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The Prince knelt on the bearskin rug before the throne of the Warrior-Princess. His father’s folly had gotten them into this war, now with his father gone at last he had hoped to make peace. Alas the Warrior-Princess was no novice at negotiation and shot down every proposal for equal terms on the basis that she was winning. Finally out of options he knelt before her saying “Please my lady, I beg thee of mercy and offer surrender”
The Warrior-Princess before him smiled and spoke one word as a question “unconditional?” He asked “What of my people’s independence?” she waved her hand “I will allow it, your nation will become a vassal but in essence it will remain as it is, your armies will disband instead your people will pay tax to us for protection.”
He shifted into a more comfortable posture “Thank You My Lady we accept these terms” she smirked a toothy grin, picked up a knife impaled a chunk of roasted meat on it from a plate then asked him a question “How is it the kitten thought it could defeat the wolf?”
“Pardon My Lady?” He said surprised. She continued “That sigil you wear, it is your peoples symbol?” He stuttered as he answered embarrassed “n-no my lady this one is mine own.”
His sigil which he wore as a lapel pin upon his cotton tunic was a silver cat with two minuscule emeralds for eyes.
She brought the knife to her lips and expertly bit the meat off it without so much as nicking herself before continuing. “Our peoples symbol is the wolf, we believe that a persons symbol is tied to their nature, to their very soul, and here you are a lone kitten surrounded by hungry wolves.”
She was toying with him he knew. He had been warned by his advisors before he set out that there were likely to be jabs and humiliations. He swallowed his pride and stated with a shaky voice that belied his confidence “We have come to terms, you are honourable. I do not believe I am in danger.”
She laughed haughtily replying “We came to terms for your people. Your personal surrender I recall was unconditional yes?” He realised he had a decision to make now. He could try to weasel out of it but if he did not honour his words even if she had twisted them she may shut the entire deal down. “Yes My Lady” he said dejected sealing his fate.
She put the knife down and stood, clapping her hands together announcing “Great, then it is settled. I have decided you will be my guest for a while, I will not have it said that I do not feed my guests well. Come” she gestured for him to sit on the throne that was now vacant. He got to his feet and slowly, cautiously moved towards her.
She sensed his hesitation and spoke more gently dropping the regal tone now the negotiation was over. “Come little Prince I don’t bite…unless you want me to.” She knew even as she said it that she was crossing a line. This was not how negotiations usually ended but earlier when she saw him kneeling, eyes downcast, begging for mercy it had awakened the Wolf in her and now it wanted to play.
He blushed red mumbling under his breath about how nobody had called him “little Prince” since he was a child. In truth he could not deny the warm feelings it conjured in him, it made him feel small, cared for, vulnerable in a delectable way. Her comment on biting him almost made him shiver causing a stirring in his loins that he suppressed. He sat down on the throne unsure what to do next. She reached out with her knife again picking up another piece of roasted meat bringing it forward to his mouth.
He brought his hand up moving to take the knife saying as he did “My Lady, there is no need. I can feed myself” yet she paid no heed dismissing him thusly “No doubt you can little Prince, but I am all alone here, our hostilities have just ended, you do not expect me to hand you a knife?” He knew it was a ruse from her wolfish grin but he could not find the words to argue so he simply shook his head then opened his mouth acquiescing to being fed.
As he accepted the piece of meat into his mouth he made sure not to cut himself on the knifes sharp edge. When the taste registered he closed his eyes letting out an “Mmmmhhh” it was quite simply the best he’d ever tasted. As she fed him another piece she told him how roasted meats were her people’s specialty. He awaited a third piece but when he opened his eyes she was merely looking at him in a way that made him feel naked. He blushed red again.
She licked her lips at the sight of him after the second piece, that sound he made when he enjoyed the food planted in her mind the need to see what other sounds he could make. The way he closed his eyes, his facial expressions all of it threatened to drive her into a lust filled frenzy. A plan out of nowhere came to mind one that would allow her to make him a snack for the special hunger that raged within her.
“Aww, I think he likes it” she said. Her voice took on a softer sultry tone as she spoke to him directly this time “Do you want more, Kitten?” When she called him kitten he felt an exquisite pleasure on an emotional level that was far more intense than the warmth he felt when she called him “little Prince”.
