwhile her arms were wrapped around his body, pinning his own to his side and dragging him firmly up against her bare chest, squashing her boobs against him. He yelped out when her callused fingers dug into his skin, almost painful in the way she clung to him. Marcus didn't dare move or struggle, not even when her lips worked his open and her tongue dove inside his mouth, forcefully pressing his down as surely as she held his body in her grip.

Her hands slid down his back, squeezing and groping at his flesh with a fierce, almost possessive strength. She was panting into the kiss, her one good eye fixed on him and burning like a wildfire. The young prince couldn't meet that fierce gaze, nor the awful glassy look from the burned side of her face, his heart pounding as this woman he was so frightened of held him tight against her. In frantic desperation he screwed his eyes closed, but he couldn't shut away the feeling of her tongue sliding over the inside of his mouth, nor the way she held her body so tightly against her own, stiff nipples brushing over his smooth chest as her soft boobs pressed into him. He didn't understand why she was kissing him like this. She hated him, didn't she?

"Ah...fuck..." She breathed as she broke the kiss, but she was still holding him tight, her hands clasping him firmly by the waist as her hot, gasping breaths tingled on the skin of his cheeks. "I've been wanting to do that since the first night when we took the castle, since I first saw you even." Marcus gasped in shock, his eyes fluttering open. He found her staring at him, her burned face hovering right in front of his own.

"You...wanted to?" He stammered. "Even then?"

"Why so surprised?" Lyra smirked. "You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen. I hated you so much, but fuck if I didn't want you anyway. Why do you think I made you strip? I wanted to see the goods." Marcus felt his cheeks burn as he blushed hotter. He hadn't even considered it much...he'd been way too scared that night, but he'd just assumed she'd done it because she wanted to embarrass and humiliate him. He whimpered softly as her hands slid down to his butt, callused fingers sinking into his soft flesh as she groped and squeezed his tender cheeks. Her good eye simmered as she stared at him, drinking in his every reaction. Marcus shivered in her grasp. The way she was grabbing him wasn't quite painful, nothing she'd done so far had been that, but the way her cruel hands cupped and kneaded his poor butt possessively made him want to squirm away and hide. Somehow though, the forceful groping of his naked flesh with firm fingers was also stirring a hot tingling in his soft, twitching dick and a fluttery feeling in his belly, the knowledge that she was somehow arousing him leaving him even more worried and confused. "And now I can have you, all I want. Kneel, boy." She growled roughly, leaning in to breathe the words right into his ear.

Marcus knew he couldn't disobey and reminded himself of what was at stake, the money she was going to pay him that would someday free him from all this. Soon it would be over, and he'd run away with Jack to live together just like the handsome older man had promised. Now that he knew his parents were safe after all that dream was all the more important. He could go find them with his lover, and...just get away from all this. Once his mother and father heard how much Jack had helped him, they definitely wouldn't mind that he'd been a rebel! So, for now, the young prince knew he didn't have a choice but to please Lyra and do everything she wanted, make her as happy with him as he could. As she let him go at last, Marcus lowered himself down, awkwardly kneeling on the carpeted floor at her feet.

He stared up at the fearsome woman with large, anxious eyes, watching nervously as she reached for her trousers and yanked them down, stepping out of the last of her clothing and standing over him naked. The burns continued down her flank, running over her left leg as well, the...one she limped on, he realized. She was glaring down at him, as if expecting him to shrink away or scream at the sight of her scarred body, but the young prince just knelt there, raising his head slightly to make it easier for her. He knew what she'd want from him, and if Juliet's reactions were anything to go by, he could at least please a woman this way.

With a scoff, Lyra stepped forward, planting her legs right beside his kneeling body, cords of muscle standing out in her calves and thighs. Marcus swallowed as he found himself staring right at her pussy, wet and flushed, her arousal unmistakable. She really did...like him then, or at least she found him attractive as she'd said. Somehow that made him feel a little better, and he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue as she lowered herself over his face. His tongue found her glistening slit, tracing gently over the hot flesh. The taste of her sent shivers down his spine, making his stiffening dick ache, but even as he licked her and listened to her hoarse moans the young prince reminded himself this was only happening because she'd **** him to. Jack was his real lover, and sucking the older man's cock was always going to be way better than this! Thoughts of his handsome lover made the young prince flush, and just like that his licking of Lyra's pussy grew rather more frantic as he reminded himself the quicker he pleased her the quicker she'd let him go to find Jack. His tongue slid between the folds of hot flesh, and he heard her breaths quicken.

