Tender comfort from Kihara turns to more

Marcus moaned softly into Kihara's wet lips. His whole body felt warm and blissful, and even the sharp aching of his poor, freshly-spanked butt had faded into something easily ignored. He sat on her lap in a shady spot beside the pool, her muscled arms wrapped around his slender shoulders and her tongue tenderly pressing down on his own. The young prince trembled like a leaf, the flood of feelings flowing through his young body almost impossible to bear. Each kiss tasted so much sweeter now. The beautiful, amazing, kind woman he adored had taken him firmly in hand and taught him that she cared for him, that she wasn't going to abandon him just because he was a burden. Somehow, when he was acting all stroppy and miserable, she'd known a spanking was just what he needed. That he'd somehow thought she was going to just leave him behind felt even stupider now, but, just like she'd promised, the awful sickly guilt had vanished as soon as he'd been properly punished.

Over her shoulder, the tent beckoned, the open canvas entrance an invitation he was hoping very much she'd take. He'd set it all up by himself as soon as he felt able after his spanking, something that still gave him a little flush of warm pride. Of course she'd offered to help him, but he'd been determined to do it for himself, to prove that she could still trust him after all that mess he'd caused. It had been rather hard, with his aching butt to distract him, but when he'd finally tied the last rope and everything had stayed together this time, he'd wanted to jump for joy. After failing once, to get it right had just been a rush like no other, all the better because he knew he was doing it for the woman he just adored. She'd set him straight, just like she'd promised him, and now he was able to do right because of her.

Kihara had been watching the whole time, and when she patted his head, smiled down at him and told him he'd done well, he'd almost started crying again out of sheer relief. She'd let him sit in her lap again for dinner, as evening fell and the baking heat of the day faded. Of course his bruised butt had been rather sore, settled as it was on her muscled thighs, but he wouldn't have traded the chance to feel her body against his for anything in the world! Now, with the food eaten and their bowls washed, she'd taken him in her arms and kissed him so tenderly he felt like his heart was going to break.

"I need you out of those clothes, right now." She growled, as she broke the kiss for just an instant before darting forward to cover his lips with her own again. Suddenly her hands were working open the buttons of his shirt. It was really hard to even think as she kissed him so fiercely, her lips and tongue claiming his own, telling him he was hers. Before he even knew it, he was half-naked and she was tugging his shorts back down over his still-tender butt. His anxious gaze flickered over the empty sand around them and he made a little questioning squeak into her lips. Weren't they outside still? "Don't worry your cute little head about anything." Kihara purred, drawing back a moment as she yanked the shorts all the way off, freeing his little dick, stiff and throbbing in the cool evening air. "There's no-one here. You can squeak as loud as you want. I just want to make you mine under the stars of my home, okay?" She was pulling his socks off too as she spoke, leaving him totally naked and settled in her lap.

"Okay." He nodded shyly, his cheeks flushing even hotter. The air was a little nippy on his bare skin, but the heat of the fire burning cheerily nearby made it not too bad. And as soon as she got naked too, he was sure she'd keep him warm too. She kissed him again, hot and hungry, while one of her hands darted down between his trembling legs to find his stiff dick. He moaned softly as she grabbed the head between two gentle fingers, stroking up and down the length. She seemed to know just how to do it now, her tender grip milking even more pleasure out of his achingly sensitive skin. Marcus squeaked and yelped into her lips each time her fingers gave his dick a soft little squeeze that sent waves of pleasure up into his aching belly. He couldn't help but notice again she was still clothed, while he was naked and **** in her lap, for her to play with all she wanted. The thought made him blush even hotter, his dick throbbing with need.

"Ah, the noises you make when I touch this little thing are so very cute." She murmured, kissing him fiercely between each word. Her fingers kept rubbing away, bring him closer and closer to climax. Marcus moaned softly, his hips bucking up into her teasing grip. His dick felt even harder now, swollen and throbbing in her gentle grip, his balls aching and hot. Her touch felt so very good, but just two fingers and her soft, tender stroking weren't quite enough. Whimpering with need, he stared at her with wet, **** eyes, begging for more. "The way you wriggle and squirm in my grip, so adorable. Such a naughty, **** boy who just can't help himself." He moaned softly in reply. Her words and teasing just made him even hotter, and those two gentle fingers never stopped stroking him for even a moment. "But you're my naughty boy, aren't you? Mine to do with as I please..."

