TW: intercourse, futanari/shemale, foot fetish, soft bdsm, humiliation.

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The prince's bodyguard

"Hey Relly!" Tekon exclaimed happily as he saw her. "What's good?"

The prince of Ionia - Tekon - couldn't be anywhere without someone to protect him, and Irelia, one of the greatest warriors of the country, was the unlucky one to be assigned as his bodyguard.

It wasn't the lifestyle she got from this position that made her think it was unfortunate: living in a comfortable palace with servants and the whole luxury and royal family stuff was really nice, she even had a court designed for training in order to maintain her skills, but the prince was an 18 years old brat, that got spoilt, and was overall very rude. She couldn't do a thing but tolerate his temper as he still was what he was: a royal.

"My greetings, prince Tekon." she answered sternly, giving him a slight bow and moving to grab her breakfast quickly before joining him for the day.

Her job was quite simple: she had to escort the prince anywhere outside, and if an alert was given, she had to lock herself with him and deal with any intruder that would threaten his life. As of now, no alert was given, and they were still in the palace, so she didn't have a reason to stay by him, however, she also was given the special order to make him good enough of a fighter so he could defend himself with a sword.

"I'll join you for breakfast! What's our program today? You wanna try fighting? You don't stand a chance." he laughed. "For you see, I practiced a special technique, a royal one, which can only be countered by another prince!" he smiled, full of himself.

That behavior was what made anyone who knew the prince just a little bit exhausted with him. She couldn't understand how someone who was 18 could be this childish, and constantly looking for attention.

"My apologies, prince." Irelia started. "But today was planned so we could rest. I suggest you follow my advice and enjoy a calm and sunny morning before we resume your sword training tomorrow." she finished with the same monotonous, serious tone.

The truth was she didn't have an excellent night of sleep and knew she couldn't stand him a lot.

As expected, he didn't comply, and started ranting about how boring it was to do nothing all day, but the blade dancer just ignored him and moved on: she had dealt with him long enough to know that he couldn't be reasoned with words.

Once she had reached the vast kitchen, she grabbed a few apples, a loaf of bread and filled up a jug with cold water, before heading outside to her training court, where she decided to eat alone, listening to the birds chirping, the wind whistling… and the prince bitching.

"Ugh, fine…" she conceded. "Try meditating for half an hour, without a sound." Irelia instructed.

It would make him silent for atleast 5 minutes, she thought, as she ate in silence.

Her eyes lost themselves on the prince's face. He was really to her taste, however, no matter how cute he appeared, she couldn't stand a minute of his behavior. Losing herself in his mid-long, thin and straight dark hair, she thought about how nice it would be pulling it, making Tekon her bitch - not even sexually, she liked the thought of him being humiliated as he always was so bossy, stubborn and arrogant -. However, she still really liked how his almond shaped green eyes looked whenever he'd brush his hair backwards when they sparred. He had a really harmonious face, whether it be his small nose or his plump yet fine lips. He could be mistaken for a women, as he took the majority of his attributes from his mother - the queen -. His slender yet muscular body was just her type, even if he was a tad too short, a few inches shorter than she was. The previous image made her blush a little, even she shouldn't've had allowed herself to think of the prince that way.

"What, do I have something on my face?" Irelia's train of thoughts was interrupted by two flashy emerald globes staring at her. "This is boring, I want to do something else." Tekon complained.

"How about this for a start then…" the blade dancer started, an idea forming in her brain. "Let's spar. For real this time, I won't hold back, prince Tekon. However, we'll use wooden swords so nobody gets hurt. The first one to fall or to drop his weapon 3 times loses. If you win, I'll listen to you and your methods and we'll continue practicing until you're satisfied. If I win, you'll listen to me and you'll rest for the day. Are these terms to your convenience, prince?" she asked.

The prince nodded, rushed to his feet and got ready to fight, as Irelia put whatever was left of her morning meal away and grabbed the two wooden swords they'd usually use for practice and threw her opponent his weapon. He gave a few slashes in the air and got en garde.