She watched him shift in his seat clearly trying to hide the stirrings of arousal that had begun between his legs. She licked her lips again unconsciously as she waited for him to respond. “Yes, My Lady” his breath caught in his throat so he cleared his throat and spoke up again louder, more confident, more composed. “Yes, My Lady.”
She put the knife down and spoke “It is awkward tending to you like this, come” she said gesturing for him to stand up. When he did so she moved behind him quickly, grabbed him by the waist then swiftly pulled him backwards and downwards onto her lap. She wrapped her arms around his midriff pulling him further back into her until her bust was pressed against his back.
Taken completely by surprise the Prince began to stutter babbling incoherently “I, My Lady, I, this is” his face was as red as a tomato, he squirmed a little testing her grip but he was held too tightly. She whispered into his ear eager to calm him “Shhhh Kitten, it’s okay. If you don’t like this, truly, reach for the knife and we can end this little game. Your peoples independence I guarantee is safe under the terms we agreed regardless.” He felt her breath across his neck and ear as she spoke, the sensation causing him goosebumps. He froze completely when he registered the word “Kitten” again. It made him feel like he’d melt into a thousand happy droplets just from that one word.
His heart was racing and his male organ was like steel beneath his breeches. His eyes darted around until he located the knife. While it was at a distance it was not so far that he couldn’t reach it even restrained as he was. She noticed him looking at it, he reached his hand out tentatively but then pulled it back making his decision. She whispered to him again “are you sure little Prince?” He took a breath then nodded his ascent. Despite feeling shy and vulnerable he felt desire like never before, desire he knew only she and her wolfish ways could resolve.
After making his decision the next thing he noticed was the true size difference between them. She was not just taller than him she was broader and bulkier, clearly much stronger with a frame that allowed him to fit into her lap like a puzzle piece. His realisation of this was interrupted as one of her hands unwound itself from his waist snaking under his tunic crawling upwards.
She heard him moan out in surprise as her hand played along the flesh of his chest, stroking with her palm left to right combing into the soft hair he had there. Occasionally lingering over his nipples causing them to harden. She breathed into his ear making him shiver in delight “Mmmh little kitten, such nice soft fur you have” she kept running her hands through his chest hair accentuating the point. She revelled in the way he arched into her touch and couldn’t resist moving her other hand to his back where she traced first a single finger then her whole hand up and down his spine.
The young prince was beyond euphoria being caressed from both the front and back. His moans turned to whimpers then to mewls. His head was thrown back resting against her. His eyes were closed and his manhood throbbed begging for stimulation.
As he breathed deep focusing on the sensations he eventually noticed that her hands had stopped their ministrations remaining static upon his skin. He opened his eyes and let out a deep desperate sigh of need. She heard it and laughed as she spoke into his ear. “Something wrong, Kitten?” He opened his mouth to speak but struggled to get words out. She again verbally teased enjoying the way he was too flustered to talk “Come on little Prince, use your words. I know you know how.”
The Prince took another deep breath steadying himself, he gathered his thoughts then gave voice to them his tone dripping with desperation. “Please don’t stop My Lady?” he asked turning his head back as much as he could to look up at her with pleading eyes. Gone was the composed proud heir to a great nation in its place was a whimpering embodiment of desire that she could play like an instrument.
She felt her own arousal peak at this point but she was not yet ready to satiate herself. She removed her hands from beneath his tunic turned him on her lap so he was facing her. She took his chin into her hand lifting his face up to gaze through his eyes into his very soul, she spoke authoritatively. “You will stand and reveal yourself to me” pulling at his tunic as she did so to convey her intent. She watched as he shakily got to his feet.
With shaky hands he fumbled with the buttons on his tunic, his attempt was clumsy and he struggled. In this state he felt helpless to do anything so looked up at her pleadingly. She took mercy on him though did not let the opportunity to tease go to waste “tsk such a clumsy little Kitten. Whats the matter boy? Too nervous in front of the big bad Wolf?” her words were like ambrosia to his heart strange butterflies played in his stomach and he felt naught but need. Need for her affection, her attention, her touch.
She stood picking up the knife as she stalked towards her prey. When she was close she grabbed him by the throat “Stay still kitten, I wouldn’t want to nick you” she firmly pressed the edge of the knife against the fabric of his tunic then swiftly sliced downwards. The fabric ripped coming apart but still it hung from his shoulders hiding most of his form. She went back to her throne sitting on it licking her lips. “Now boy, I trust you can do the rest?”
