Lyra takes the young prince like her whore

"Get up on the bed, little whore." Lyra sneered, tossing Marcus away with a flick of her wrist. The young prince yelped out as he just managed to catch himself on his hands, narrowly avoiding being sent sprawling over the floor. Helpless tears stung his eyes. He didn't understand. Why was she still being so awful to him? They'd had sex, hadn't they? And he'd pleased her, he'd done well, so how could she still be treating him this roughly? He glanced back at her, his eyes wide and pleading. "Don't look at me like that?" She snarled. "Just do as I say! You think all the whores your Father fucked dared disobey him?"

Marcus shook his head frantically and darted for the bed, his legs shivering as he awkwardly clambered up on top of the blankets. He fell in a heap on top of the soft fabric, squirming round to find Lyra again as icy fear of her displeasure clawed at his heart. The scarred woman loomed over the end of the bed, unclothed but not seeming to care in the slightest, where he felt the vulnerability of his nakedness even more as her one good eye traced over his bare skin, drinking in the sight of him as he lay there trembling on the sheets.

With a low growl, she turned and strode over to a chest beside the bed, bending over to fling it open. Marcus watched her, his heart in his mouth. Around the awful scars covering one side of her body, her muscles flexed and tensed under her smooth, creamy skin as she dug around in the chest for whatever she was looking for. Once again, the young prince found himself thinking how beautiful she would have been without the burns...and even still he felt his dick ache and throb between his legs as he stared at her. He was scared...frightened at any moment this woman was going to turn around and hurt him, so why...was he still hard as well?

"Ah, here it is." Lyra smirked with triumph, lifting something out of the chest. "Have a look at this, little whore." She held it out in her hand, and Marcus gasped in stunned surprise. Leather straps dangled from between her fingers, all connected to...a carved cock. It was shockingly realistic, with a flared head and even a few coiling veins running along the shaft. "You'll never guess where I found it, in your darling Mother's room." She chuckled with cold amusement. Marcus hardly heard her, his heart pounding in his ears as he stared in horror at the fake cock. "Wonder what our noble former Queen used it for, your Father didn't seem like the type to bottom. Not like you." She sneered as she stepped into the leather straps and pulled the strange thing up to her hips, fastening them tightly. The ivory cock jutted out from between her thighs menacingly, pointing right at him like an arrow. "Don't look so shocked now. You're a whore, remember? And whores get fucked. Plus, after hearing all those naughty things you got up to with Jack, I felt like giving it a try for myself." She grinned down at him, looming over the end of the bed. The young prince's anxious gaze was fixed on that cock. She was going to...put that thing inside him? His heart pounded at the thought. It wasn't as...big as Jack's admittedly, but...his handsome lover had been so kind and gentle with him that blissful night. Lyra would show him no such care.

"Please...no..." He stammered helplessly, staring up at her with tears glistening in his eyes. "I'll do whatever you want...just not that."

"I've paid for you, little whore." Lyra shook her head, climbing up onto the end of the bed. Kneeling there, she glared down at him with icy hunger in her one good eye, her unscarred skin flushed as she panted hotly. "That means you're mine to use as I please, and right now I want to shove this cock right up that tight royal ass of yours and watch you squeal. Now roll over and get up on all fours!" She snarled. Too frightened to disobey, Marcus hurriedly wriggled onto his belly and lifted himself up on hands and knees. He'd never felt more ****, with his poor butt presented to this scary woman for her to do with as she wanted. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched with wide, nervous eyes as she lifted a small bottle and poured it over the cock, slathering the ivory in glistening oil. She tossed the empty bottle away, then grabbed the glistening shaft by the base and shuffled up behind him on her knees. "Fuck...look at you..." She purred, breathing hard. Marcus yelped out as her hand landed on his butt, callused fingers digging firmly into the soft flesh of his cheek. "So smooth and perfect..." She moaned. "You could almost be a very pretty girl, but for this cute thing..." Her hand slid down, fingers finding his soft little dick and taking it in a rather firm grip. She stroked along his length, tugging and squeezing. The young prince trembled like a leaf, terrified of her hurting him. "You'd be hard right now if I was Jack, wouldn't you?" She murmured hoarsely, her eye lighting up with lust at the thought. "Hard and begging for it."

"Please...don't..." Marcus whimpered. Bad enough she was going to **** him like this no matter what he wanted, but did she have to talk about his lover as well?