His positioning wasn't too shabby, Irelia thought, getting herself ready against his clownish style : as average as he was at swordsmanship, she had to admit he had a really unpredictable way of fighting that probably would work if a duel didn't have rules.

He quickly lunged forward, meaning to hit the blade dancer with a stab on the solar plexus, which would make a normal fighter fall on his back - as she taught him -. However, that alone wouldn't do the trick against her, and he knew it as she dodged to the left, only to meet a high kick of his. Classic, she thought as she parried it with her forearm.

The prince smiled widely as he let go of his sandal, which hit Irelia right on the face, giving him a split second - all he needed - to disarm her.

"So, what do you think of my special technique ? Not something a peasant could counter, am I right?" the prince bragged. "Then again, there isn't a lot for you at stake right? How about this: if I win, you do whatever I say for the whole day! And of course, if you win, Relly, then I'll oblige and obey without protesting for today to whatever you say. Let's get started for real now." he confidently stated.

Now she was mad. She picked up her weapon and got en garde aswell, this time, ready to riposte, all her senses in high alert.

They moved around, describing a circle, looking for the slightest opening, until Irelia lunged forward in a quick motion as she decided to simply overpower him, and she did, indeed. He was fast enough to raise his weapon in a defensive stance, but wasn't ready for Irelia playing dirty aswell, as she struck his higher abdomen with her knee, sending him flying to the ground and disarming him at the same time.

The prince opened his mouth to complain, but closed it as soon as he saw Irelia's more than upset face. He picked up his weapon, composed himself and got in a fighting stance once again, even if her last blow had him breathing with difficulty. He knew his last resort was the element of surprise and rushed in with no real plan.

"How disgraceful." his opponent commented, as she decided to close in.

With a quick stab thumped by the handle of her blade to his chest downwards, he fell to the ground once more, and once more he got up, now trembling with anxiety as he understood how he underestimated his teacher.

She walked calmly towards him and he instinctively got into a defensive stance, in order to neither get disarmed or fall. To his surprise, Irelia embraced his whole body.

It was the first time he got to smell her silverish hair so clearly, it felt like he was in a field of cherry trees, he thought, before she swept him to the ground one last time.

Completely beaten, the prince was looking for a comeback so he wouldn't be entirely disgraced. He couldn't talk about how she didn't respect the rules of a sword fight, because he didn't either. Eventually, he didn't find anything to say, and just looked away in shame and anger.

"So, will you take the day off now, prince?" Irelia asked, with the same stern tone that she always used with him.

To answer, he just went off, leaving her alone.

"Ah, and please call me Lady Irelia for the day, prince." Tekon heard in the distance, as he was all red from embarrassment.

Irelia sighed in relief, as she finally got rid off her daily nuisance, and thought of taking a shower, then gettnig some rest herself. The blade dancer quickly put back everything where it should be and left for her room - which had an included bathroom right next to it -, where she stripped naked, leaving a kimono-like robe and her underwear on the ground.

She took a moment to look at her body in the mirror, as if scouting for any imperfection. Her piercing blue eyes gazed there for a minute, wandering on her muscular yet fine silhouette. She smiled at the view of her curvy thighs and thin abdomen. Anyone would have described her as elegance embodied: whether it was her breathtaking beauty, highlighted by her plump lips and raffined straight nose, or her fit and attractive body. However, only a few knew about what was between her thighs: a large penis overhanging two round orbs.

She smiled at its sight, starting to stroke it as it reached its full length, and let herself fall on her bed, pleasuring herself thinking of how she humiliated the prince back then. Her work must have really gotten to her, because she only got hornier as she imagined the prince on his knees and her fucking his ass, filling it with cum.

Her wicked thoughts distracted her from the footstep sounds closing in towards her room, and she kept stroking her dick, until someone loudly opened the door, without even knocking.

"Alright this is boring, can we do something el…" the prince started, left speechless before the sight he was witnessing.