Too nervous to talk he merely nodded as he slowly, nervously pulled the tunic off revealing his entire upper body to her gaze. She leered at him openly making no effort to hide her desire. She saw how his breeches were tented at the front by his manhood and her smile widened. Her voice came sweetly “Well done kitten, Good boy” the words like electric had an immediate effect he closed his eyes moaning out. She watched enraptured as the tent in his breeches shifted, his cock throbbed and a small wet patch began to form. She wondered if he had cum but soon realised from the fact he was still hard that it was just pre-cum.
When he realised where she was looking he flushed red in bashfulness, this time the blush was visible from below his neck all the way to his cheeks. His embarrassment intoxicated her and she decided she wanted a show. “Kitten, it’s ok, touch yourself for me” understanding her meaning he ran his hands over his body clumsily at first but as the pleasure at his own touch grew he found a rhythm.
With one hand he alternated between palming across one nipple then the other combing through his soft chest hair mimicking how she played with him earlier. With the other he trailed it downwards going almost into his breeches and then back up again. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. The next time he approached downwards she stopped him “Not there yet, baby boy.” again her words drove his passion as the butterflies in his stomach surged making him cry out in a whimper. The wet spot where his breeches tented outward got a little bigger.
Finally she was ready to move him on “Come little Prince, I believe it’s time to finish what I started, take off those and show me the rest of you.” This time spurned on by his desperation he was able to take off his breeches. Now standing naked before her some of his shyness returned and he looked down away from her. She admired his whole body now. “Eyes up, boy” she admonished him and he met her gaze once more.
She twirled her finger ordering him to spin around. He did so, yet again she found herself licking her lips as she stared taking in his nude, vulnerable form. His body was neither slim nor bulky but somewhere in between. A soft blanket of dark hair covered not just his chest but his arms and legs too all the way to his wrists and ankles. The backs of his hands and tops of his feet had a smaller more fine layer of hair. It was concentrated most of all on his chest around his nipples and above his cock too which stood out proud, throbbing, his tip leaking causing stains on the rug below.
She let out a growl, her desire threatening to take over the composure she had maintained so far. “You really are a Kitten with all that soft fur aren’t you boy?” He nodded his head then softly added “Yes, My Lady.” She grabbed the knife which she had placed to the side and began cutting into her gown until she could rip it off in one pull. “You’ve really got the Wolfs attention now little Prince” her voice was deeper than before, the tone both excited and intimidated him.
She made a “come hither” gesture at him watching hungrily as he complied. When he was close she pointed downwards telling him to kneel. She sat on the edge of the throne and spread her legs. Then looking down at him as he knelt she gestured to her womanhood. “Service me, boy!” were her words. He obeyed without question.
He kissed her inner thighs on each side, then went upwards kissing the area just below her belly button slowly he travelled back down going back to her thighs, this time his kisses became licks as he inched ever closer to her wetness. She grew impatient with his tentativeness. Reaching down she gripped a fistful of his hair using it as a handle to force his tongue where she desired. He lapped eagerly. Recalling the bawdy talk of his palace guards he began to draw the alphabet out with his tongue. He lost all control when her other hand came down to grip the back of his neck. She pulled his head back and forth driving herself to climax against his tongue. Her hips bucked causing her womanhood to wipe against his face covering him in her release.
As the climax ravaged her body her grip was so tight it almost hurt. Her voice was a mix of growls and deep guttural moans. When she finally recovered she pulled him back from between her legs loosening her grip. The sight of his messy face, covered in her juices looking up with needy eyes, his cock still hard as ever with his balls pulled up tightly, almost sent her into a second climax. She instructed him to stand as she caught her breath “Good Kitten, I’ll have you trained in no time.” When he got to his feet She pulled him into her lap once more eager to toy with his body.
First she brought two of her fingers to his mouth pushing them inside turning and twisting them until there was nowhere untouched within. He sucked on them obediently until she pulled them out. Then with both her hands she roamed to and fro across his arms, up his shoulders then back down again. She went further rubbing down to his knees then back up lingering along the inside of his things delighting in the softness and texture of what she called affectionately his “fur.”
