She rides him nice and gently

"Lie back, little one." Kihara purred. Marcus obeyed, wriggling up to the head of the bed and then relaxing flat against the covers. His heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute, his skin tingling with anticipation. A reward she'd said, and judging by the hungry glint in her eyes it was going to be a naughty one! "I want to ride you." She murmured, her dark eyes fixed on his face. "Take your first time properly. Is that okay?"

"Yes, please!" The young prince nodded so frantically he hit his head against the pillows. There was no-one he'd rather lose his precious first time to!

"Eager, aren't we?" She chuckled roughly. "Good, I like honest boys." He watched, blushing furiously, as she stripped out of her tunic. Her body was amazing, every inch of her taut with muscle. His cheeks felt hot as his limp gaze drifted over her toned waist and then up to her boobs, tight and perfect, with darker nipples that made his mouth dry just to stare at. She grinned down at him, and he glanced away, embarrassed at getting caught ogling her even now. Kihara got up on the bed beside him and he shivered in delight when her hand found his stiff little dick again. Instead of just rubbing him again, she held it gently between two fingers and then swung her leg over him so that she was hovering right above it. Her wet pussy was right above his aching head, so close he could feel the heat coming off her flesh. Marcus froze, his eyes wide. Her free hand reached down to his face, cupping his cheek between gentle finger. "Look at me, little one. I want to see your face the moment I make you mine."

Marcus stared limply up at her for a moment that seemed to last a very long time. Then she slowly lowered herself down and he felt his stiff little dick slip inside her wet pussy. The young prince gasped in trembling pleasure at the amazing feeling. She was so hot and tight, he could feel her muscled pussy squeezing every inch of his sensitive dick. The pressure on his aching head felt so so good he shivered and almost came right then, barely managing to hold himself back by biting his lip.

Kihara seemed delighted by his reactions, her dark eyes shining with amusement as she stared down at him. She started moving, bouncing up and down on top of his dick, letting it glide in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Marcus could feel her muscles there working, squeezing him up and down the length of his shaft like she was trying to milk him dry. It all felt so good he could hardly think. His head got all hot and fuzzy and his chest swelled with an almost painful warmth towards this amazing, beautiful woman. She'd saved his life, carried him so gently out of danger and now she was making him feel more amazing than anything in his life before!

"I love you!" He squeaked frantically before he could stop himself. She just smiled down at him, then her hips wriggled from side to side, working her pussy back down his shaft while it squeezed so tight it was almost painful. The pressure was too much for his aching dick. Marcus trembled underneath her, his whole body flushing with warmth.

Heat flooded up his shaft and he squealed in delight as he felt his cock spurt again, inside her pussy this time. Her muscles squeezed his dick just long enough to milk every drop of cum from his throbbing dick and then he felt her relax and slump against his pelvis. He was still buried to the hilt in her warm, wet pussy, and he could feel his own sticky cum up there too.

He lay back against the bed, heart pounding in his chest. Remembering what he'd said in the middle made him blush furiously to his ears. Telling Kihara he loved her the day they'd met! How silly was that? Marcus peeked up at his savior through fluttering lashes, worried she might think he was really stupid. Instead, she was still sitting over him, a gentle smile on her face. She didn't even look at all tired from riding him like that. The young prince flinched under her, realizing he'd barely lasted a minute with how amazing her pussy had felt. How could he have satisfied her if he came so quickly?

"You...um, you didn't come this time?" He asked anxiously.

"No, little one." She shook her head. Marcus felt his face fall, very disappointed in himself. He'd gotten so excited and finished too quickly! Women hated that, and he wanted so desperately to impress her. "Don't look so pouty." She chuckled, reaching down to tweak his cheek between her fingers. "You already made me feel very good with your tongue. And I like watching you wriggle underneath me. Your pretty face is just so adorable when your cute little thing spurts." The young prince smiled, blushing shyly at the compliment. Maybe he shouldn't be quite so excited about her calling him or his dick cute like this. It wasn't very manly after all, but at the moment he found he didn't care. "I don't have to come every time." She continued, stroking his cheek. "Sometimes I enjoy making my partners feel good instead. When we do this again, I don't want you to feel all tense and anxious about pleasing me. Just let me take the lead and decide everything. Do you understand that, little one?"

"Yes, Kihara." Marcus nodded, grinning shyly at the good news. She wanted to do it again even! How lucky was he? She slipped her leg back over him and sat on the end of the bed, his cock slipping free of her pussy. It was drooping softly, glistening along the shaft with her wet juices. It felt good, seeing it like that. She'd made him hers just like she'd promised.

The young prince slumped back against the pillow, feeling very tired all of a sudden. This day had been rather too much for him. A flicker of worry intruded into the warm feelings filling him up as he remembered his parents, still trapped with his evil uncle. Only...there was nothing he could do for them now. He wanted to help them, but he was too small and weak to do anything. His Mother and Father were strong and smart. Hopefully they'd escape and get somewhere safe.

Kihara seemed to notice his worries, because she reached down a hand and started stroking his forehead. It was amazing how gentle she could be, her callused fingers brushing over his skin. This beautiful, strong woman who'd beaten four trained soldiers in seconds but had also held him in her arms like he was made of porcelain. Marcus knew he was safe with her, and as another wave of exhaustion swept over him his eyes fluttered shut.

"Sleep." He heard her purr above him. "Do not be worried. I will protect you, little one." Those words were the last thing he heard before he was carried away to a deep and soothing sleep.