Irelia stood up calmly, a dark and dangerous aura emanating from her. She slowly closed the door and turned to the prince.

"DIDN'T ANYONE TEACH YOU ANY MANNER?" she screamed, pushing him to the ground.

Seeing him this shook, with her penis right next to his face gave her an even more wicked idea.

"You know, you said you'd do what I say right?" she started, a gleam of lust showing in her eyes. "Well, you have to make up for your mistake."

Tekon's eyes shifted between his teacher's and her cock, as he was still unable to speak.

Fuck it, Irelia thought, now that she was pretty sure she'd lose her job, might aswell enjoy it a bit before. She pulled his dark hair and closed in, rubbing her tip on his cheek, the blade dancer could almost feel his heartbeat as she let her glans rest upon the prince's lips.

"There you go, now make me come." she ordered angrily while sitting on her bed and dragging her victim along by his hair, keeping him close to her penis. "If you don't, I'll do it myself using your asshole."

The prince eye's widened at the thought: he understood he had no other choice but to comply, especially since he lost their earlier fight, he knew how strong she was and that he stood no chance in raw power. He closed his eyes and approached her, now able to smell her genitals. He tried his best not saying anything about it, and pulled his tongue, letting it glide from her balls to her tip. The taste wasn't as bad as he imagined: sure, there was a little sweat down there, but he expected a worse and grosser flavor.

"Is that to your convenience, Lady Irelia?" he shyly whispered, planting his insecure eyes in hers.

"Try harder." she said, smiling. "Also, don't close your eyes. You need to see the consequences of your actions."

Tekon closed in once more, this time with his eyes open, and let his tongue wander up to Irelia's tip once more, then he planted a kiss there, licking it all around before swallowing hard and taking her cock in his mouth. He stopped at its half, already having trouble breathing, but used his hands to compensate, rubbing her base while sucking and licking the upper half of her dick, especially the tip, as he knew it would make her come faster.

"Well that's better, and it got you to shut up." she smiled "How about removing your hands now so you can take it deeper?" she practically ordered.

He gave her a panicked look, even if he appreciated the tacit compliment, which only made her hornier as she forced his hands away and shoved his head in, making him take the entire shaft in.

He had resigned, and let her use him, only sucking and licking harder so she would finally ejaculate down his throat and let go of him.

After half a minute, she let him breathe, but Irelia surely didn't expect that he'd deepthroat her dick willingly. It was genuinely enjoyable, so she just closed her eyes and pressed his face harder against her genitalia.

"Ooh, you're actually doing a good job for once." she whispered, starting to pant. "Now, I want you to beg for my cum." she stated, pulling his head away.

The sight of the prince's defeated face, along with her precum on his lips and mouth, was really a turn-on for her, and she couldn't wait to hear him.

"Please… use me… to pleasure yourself?" he said hesitantly, breathing between his words from the recent lack of oxygen.

Irelia shook her head, making him understand that it wasn't good enough, but she let him recompose himself before resuming his humiliation nonetheless.

"Lady Irelia, I beg you to unload all over my face." he said bitterly, looking away in shame as he noticed her stroking her cock right in front of him.

She sped her pace up, on the verge of ejaculating, instructing him to beg like he means it. The prince was now all red from embarrassment.

"For fuck's sake!" he blew up. "Make me your cumdump already! Cum in my mouth, cover my face with your semen, I don't care which, even both if you want! I just want this to e…" he started, getting cut off by Irelia shoving her penis in his open mouth.

"Well, if you're still so rude, mouth it is!" she frowned, gasping as she unloaded her seed in his oral cavity.

She quickly pulled out and sprinkled the rest of her cum all over his face, to finally wipe her cock with his hair.

The prince never tasted anything so foul, yet addicting. His mistress' cum was salty and dense, it felt like swallowing hot melted grease, with a salty and sour taste. However, he gulped it down and licked his lips, hoping to find some more. Finally, he closed in and planted a kiss on Irelia's tip, as if he was thanking her, which surprised her.

