She makes Marcus wait for his reward

Marcus swallowed the last mouthful of stew Kihara lifted to his lips. As she set the bowl down to one side, he lent back again into her body, turning his head to nuzzle his cheek against her soft boobs. She smiled down at him, her dark eyes sparkling. He was really glad she seemed to be feeling better now. As he lay there, she reached up a hand and gently started stroking his hair again, running her fingers through the silky strands.

It felt really nice, and Marcus relaxed into her body with a sigh. The crackling of the fire and the slow, even sound of her breaths filled his ears as he stared shyly up at her gorgeous face through long lashes. He could still hardly believe how lucky he'd been that she'd been there to save him last night. It made his chest feel all warm and full. His brave lady knight, just like he'd always dreamed of.

While her hand kept rubbing at his forehead, he felt the other drifting teasingly down his body, first skating over his chest, then gripping his side softly for a moment. He took in a sharp breath as she reached even lower, her hand darting under his shirt for a moment to pat his soft belly. Then she moved further down, rubbing at the bare sliver of pale thigh between his shorts and long socks. Her teasing caress on his skin made him wriggle against her, heat flooding to his cheeks. With just that brief touch, he felt his dick tingle and ache, pressing against the front of his shorts.

It was a little embarrassing, how helpless he was against her touch. Already he was flushed and breathing harder, his hips bucking a little every time her stroking palm drifted up his thigh. His dick was really hard, and he just couldn't stop himself from nuzzling even closer against her boobs, drinking in the sweet smell of her coffee-colored skin. She was playing his poor body effortlessly, making him more aroused than he'd ever been before he'd met her with just a few gentle strokes of his thigh. He breathed in sharply as he felt her hand drift further up, teasing closer and closer to his tingling dick. Was she going to touch him there? He couldn't wait, even though he felt like he might spurt the second she did.

"I see you are almost ready for your reward, little one." Kihara chuckled, her teasing laughter making him blush even hotter. He nodded shyly against her boobs. "Clean up first." She purred, her hand slipping off his trembling thigh, leaving him moaning in soft disappointment. "You can wash off these bowls and the pot with some of the water and a cloth from my things. Make sure you scrub everything nice and hard." The young prince pouted faintly, his head swimming in a haze of lust. Why was she talking about boring things like that when his poor dick was aching so much he could hardly stand it?

"Please..." He murmured, rubbing his cheek on her soft boobs. "Can't we...do something else?" He wiggled his butt against her hips, enjoying the feeling of her muscles through the thin robe. She liked him too, right? Then him sitting here in her lap must have her feeling a little naughty. Maybe he could use that to make her forget about boring stuff like dirty bowls and get to his reward instead. Then her hand grabbed his shoulder tight and she yanked him against her, making him squeak in surprise.

"You do your chores first." She purred in his ear, sounding a little scary in ways that sent fluttering tingles across his skin. "I want you to always do as I tell you, little one. If you keep being naughty, I'm going to have to bend you over my knee, pull down those cute shorts and teach you to behave yourself with a good, hard spanking on that adorable bare bottom of yours."

With a sharp squeal of shock, Marcus leapt off her lap, his legs shaking as he stood above her. Did she just...say she was going to spank him? On the bare butt? Blushing furiously at the thought, he glanced down at Kihara. She was smirking up at him, her dark eyes glinting. As he watched, she pointed sharply at the dirty bowls and clicked her teeth. Marcus hurried to obey her, his head spinning. He could feel her gaze on her as he crouched down to gather up everything he'd need. She wouldn't really spank him would she? Just because he was a little bratty and didn't do as she said.

As he wet the cloth and scrubbed hurriedly at the dirty bowls he still couldn't stop himself from imagining what it would be like. The strong, beautiful woman grabbing his helpless body and pinning him firmly in her lap. He'd plead and wriggle helplessly, but she'd be merciless, reaching down to yank off his shorts and bare his poor, quivering butt. Then she'd start to smack him, landing swat after swat with her cruel palm on every inch of soft, **** flesh. No matter how much he sobbed and kicked and squealed, she'd just keep going until he was good and sorry and ready to do exactly as she told him.

Marcus bit his lip, his cheeks burning and his dick throbbing even hotter between his legs. This was so weird! Why was he starting to feel like he almost wanted her to do that? He couldn't help but dream of teasing her again, acting a little bratty and naughty until she got all mad and couldn't stop herself from punishing him like he deserved. Eager for the distraction, he tried to focus on his work, scrubbing stew from the pot. It was kind of hard work, scouring off every stain, but because he knew he was doing it for Kihara that made it easy to keep going. Of course there was still that naughty temptation to just throw away the pot and dare her to make him finish his chores, but he wasn't quite that brave.

At last, the bowls and pot both looked clean. He set them down along with the dirty cloth, then washed his hands with some more of the water. When he was done, he raised his head to stare nervously at Kihara. She rose to her feet and stepped over, then crouched down to look closer at the bowls. His heart in his mouth, the young prince watched her lift each in turn and turn it in her hands. Would she really spank him if he hadn't done a good enough job?

"Not too bad. I think I can accept these." She said finally, putting the bowls back down with her other stuff. Marcus let out a sigh of relief, even if part of him was somehow a little disappointed. "Come here, little one." She rose to her feet, holding out her arms. The young prince scampered to her, letting her hug him close against her body. Her muscled arms wrapped him up tight, one of her hands on his waist. "See?" She purred, patting his butt firmly through the tight shorts. Each soft smack sent a little shock through his tender flesh, a warm flush of needy lust filling him up. "Isn't it better when you just do as I say?"

Marcus nodded into her boobs. All this teasing was really making it hard to focus on anything but his poor, aching dick. Suddenly she bent down a little and grabbed him firmly, lifting him up against her chest. One of her hands held his back, while the other slipped under his legs to support him, holding the weight of his slender body so easily it made his head spin.

"Kihara!" He gasped as she pulled him tight into her strong body, his arms wrapped round her neck. He felt like he was never going to get used to just how strong she was. It made his head spin every time.

"Such a pretty prize to carry into my tent." She smirked at him. Her coffee-colored cheeks were faintly flushed, and he could see arousal burning in his dark eyes. It made him smile shyly back, even as his hips wriggled in her grip with every throbbing ache of his poor dick. Holding him against her, she stepped over to the entrance of the tent and crouched down to duck them both inside. "Time for your reward." She purred as she carried him through the canvas door.