"Fuck, that's good, I can start to see why Juliet likes you so much." She murmured above him, the words tingling in his ears. Suddenly one of her hands was on the back of his head, pushing him up between her muscled thighs. Marcus gasped into her pussy as he was squashed against her skin, but he quickly continued his task, his tongue diving fervently into the warm wetness of her slit. It didn't matter what she did to him, he just had to please her and this would be over sooner. "The former prince, precious son of the king...now my pretty whore eating me out, if that isn't justice then what is..." Lyra was snarling now, as she bucked his hips against his face, rubbing her pussy all over his lips and chin, smearing him with her musky juices. The vicious triumph in her voice made him shudder. What was this really about for her? Offering up to her soldiers to be used like a prostitute...like her own mother had been, and now paying for him herself. Was it just **** against his father or something more? "Get that tongue back inside me, you little slut!" Lyra growled and Marcus hurriedly focused on his task. Just please her, he told himself again, get this over with. Even so, as his tongue slid back inside her pussy he could feel his own dick throbbing and twitching between his legs, stiff and eager no matter how nervous he felt.

The more he licked her, the firmer her grip on the back of his head grew, until she was almost smothering him between her legs, until he could hardly breathe, but he never stopped pleasuring her. The taste of her arousal tingled on his tongue and sent desire flooding through his chest and belly, his dick aching between his soft, trembling thighs. The young prince hardly even noticed, but he was bucking up on his knees into her, letting her grind against him even harder as she eked out her pleasure. Her muscled legs tightened round his head, holding him firmly in place. All he could do was lick her, so that was all he focused on, his tongue frantically diving deep inside her clenching pussy as he nuzzled into her. He felt her start to tremble, her hoarse breaths coming quicker and faster above him, mixed with low grunts and moans. Knowing he was pleasing her made Marcus try even harder, determined now to bring this fearsome woman to climax. Giving Juliet orgasms had made her happy with him, Lyra would be the same, right? If he just pleasured her like this, she wouldn't hurt him!

His tongue darted up to find the little nub of flesh between her glistening folds, and he licked deftly at that spot, feeling the shudders his tender attention sent through her and the floods of musky juices leaking onto his chin as he lapped at her. She was close now, and he **** his aching tongue and jaw to work even harder.

"Ah...fuck, that's good!" She squealed shrilly. "Yes you little royal whore, that's it!" Marcus yelped in muffled shock as her thighs tightened around his head, squeezing him between them and trapping him helplessly against her pelvis. Suddenly her pussy clenched around his tongue, a shriek of pleasure bursting from her lips above him. Clear juices sprayed from her slit, spattering over his cheeks and filling his mouth. Marcus swallowed frantically, drinking down every drop he could, the throbbing of his stiff erection driving him to just keep pleasing this fearsome, demanding woman until she was happy with him.

At last, she let out a long, hoarse sigh and slumped forward. Her legs eased open and Marcus wriggled back out from between them, gasping for air. He was a little dizzy after being squashed in there so long, and it took him a few moments to clear his head and think properly again. Resting awkwardly back on his haunches, the young prince raised his head, his bleary gaze flickering over the scarred, toned body of the panting woman standing over him. Lyra was flushed and trembling, moaning softly between panting breaths. Every now and then little shivers would run down her body, her muscles tensing. Marcus blushed hotter, his stiff dick aching as he stared up at the fearsome woman who'd used him like a toy. She...didn't look so scary now, even with that scar. He relaxed, settling on his knees to wait. She was going to be nicer to him now, right? He'd made her feel good so she'd stop being so mean, that was how it worked. Despite everything, the young prince was almost looking forward to that. He'd been scared of Juliet too, but when she'd gently ridden him and stroked his body afterward, it had felt kind of nice, if nowhere near as good as having sex with Jack had been. He watched as Lyra stirred above him, taking in a shuddering breath. She reached out a hand toward him, and Marcus raised his head once again, ready to pleasure this fearsome woman and make her happy.

"Not so fast, you're not getting off that easy." Lyra growled like an angry bear, grabbing him firmly by the hair. The young prince gasped in pain and shock as she twisted her hand, yanking on his scalp and lifting his head up to look at her. Her face was flushed, her one good eye gleaming wickedly as she glared down at him. He whimpered at the shock of pain, tears blurring his vision. Why wasn't she happy yet? "I'm nowhere near done with you, little whore." Lyra leaned over him, her lips curled into a cold grin. "We're just getting started."