"Oh, you liked it?" she asked, smirking. "Well speak up, tell me how it felt finally being put in your place."

The prince looked up to her eyes. She was really beautiful, her silverish long hair looked perfect, and her visage was so elegant… He decided that, even if he knew that wasn't suitable of his position, he would be honest with her.

"I… uh…" he started, still unsure of what he'd say. "I'm sorry I was this annoying today." the prince resumed, blushing a little. "I expected it to be a horrible experience, but it turned out I really enjoyed it, Lady Irelia. Please accept my thanks." he finished, now completely red.

She laughed at his genuine confession. Maybe she could stay a bit more as his bodyguard, she thought.

"So, what do you want me to do next?" he asked, hiding a tad of excitement under his embarrassed tone.

"Wait a minute." she giggled. "So you expect me to keep letting you enjoy yourself while you couldn't do something as easy as beg for my cum correctly?" the blade dancer told her apprentice. "We'll see if you like what's next so much." she paused for a minute, getting comfortable and presented her feet to the prince. "Do you want to kiss them?" she asked. "Be careful, your answer will determine whether I'll ever let you taste my cum again or not."

Tekon thought about it for a minute: he even forgot he was supposedly a prince in the previous experience. No matter how foul her semen tasted, the experience of sucking her cock had changed him. He only now realized how amazing she was, maybe because he stopped considering her like a peasant. In the end, he concluded that he already lost whatever was left of his royal dignity and spoke up.

"Can I?" he asked, giving his bodyguard a deep bow to show his respect.

"You're definetely not used to being submissive huh…" she smirked, running her big toe across his lips. The feeling wasn't too bad, actually, her foot was stunningly soft. "You have no idea how hard I had it with you around. You know what? Since you were such a bitch all this time, that's how I'll call you. Now, what do you think you should call me? Find the right answer and I'll allow you to kiss my foot."

The prince looked up to her and mumbled a few titles, princess, queen, and such, but none of them was right. On her side, it felt like heaven. The brat that had made a lot of her days horrible was now at her feet, with his face covered in dry semen, entirely submissive to her. However, she couldn't help but find it cute when she saw a gleam of interest in his emerald eyes while searching for the best title to fit her when she plainly called him "bitch". With his hair tied backwards and his innocent face, he nearly looked like a girl.

"Then, mistress Irelia, would this one please you ?" he finally asked, earning a broad smile.

"Say it again, bitch." Irelia ordered. "Say what I am."

"You are my mistress." the prince repeated, staring right into her eyes. "Then, please, mistress Irelia, would you allow me to stay by your side and be your cumdump?" he asked, never breaking eye contact as if he was worshipping her. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Irelia smiled, telling him to go wash his face of all her dried cum. He went to his bathroom, avoiding any servant so they wouldn't see how much of a mess he was at the moment, and did as she told. He couldn't fathom what he just did, but he couldn't lie to himself as he smiled seeing his bodyguard's semen deposited on him. He decided he'd surprise his mistress, and brought along the longest belt he had, untying and brushing his hair the way he thought she'd like it. Arriving, he knocked before entering, caring not to bother Irelia anymore. As she told him to enter, he opened the door, only to find her lying on her back, still naked.

"What's this with you, cumdump?" she asked, as she previously decided to give him several degradating names. Irelia smirked at his cheeks blushing after she had adressed him as such.

"Hum, this is a belt, mistress." he started, getting on his knees just like before in case she wanted to use him. "I thought it would be more practical for you to pull me around… And, I'm not gonna lie, I also really enjoy the idea of being held on a leash by you, mistress." he confessed, blushing and looking away.

Irelia genuinely laughed, as she expected anything but this. How could he change from such a bratty and rude temper towards her to literally asking to make him her pet? She didn't care much about the answer, but definetely fastened that belt around his neck, pulling him in, his face pressing against her cock just like the first time.

"Well then, I'll gladly oblige." she stated in a horny tone. "Get to worshipping that dick."