"Yes Kihara." Marcus gasped, hardly able to speak. "I'm yours." He'd say anything she wanted, do anything she wanted, forever. Just hearing her say these things was making him feverish with lust. "Please..." She kissed him again before he could beg for more, her tongue hot and hungry as it licked away between his lips. He moaned into the kiss. The way she just took his lips like this, making him hers, it made his head so hot he could hardly think. And all the while her fingers just kept stroking, teasing up and down his aching dick. She'd slipped her hand under there too, and now his tight, swollen balls were resting on her palm. Another of her fingers rubbed across his pink sack, drawing a little yelp of shock as she tenderly caressed even that part of him. When she drew away again, his lips trembled, a little gasping whimper the only sound he could make.

"If I was just a little meaner, I think I'd keep you like this for a long time." She purred, low and rough, like a hungry tiger. "Whimpering and needy, **** for my touch. I'd tease you like this everyday until all you could think about was pleasing me, worshipping me, just to earn the chance to spurt from this cute little thing." Marcus gasped hotly at the thought. Part of him was just **** to cum all over her fingers and relieve this ache in his poor, swollen balls, no matter what, but the other half wondered just it would be like if she was that mean. If she just kept teasing him forever, holding him like this as a wriggling, needy plaything in her grip. Stroking him like this every day, teasing him, taking him so close to the edge but never quite enough to satisfy, then putting him back over her lap and spanking his naughty butt when he tried to beg for release. It should have been scary, but in this hot haze of lust he found the fantasy made him moan even hotter. "A shame I just can't resist that adorable face." Kihara sighed, then she fixed him with another hungry stare and continued sharply, her orders ringing in his ears. "I want you to cum for me now, little one."

Just like that her teasing fingers found the achingly sensitive head of his swollen dick and squeezed it lightly, while she rolled his balls in her palm. The young prince saw white for a moment, as a wave of pleasure seared up from his lower body. His legs were shaking, and his hips wriggling from side to side in her lap. Even the sharp shock of pain as the bruised skin of his tender butt rubbed across her muscled thighs only sent more hot tingles into his needy skin. The same hand that had spanked him when he was naughty now made him feel so very good he could hardly stand it. All he could think of was her, and the moment heat rushed up his stiff little shaft he knew he belonged to her more than ever.

"Oh, Kihara!" Marcus squealed shrilly, and suddenly he was spurting all over her groping fingers. She kept stroking him, tenderly milking out every drop as he moaned and wriggled just the way she said she liked. At last he was done, her dark fingers covered in pearly drops, and slumped into her chest with a little gasp. She held him there, rubbing his trembling back with one hand. He watched in wonder as she lifted the other to her lips and licked away his cum with her fluttering tongue.

"Delicious as always." She purred, lowering her head to give him another teasing smirk. "I think you enjoy it when I'm a little mean, you naughty boy."

"Yes." The young prince murmured shyly back. His cheeks burned as he remembered some of the things she'd said to him, but even now he felt his soft dick twitch again at the thought. She wouldn't really do those things, would she? Even if...he thought he might like it.

"That's good." She nodded. "I like teasing you too, little one. The way you wriggle and whimper, that tearful, pleading look you get in those adorable blue eyes, it just makes me so wet." Her voice turned to a sultry purr and Marcus felt his blush get even hotter. She was wet? Did that mean she wanted him? "That's right." She lent in close to his ear, her breaths hot on his tingling skin. "Now I need you to satisfy me." Her teeth closed tenderly around the lobe of his ear, and he shuddered at the white-hot sparks that sent crackling down his spine. Even her nibbling at his skin felt so good he could hardly stand it. He was breathing hard again as she drew back to stare at him, his skin tingling with anticipation. Though he'd just spurted all over her fingers, his little dick was already stiff once again, aching for her attention. He just couldn't wait to see what she did to him next.