In the Kingdom of Smut Ch. 01

"Ugh, I've made such a mess." He said, gazing down at the puddles that had built up on his stomach and legs.

"Not to worry," She said, her tongue moving down to deftly lick up the leaks, trailing along his thigh, across his ticklish stomach, and down near the base of his still-erect dick. She was so shameless she even licked clean the break between his testicles and his inner thigh, licking at the moisture she found there. "I will do a cursory cleaning. The bath will take care of the rest."

The sight of her at his crotch made Martin even harder than before. "By the Gods I hope someone's watching." He said, "Knowing that someone is seeing this while you're giving me head is almost as arousing as knowing it's you doing this." She looked up at him, her grey eyes meeting his as she licked the last streams of jizz off his navel; he reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. "You're beautiful, Yasu."

"And you have a soft heart, my Prince." She replied, "Fortunately, this other part of you is still rock hard." Without hesitation she licked at the top of his cock, the tip of her tongue swan diving down to gently press against his slit to lap up the remaining dribbles from his first ejaculation. Martin let out a sharp groan, his hand running across the side of her cheek and playing with her trailing locks of hair. Her hand returned to its jerking, continuing at a new angle and tempo, pulling it outwards so it faced her face more directly. She planted a large, wet kiss onto the head, her tongue swishing around inside her O-shaped mouth as she greedily licked at his most sensitive spot.

Pressing further, Yasu removed her mouth from his penis with a loud pop and began to lightly tongue the edges of his foreskin, her tastebuds gently finding purchase on the underside as her tongue slipped between the skin, stimulating both his sensitive head and the nerve endings in his sheath. She probed around, as if searching for something in the folds. Applying more saliva, she began to lick, curling the tip of her tongue so she stretched and suckled on the exposed skin. Martin let out an ecstatic cry.

"H-how do you do that?" He asked, as impressed with her blowjob skills as he was with her combat abilities.

She glanced up at him, pulling away long enough to leave a trail of spit from his penis to her lower lip. "Practice. Like in all things. I know you well enough to know where you are weakest, and the best angle of attack."

"You could have just asked." He grumbled.

"Perhaps." She said, jerking him in long, languid strokes as she spoke, her fingers schlicking as they ran across the slippery cock. "But as is often the case, many do not know what they want or like until it is thrust upon them. I doubt if you told me you'd have been honest... or even aware."

"Well don't stop." He said, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through her hair. "You're wonderful."

She acquiesced to his request, leaning forward and slipping her tongue once again between the folds of his skin. Martin groaned and clenched his fingers in her hair, pulling her just slightly farther forwards, forcing her to dive the better part of her tongue within his foreskin. In response, she began to circle his head with her tongue, her open lips maintaining just out of contact range with his tip. Her hand continued to move, assuming a rhythm that matched perfectly with her tongue's spiral of sensation. Again Martin felt the buildup of his genitals and hunched his back forward, leaning down lower into the bench to give himself the best angle to cum in her mouth. On a whim, he reached out with his hand, groping at Yasu's exposed breast, running his hand across the skin, twisting her nub of a nipple between his fingers. His bodyguard let out a sigh of pleasure.

Undeterred, Yasu opened her jaw, finishing her circle just in time to palm the bottom of his cock with her tongue, allowing the semen to spurt onto her wiggling tongue and waiting mouth, preventing a second, messy finish. Martin groaned as he exploded a second time, more forcefully than before. Streams of spunk burst up into his bodyguard's waiting mouth. She made eye contact again as she kept her lips just off his head, allowing him to see the quantity that he was depositing within her gullet. Her throat gurgled a series of increasingly aroused moans, insinuating that she was getting something powerful out of this event as well. She continued to masturbate him with her hand, encouraging him to put all of it down her throat, only stopping when she'd jerked the last, clinging globules onto her waiting, white-tinged tongue.

"I..." Martin let out a heavy breath. "You are exhausting."

Unable to respond due to the load in her mouth, Yasu carefully extricated herself from the Prince's grasp, tilting her head up so he could see from his higher angle her outstretched tongue and full, bulging mouth filled with the white stuff. She held his eyes as she displayed the bounty within her cheeks, before closing her mouth, an audible swallowing sound emerging from her throat as her miniscule adam's apple bobbed up, then down. She opened her lips again, displaying her outstretched tongue. It was empty and clean.

"I am training you." She corrected him, tilting her neck forward to give him a glimpse of her gaze. "Withstanding pressure, maintaining focus despite distraction, resisting pleasure despite its supposed irresistibility." She began to stroke him again, this time more forcefully. With each question she asked she licked along his length. "Do you think my mouth is going to be the last one doing these things to you? What happens when the princess of another nation comes with strict orders to bed and wed you? Will you consider the political implications of the marriage, or will you be smitten with how well she can swallow your load?"

Martin reached forward, gripping her face in his hands, guiding her mouth to stop talking and instead to engulf his length with her lips. She did so, bobbing her head down as he slouched in the bench seat, allowing her greater leverage to begin her blowjob. "I don't need someone else, when you are around." He murmured, she glanced up at his eyes with his meat in her mouth in a way that said she did not believe him.