At her every touch he yipped and mewled leaning back into her. When he closed his eyes and threw his head back she began nipping and kissing at his neck and ears. She whispered to him all along. “So desperate aren’t you, little Prince? Don’t worry baby I’ve got you. I know exactly what a pent up Kitten like you needs” this drove him deeper into his crazed state. He began humping at the air whimpering loudly as he did so.
“Ah ah ah baby boy, no cumming yet, Kitten gets what he wants only when the big bad Wolf says so” she effortlessly shifted him in her lap so he was now sitting across her, this way she could see exactly the affects she was having on him. His brow was dripping with sweat, his eyes were wide and glassy his mouth was open making only unintelligible noises. “Mmm you look delicious Kitten. This Wolf is gonna take a bite” she leaned into his neck and bit down just hard enough to leave a mark. He cried out in torturous ecstasy as his hips bucked again.
As she came up from the bite she leaned in again licking him from the spot where she bit all the way up his face to his ear. Again he vocalised his need with pretty moans and cute whimpers. She took him by the back of the neck again pushing his mouth towards one of her breasts, he eagerly took it into his mouth licking and sucking. His moans still audible even with his mouth full.
Finally her roaming hands which had by now touched every part of him except what was between his legs made their journey down there. When she got to his patch of pubic hair she gripped at it and combed her fingers through it just as she had done on his chest. Feeling pity for him she didn’t linger too long instead going lower. With one hand she gripped his balls and with the other she took his aching throbbing cock making a fist around it and slowly began pumping up and down.
As soon as he felt her touch there his whole body stiffened in pleasure. He let out the loudest most strained moan so far, the sound causing her lust, which had simmered down, to rise up again. The noises he made and the look of him in this messy state were like fuel to its fire. With each pump of her fist he squirmed until his mouth was no longer latched to her breast. Instead he was leaned back, eyes closed, mouth hung open, his drool spilling down. He was beyond coherent thought mindlessly bucking his hips into each pump she gave.
Thinking that this position can’t be optimum for his comfort she shifted him again so his back was against her once more allowing him to rest his head back against her shoulder. She continued pumping his cock slow and steady. She released his balls moving her hand back up his chest to play with one of his nipples.
She leaned into his neck again kissing him there before moving onto his ear. She spoke directly into his ear whispering in a sultry tone “Come on Kitten, open your eyes” He looked back at her desperation writ all over his messy face. She considered making him beg verbally before noting that he was probably beyond coherency now. The look on his face, his whimpers and moans along with his wide eyes were all the begging she needed.
“I want you to keep looking at me when you cum ok baby boy?” she said to him. To her surprise he managed to cry out a reply “Yesssss My Lady” it was a strained and breathy sound. She sped up her manipulation of his manhood swiping her thumb across its head passing over the slit which was leaking profusely on every other pump. Again and again she did this going faster each time. Her voice urging him on. “That’s it baby, cum for me, good Kitten, good boy, cum for me, little Prince, show me your surrender.”
At her words it finally happened. His eyes shut but to his credit he immediately opened them again and gazed into hers. His mouth let out sounds of pleasure she had never heard from a man before. His entire body from his calves upwards raised up in an arch. His toes curled and his hands balled into fists as his organ spurted his seed again and again soiling her hand which never once stopped its pumping.
As the orgasm wrecked through him she moved the hand on his chest to his head hair stroking him tenderly as she coached him through it as if it was some great labour “That’s it Kitten, release for me, good boy, I’ve got you, you’re ok Little prince, you’re safe, good boy” her words continued until he slumped down against her completely spent. Finally he closed his eyes as a great fatigue overcame him.
She saw his eyes close but did not admonish him. Instead she leant down kissing him on his forehead repeatedly saying “Such a beautiful kitten you are, such a pretty boy. You did so well for me. Good boy.”
She finally let go of his cock which had now softened, wiping the last strands of cum from his tip onto her hand with the rest of it as he mewled from oversensitivity. She brought her hand up to her mouth consuming his release then bringing his face close to hers she kissed him deeply pushing her tongue into his mouth exploring him there once again. She felt her desire peaking once more and pulled off his mouth pausing only to bite down onto his bottom lip delighting in how he shuddered with pleasure even now while half asleep in her arms.
She internally chastised herself knowing he was too spent to be able to help her again, she picked him up in a bridal carry and moved over to the elevated pile of rugs that was her bed. She lay him down gently, kissing his forehead once more, saying “Rest well kitten, our time together is just beginning.”