Entwined and Enraptured Pt. 01

His rather sedentary life had of course led to some weight in spots, but that wasn't unattractive to her; in fact it held a fair bit of charm. She wondered though if she was going to have him exercise a bit more from now on. Perhaps some outings to the countryside together would be good for him.

She smiled at the thought.

She shifted her fingers and went from caressing him to scratching his side softly with her nails, forcing a high, vulnerable moan from the snared prince. She licked her lips, savoring every noise she forced out of him. She leaned in towards his neck, pressing her moist lips against him before touching him again; she kissed his neck deeply as he gave out another moan - this one even more intense. Her ears, now closer to him, picked up every tone of desperation in her sweet prince's voice.

She couldn't help but giggle softly; she bit his neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from the bound boy.

She barely realized in time that all of this was quickly bringing her towards a dangerous limit. She'd barely noticed her breathing get heavier; if she kept this on for much longer she didn't know if she could stop herself from having Kesh sprawled on his back on the floor while she took him completely. As tempting as that sounded, him walking out of this room covered in bruises and bite marks would most likely draw a bit too much attention to him for his own comfort. She swallowed, mentally welling the lust that threatened to throw away her sense of reason. Never before had she required this much fortitude.

There will be a time, Kala; she thought to herself patiently.

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Kesh wished he could beg, yet he was momentarily thankful for the spell holding his tongue in place for it kept him from saying things that he knew he'd be embarrassed about later. At this point he was already hers, yet he found himself in such a rut that whatever he had left he would bargain away for her to give him some relief. Yet all he could do was mumble and moan softly, his pleading glances noted by Kala who grinned further. She continued examining him with the air of a hunter who'd just caught a doe in her net.

Kesh fought his lust for a moment, gathering the will to glance away in defiance. A few seconds passed, and he heard Kala giggle; he flushed further at the thought that she found this token defiance amusing. And then, as if to break this habit and further push through the notion that he was completely at her mercy, he felt her hand over his crotch.

He could only gasp and breathe heavily in embarrassment, turning the reddest he had throughout all of this as his gaze returned towards her; just as she had expected him to, it seems as she tilted her head mockingly.

"You're not going anywhere Kesh," she cooed, staring into his eyes.

He felt his gaze snared by her, her will overpowering his; he couldn't pull his gaze away even as she massaged his crotch further, pulling out every desperate noise she wanted from him.

"That's a good boy, keep your eyes on me," she continued; she sounded pleased. "You're doing so well learning your place, I'm proud of you."

Her words plucked at Kesh's thoughts, a firm web settling over his psyche as the words bounced around his head without end.

Why did it feel so good to hear her say that? Why does it feel like I'd do anything to hear her say that again?

Kala noticed the bewilderment in his eyes. Goddess, he's perfect, she mused to herself.

She gently undid the buckle holding up his leggings, startling him; slowly she tugged at his undergarment, teasing him with slow repetitive motions. After she was satisfied with the way his eyes gave away the possibility that he was about to burst there and then she pulled his underwear to the side; his firmly erect member, now exposed through the fold of his leggings, poked out of his clothing.

He could see it slightly from the corner of his limited field of view, throbbing uncontrollably; he felt the moisture on its tip, a further betrayal by his body of all the things he couldn't say given his bindings.

"Unlike you it looks like this little prince wasn't scared at all," Kala giggled, running a finger down the shaft. The helpless Kesh groaned, his voice high and airy; his eyes rolled back slightly.

"He's not too bad, taller than I expected at least," she said playfully, prompting Kesh to look at her helplessly.

On top of all this she was taking jabs at his manhood as well? He wanted to whine, yet all he could do for now was look at her like a puppy left in the rain.

Kala laughed, further fanning Kesh's searing humiliation. And yet he throbbed down there with her laughter, somewhat aroused by her mocking.

"I had forgotten how red you castle dwellers turn," she smiled, caressing his face with one hand while the hand at his crotch twirled her tattooed index finger around the head of his shaft, wettened now by his clear release. "It's adorable."