Her sleeveless arm stood out in marked contrast to the soft skin of her face and lips, the scars tracing lines across Martin's sight as he watched them move forward and back to the cadence of her cocksucking. Her shoulders were slender, more diminutive than an equitable woman who was from the Kingdom. But that just added to her allure: the small shape of her pale breast and miniscule, pink nipple bouncing as she dove her head forward to take more of his penis within her suctioning lips. Her mouth made loud smacks as her lips compressed tight around him.

Martin reached forward with a hand, slipping between the fabric of her shirt and groping her unexposed breast, encircling it like a snow globe in his hand.Enraptured, he tugged at her non-ripped sleeve, gently pulling the fabric off of her equally-scarred left shoulder, leaving her topless as he began to feel up both of her breasts. Yasu's mouth continued to make lewd noises, her tongue slurping loudly as she licked and kissed his prick while his royal highness squeezed and tugged at her breasts.

Martin let go of the supple breast flesh. He grabbed and pulled hard upon her head, bringing it down deep into his lap and allowing her lips to bump up against his base, her nose smooshing tight to his stomach as she inhaled sharply. Unwilling to let her escape from his grasp, the young Prince pulled her off quickly, watching in captivation as Yasu managed to make inches of his dick appear, coated in saliva as if by magic. He repeated the process, pressing her head down tight against his crotch before allowing her to remove itself back nearly to the tip of his head. Her mouth made loud sucking sounds as she moved back and forth across its mighty length. She opened her lips long enough to gasp in a breath of air before he continued again.

The speed of their facefucking became faster, Yasu's head moving up and down the entirety of his large girth as she sucked tight against his skin. The pressure made her sounds all the more jarringly loud, echoing throughout the courtyard the noises of an extended, intense blowjob. She smacked her lips, suctioned her throat, and slurped loudly with her tongue. Martin stared down at her, bending his neck to get a side angle of her against him as she continued her oral assault. Seeing her from this slanted position, he could see her clothed rear poking up from her kneeling position, a shapely if slight expression of her femininity. Idly, the Prince wondered what her wetness felt like, if she was getting anywhere near as turned on as he was.

The blush on her face told him enough. Yasu's eyes fluttered as she was roughly lifted and lowered onto the pillar of maleness that now encompassed her reality. Despite her bragging and bluster, by the end of the session it was Martin who was asserting sexuality by using her mouth as a personal fuckhole. She didn't seem to mind. As the next, creeping ejaculation built in his straining balls, Martin groaned and shoved her down again to his base, this time not letting her loose as his slit dilated and his urethra filled with the load of cum he had saved for her stomach.

He erupted again, blasting now in a direct injection down her throat, requiring no swallowing as her relaxed gag reflex allowed for his own enveloped manhood to do the work for her. He came again and again, the blasts seeming to last for over a minute as small bits of cum spurted from her nose, the liquid backing up enough that she could not contain it within her own body. At last, as he felt the clinging ending of his ejaculation, he pulled her off of him, wiping his still wet head across her lips as he removed himself. Instead of scolding him like he expected, Yasu merely licked at his tip, eliciting a wet, sloppy sound.

"Well done," She said, breathless and clearly fatigued by the experience. She put a hand upon her chest, as if to steady her heartbeat. "I don't think your average princess would be able to resist that. But we're not finished."

Gently pulling at his hand, Yasu moved him up into a standing position, his penis still out and his pants still down. She kneeled in front of him, hiding her face beneath his crotch as she looked up at him from a vertical angle, his package obscuring a direct vision between them. Her hand reached up and encircled his length. She began to stroke again, her hand moving rapidly from the beginning this time, bouncing his length across her face, feeling the heat of his skin upon her nose as she kissed the bottom of his shaft.

"You asked me once," She said, jacking him off with both hands, "What my name meant, in my own language." Her eyes were locked on him as she moved with blinding speed up and down his shaft. She said nothing for several moments as her pace increased, moving so fast that the loud sounds could be heard throughout the courtyard. Courtiers on the upper balconies tilted their heads over the side to look down, before hurriedly removing their heads from view as they realized the perversion occurring underneath. Heedless, the bodyguard continued her action.

"It means peace." She said, bringing the young Prince to the edge of orgasm for the final time, "Tranquility." He burst out a blast of ejaculate onto her face, stepping back to give the black haired woman a messy cumshot. It slipped along her face, across her nose, and covered an eye, causing her to close it as though she were winking at him. "That is all I want for you, Martin. So that your name does not become a lie, like mine has become."

"It's not a lie," He said, inhaling deeply in and out as he tried to catch his breath. "You bring nothing but peace and tranquility to me, Yasu."

She didn't respond, merely standing up and chastely pulling her ripped sleeve up onto her shoulder, leaving the still dripping whiteness on her face as she turned away. "Let us go. I've made you run five minutes later than I intended; the Queen will be displeased."