"Beg all you want, little whore." Lyra snarled, letting his dick go at last. "It didn't stop your Father, and it's not going to stop me." With a low growl, she grabbed him firmly by the hips and thrust her pelvis forward. Marcus gasped as he felt the slick ivory slide between his butt cheeks and press firmly against his poor, clenched hole. The young prince whimpered, frozen in place on all fours. He knew he should just relax and get it over with, but the thought of her putting that thing inside him was just too frightening. Marcus felt a sharp, stretching pain that brought tears to his eyes and a shrill squeal from his lips, but Lyra showed no mercy, driving her cock forwards with a grunt of effort no matter how much he tried to keep it out of him. Then, suddenly, the slick ivory head popped inside him.

Marcus yelped hoarsely at the sudden invasion, his arms giving way underneath him so that he fell head-first into the pillows, only Lyra's firm grip on his hips keeping his butt in the air. He could feel that hard lump inside him, stretching out his hole and pressing inside him. It was still a bit painful, but worse was the tingling heat inside his belly, the same pleasure he'd felt when Jack had done this with his real cock. It made his skin prickle, and he felt a stirring in his treacherous little dick as it started to stiffen. The young prince whimpered uncertainly, burying his flushed face in the pillows.

Behind him, the scarred woman's fingers dug painfully into his soft hips, and she started working her cock deeper with sharp, powerful thrusts that drove the air from his lungs. She worked his insides open, forcing her way inside him. Unlike Jack, she didn't ask him if he was okay or take her time of it, she just punched that lump of ivory into his poor butt without a care, growling and snarling like some wild animal. It was nothing the same, Marcus told himself as he bit helplessly down on the pillow under his face, struggling to control himself with the dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure Lyra's savage use of his poor butt was stirring inside him. Doing this with Jack had been nice and romantic, a special moment where he'd offered himself to his handsome older lover. Lyra was just **** him!

Suddenly he felt her lean forward over him, still thrusting that lump of oiled ivory deeper into his butt. Her hips slammed into his butt with a sharp crack, and he knew she was hilted, his own little dick shamefully stiff between his quivering legs. It didn't feel anywhere near as good as Jack's cock had, Marcus reminded himself, but...he still felt that familiar tingling ache in his balls as the fake toy pressed against that strange place inside him that could make him cum without even touching himself. He didn't want to...he didn't want to give her the satisfaction, but if she kept at this much longer he wouldn't have much choice.

"Fuck...I wish I had a real cock right now." Lyra murmured hoarsely above him, her voice hot in his ear. "Can't even imagine how good this tight royal ass must have felt for Jack. Guess I'll just have to make do by fucking you even harder." She rested on his back, her weight pressing him down into the bed. Marcus felt his legs just give way as she stopped holding them up, and suddenly he was lying splayed out flat over the covers, her warm, muscled body on top of him and her cock still buried in his clenching, quivering butt.

He gasped as she suddenly drew her hips back, sliding almost the entire length of the toy out of him and leaving his hole aching and empty. Then she slammed back down, her hard, muscled hips cracking against his soft butt as she skewered him to the hilt of her ivory cock. A strangled yelp escaped his lips as what felt like every drop of air inside his lungs was **** out. Before he could breathe or recover, she did it again, using her muscled thighs to firmly thrust that hard cock in and out of him without a moment's pause. There was still pain, but the hot pleasure she was forcing from him swelled up to replace it. Marcus bit down even harder on the pillows, his hands gripping at the sheets. He couldn't...breath, couldn't do anything but lie here helplessly while she used him all she pleased.

"That's it, you little whore!" She snarled, anger and lust swirling in her voice. "Take it all, take it deep!" The pressure inside him built and built, leaving him mewling and quivering underneath her powerful, merciless thrusts. Every inch of that hard ivory cock drove into his clenching hole, leaving him stuffed. And suddenly he was spurting, his stiff cock dribbling cum over the sheets underneath him. It was too much...the thought that she'd made him cum while being so terrible to him, after he'd tried so hard to please her and make her happy. This woman who'd taken everything from him, who he was scared at any moment would have him locked away or worse. And she'd still made him cum like this. Marcus let out a hoarse wail of despair, tears dribbling down his cheeks.

"Jack..." He sobbed, lost in shame and terror, just wanting his handsome older lover here to hold him tight and tell him it was okay. "Jack...please...!"Above him, Lyra paused, her weight still resting on his back and her ivory cock still buried inside his butt.