She got up slowly, straightening herself such that her waist hovered in front of him, her hips just above eye level. Kesh eyed her tattooed arms and thick, tattooed thighs that emerged out from underneath the hem of her dress.

"I see my sweet prince likes my markings," she said. Her arms began to move along her body, tracing the marks. "He should know that if he behaves himself, he may earn some of his own."

Kesh was indeed mesmerized by her markings. He was yet undecided on how he felt about the idea of having markings of his own, though as she began to raise her dress painfully slowly he couldn't continue pondering the thought at all.

She raised and lowered the hem of her dress slowly and methodically, raising it from the middle of her thighs and stopping it just short of revealing it all, then lowering back down before repeating the motion all over again. She varied the pace intermittently, playing with his arousal as much as she possibly could. Her thighs were thick, shapely, and fit, as if she ran every day; definitely not something unheard off among the druidic people. The markings followed her musculature perfectly, as if they had grown on her; there were elegant pictograms of fields and various flowers and berries on her right thigh, while menacing creatures of the forest lined the other, wrapping around out of sight towards the back of her legs.

Kesh throbbed down there. He wondered how she would look naked from behind. Her hand ran down the side of his face, playing with him in carefree motions, pulling his gaze up towards her.

"My prince consort," she began speaking to him in a commanding, sultry tone. Her hands did not still, continuing to entrance him with the promise of seeing more. "I will start by saying that you're doing wonderfully well so far. I chose well, and I assure you that you'll feel pleasures you would have never even imagined existed had we not met."

"Yet these are rewards, and rewards are to be earned," she continued. "And for every avenue of pleasure there will be several valleys of discipline, their depths holding agonizing punishment should you forget your place. Is that understood?"

"Yesh, ai kee'er ka'ah," Kesh promptly tried to acknowledge, yet the binding of his tongue had not been loosened.

"I can see you're eager," she continued, finishing with another characteristic giggle.

The druidesses charm's had, for a lack of a better word, broken him. He succumbed further as he noticed lines of fluid trickling down her thigh, it's source somewhere under her dress.

Kesh could see more dripping now, this time from right between her thighs. The folds of her sex began to emerge as the hem rose and lowered in teasing waves. He saw the tip of her vulva, a shockingly light pink, which emerged slightly from the contrastingly almond complexion of her labia. Her lips had thick, moist lines of fluid clinging to it, clearly portraying her arousal. Kesh couldn't even notice that his mouth was agape, wet lines of his own drool beginning to run down his chin.

"And so, he should know that this, is to be the object of his worship from now on," Kala said assertively, pausing with every few words. He lifted the hem up the rest of the way, revealing the full splendor of her sex to the enraptured Kesh.

He didn't need to be told to worship it. It was already all he could think of.

He took in the details, every shade of color and every fold; the dark pink of her clitoris prominently protruding from between both lips. On her mons there was another tattoo of stunning detail which reminded Kesh of the twin moons on her feet, though this one was of a radiant sun, its rays spreading off from its center before being hidden by midday clouds.

Kala let her hands move alongside the edges of her sex; she massaged herself up and down its side, near where her thighs met her waist, making her folds open and close slightly. The motion released even more fluid that cascaded down the edges.

Kesh's thirst knew no bounds at this point. If someone asked him who he was he probably wouldn't know how to answer right now, even if his tongue wasn't spellbound.

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That's it, Kesh, Kala thought to herself. Look at me, breathe me in my dear.

She wanted to lean in. She wanted to press her sex against his lips, to let his tongue free of the enchantment so he could do his duty as consort. Yet she grit her teeth and fought against the urge for now.

This was important, she told herself. He needs to learn that here he isn't prince Kesh of the Westfold Kingdoms who has everyone bending over backwards for him whether he realized it or not.

From now on when we're alone he is Kesh; the meek, submissive consort who's only thought should be obeying his mistress and keeper, serving her every whim.

She'd never gotten the impression that he was arrogant, but it helped not to take any chances. Not that she wouldn't enjoy punishing him for any indignance he dared show; she was thoroughly enjoying the sight of the pretty young man in front of her so thoroughly broken by her will, especially after how long she'd been hiding her feelings for him.

She couldn't help but wonder though how this must be such a big change for him. All his life he'd been pampered, held in high esteem and to even higher expectations, his duties complex and layered in so many levels of intermeshing consequences that she was amazed he could even get a moments sleep at night. Outwardly, to most people, he must have seemed fine, yet with her perception she could tell on every occasion she'd spied on him how it was starting to put him on edge; the slight twinge when he'd remember another duty he had to attend to, the way he'd slouch whenever he finally got a moment to sit down, or the constant miniscule weariness in his eyes that grew by the season.

Perhaps I should hide the fact that I've been stalking him though, she thought to herself... for now at least...

And all the while his dumbass siblings were running around playing hero, leaving all the work to their poor brother! Kala thought of them with bitterness. She had on more than one occasion sent a bad case of rashes their way while they were out in the wilderness or poked a boar into running into their tent at night, out of spite.

She sighed. She recalled how nervous she had been a short while ago, waiting for him in the main hall. All that time she'd spent obsessing over him could have ended in heartbreak if they'd met and she could tell that he didn't care for her at all. As much as it would devastate her she had planned to inform him that she was willing to renegotiate the contract if she knew he was never going to be happy with her.

Her relief was unimaginable when she saw the way he looked at her when they'd first 'met'. When for the first time Kala wasn't disguised as a plant or peeking through one of the castle windows using the eyes of a familiar, watching Kesh fall asleep over a scroll. She was sharp enough to sense that he was infatuated enough - no, more than enough - for her to have him entirely; for her to claim him of his own free will.

She doted over that image of him in her head; the way he'd walked ahead of his advisor after seeing her and how he couldn't stop smiling.

Of course, the shy, bookish boy needed a push but eh, he's already gotten over it, she mumbled to herself. She hoped he would be just as carefree about the fact that she was over 200 years older than him but... she waved off the somewhat embarrassing fact for now; that can wait too, she told herself.

In any case, she was going to make sure that she took care of him. Kesh was hers now; that made him her responsibility. His natural submissiveness could help him let go of some of the stress that builds up from his other duties; it momentarily made her wonder who exactly was the consort here, but she shrugged off that thought as well, adding to an already large pile of things she could ponder later on.

Kala kept admiring the way Kesh was staring at her. Rubbing in her power over him was getting her wet beyond belief; she could keep him there for hours if she really wanted to see how much she could break him, an idea for another day perhaps. She swayed her hips seductively, moving her crotch closer towards his lips before pulling it away from him again; she relished the sight of his eyes betraying his excitement whenever she got close. There was a small pool of pre on the floor underneath the tip of his cock, her little pet's excitement on complete, shameless display.

Yes, Kesh will find that this is a place where he can rest the crown off his heavy head for a while, while she....

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"That's a good look," Kala said firmly, as she moved one hand over the marking on her mons. "Let's spend some time sinking it in, thoroughly, before we conclude our meeting for today."

Kesh heard more words in the druidic tongue, yet he was too far entranced to even try understanding them. When she finished the phrase the marking on her mons began to glow, the same way the moon on her foot had before. Kesh recalled the pull, the warmth; however, he strangely did not feel it now.

Kala touched her bracelet and said a word that Kesh knew to mean 'share'. As she did, his collar warmed once more, yet this time it was less physical heat and more of a subliminal sensation. He didn't have much time to ponder the feeling though as it began to spread through his body in an all too familiar way.

His already overwhelming thoughts were drowned further in desire once again, with that same sense of belonging at its helm. Urges of such an intensity that even the ones from before were overwhelmed; if before he could barely answer a question, now it was questionable whether he could even talk to begin with. These urges drew his attention firmly towards the mark, towards the moist heaven of her sex, his every thought overpowered with a desire to kiss them; to lap up every drop from its depths, from her thighs and even from the floor below her. His member throbbed uncontrollably as he sat there unable to relieve himself.

"Is this what you want, sweet prince?" Kala cooed, her tone coy and playful.

Kesh groaned; his eyes were heavy-lidded as his body strained with desire. Saliva dribbled down his chin as he tried with every ounce of his strength to move towards her.

"I guess you can't even speak anymore; given the way your little prince down there is drowning I can understand why," Kala giggled once more. She shuffled forward slightly, so close to Kesh now that if he could move his tongue he'd be able to taste her, a thought that gave him no small amount of agony.

"This is how I'm feeling right now, the pleasure that it gives me to have you on your knees like this," she continued. She used her fingers to spread her pussy open, showing the helpless Kesh how pink the flesh inside was. He drooled profusely, his eyes distant and hazy, as the heady aromas of her gushing sex flooded his mind.

"The pleasure that you - my good little consort -- are giving me. And I want you to be proud of that," she continued. "I will teach you to let that become a part of you, the pleasure that you give me becoming pleasure of your own in turn."

Kala moved the hand with the bracelet onto Kesh's head, running it through his hair before closing carefully around a small clump of his curls.

"Hold. Still." Kala commanded, her tone hard and firm. Kesh sobered momentarily, the primal ferocity of her voice pushing back his haze.

Kala reached for the bracelet with her other hand, speaking a simple druidic word that meant 'release'. Kesh was caught by surprise as the stone spell subsided, almost collapsing; fortunately, Kala steadied him enough that he leveled himself rather quickly, holding himself in position. The pull still tugged at him, his thoughts a muddy pit of desire aimed at her sex as it hovered a mere inch from the lips that wanted desperately to taste her.

"Stay." She commanded again, louder. Kesh obeyed, tightening his grip on his knees, and keeping his head in place, fighting the mark's pull even as it tortured him with his urges. He drooled profusely despite being free of the tonguebind, and he could not tear his eyes away from her lower lips.

"I have shown you something majestic, something beautiful; what do you have to say, consort?" Kala said, running a finger over her moist entrance.

"Thank you, my keeper Kala" Kesh spoke quickly, his words barely coherent. "Please- please let me-."

"Tsk tsk," Kala admonished him firmly, shaking her head. "You started off well, don't screw it up now. Remember what I told you."

Kesh looked away, for just a moment, before the mark pulled his attention back in. He swallowed and composed himself slightly.

"Thank you, my keeper Kala, for showing yourself to me," Kesh went, reddening once again. "As your loyal consort, I'm honored to be allowed to behold you."

He heard her giggle. Her grip on his hair loosened slightly; she began to play with it casually. Kesh was sure he'd never grow tired of how good that felt.

"There's a good prince," Kala cooed gently.

Her hand played with his hair some more before slowly moving down the side of his face, caressing his cheek as it went. It reached his chin and gripped it softly. She raised his head, making him match her gaze as she towered over him.

"Now, for some more mundane matters," she said with a slight sigh, before clearing her throat. Kesh blinked rapidly.

"I would like to request entry into your court as an advisor, as well as a room within the castle for my use," Kala spoke assertively. "It will help me stay close to you, without drawing excess attention."

"You would also benefit from my knowledge as a druidess, as well as gain some acknowledgement from other druids and the villagers whose issues I attend to," she continued. "I swear that I won't introduce any bias in how I treat you as my consort regardless of whether you take my advice or not."

"Though perhaps I won't be all that respectful in court, given how I know first-hand what a horny little slut the kingdom's prince is," Kala smiled playfully. "But I will not compromise what you have, and what we have, that I promise."

Kesh was a little caught off guard by the request, given the sudden turn to political matters. He was surprised by how she was leaving the choice to him; especially given how much she demonstrated the sway she has over him.

"I- I believe that could be arranged," Kesh replied promptly. He stared off to the side for a few seconds, his expression suddenly hardening from the rather lurid face he had just a moment ago; a couple scenarios and calculations played through his head.

Kesh was somewhat oblivious to the fact that he was quite a savant when it came to matters of statesmanship, possessing a level of skill at governing that was blatantly obvious to anyone who'd seen him at work.

"You are correct that the skills of a druidess would be rather invaluable, and the western plains are currently quite underrepresented at court," he muttered, mostly to himself. "Securing a link to the continent's druidic circles could prove valuable come winter; not to mention-"