Tekon couldn't help but smile a bit. This time she wouldn't have to force him to do anything, he thought as he pulled his tongue out and started licking her balls, reaching her taint. Irelia spread her legs and lied back, letting her just acquired slave have the time of his life.

On his side, the prince didn't care for the taste of sweat that fouled his tastebuds, he seemingly only cared about pleasuring his mistress and, of course, having a load of hot semen pumped down his throat. Speaking of which, he didn't wait much as he quickly pulled back Irelia's foreskin before taking her whole cock in it. He couldn't even taste anything now because of the overwhelming pleasure he felt tonguing away at her whole length, only pausing to breathe - and even then using his hands to compensate meanwhile -.

"Stop there." Irelia said, standing up and pushing him away with her foot. "Now strip, bend over, ass up, face on the ground." she directed. "I wanna hear what you have to say before I take your anal virginity."

The prince was shaking after obeying her, he was excited but also afraid, however, he knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

"Mistress, I beg you with everything I have, enjoy yourself as much as you want inside my asshole, and, please, fill it up with love and cum, and anything else you desire. Please feel free to do anything to me without asking, nothing would make me happier." he hornily mumbled, feeling her tip on his anus.

Irelia smiled, seeing his plump ass ready to welcome her. She knew nonetheless that it'd be painful for him - and amazing for her -.

"Alright then. It wouldn't be fun for you if you didn't have anything to do but clench your teeth while I drill that ass…" she began, crushing his face and getting ready. "… so you can do what you did earlier to my foot aswell." she finished, sliding her saliva-lubed tip inside Tekon, earning a gasp - more of a held scream in this case - from her slave.

The young prince refused to show his mistress how painful that was, as he now felt a huge mass going in and out of his rectum, he then turned to his secondary mission, facing Irelia's sole. He managed to plant a few kisses here and there before starting to do what he knew she really wanted and pulled his tongue, letting it glide from her heel to her toes. He internally sighed in relief as he felt that it wasn't dirty, maybe a just a bit sweaty but nothing that would make him back off from this task, he even thought that it wasn't that bad of a distraction from the non-stop drilling up there.

Tekon went back to her heel, trying to put more pressure with his tongue to massage it. The cheesy taste wasn't a problem anymore, so he continued his job - which, in Irelia's intent, was just to get humiliated as a payback for his attitude - and licked up to her toes, leaving her sole spotless. After swallowing hard, he thought he'd do the hardest part and inserted his tongue in the space between each of her toes, and while it indeed had a stronger flavor than the rest, it wasn't unbearable. To finish off his task, he put her big toe inside his mouth, letting it rest on his tongue while sucking, then also started to massage it with his tongue until he felt it was enough, then he repeated with each other of Irelia's toes. When he was done, he finally rested his head on the ground, under his mistress' wet foot.

On her point of view, she never thought he'd be so tight, and once she penetrated the young prince, she didn't want to ever pull out. She was panting from all these thrusts, she didn't even pay attention to whatever he was doing, she just kept thrusting and thrusting.

"Fuck, you're so tight, it's like you were made to be my cumslut." she whispered, exhausted.

She didn't care that he didn't answer, he probably was deafened by the pain, but she also didn't care about that as she kept on fucking his brains out.

Finally, giving him all he wanted, she thrusted in a last time, pulling him closer and pinning him on her dick.

"Here's what you asked for, slut." Irelia gasped as she reached climax and exploded in his insides, her cock twitching as she poured loads of cum in his rectum, panting from the effort.

She eventually pulled out, as her penis got flaccid again, letting Tekon fall on the ground, himself panting from what he got through.

A little cum came out of his anus, as a proof he was filled with it to the brim.

"Th… Thank you so much, mistress!" he mumbled enthusiastically. Her hot semen inside him was the best reward he could ask for.

She smiled and let herself fall on her bed.

"Alright, you have 5 minutes to rest, then lick up my other foot and you'll be allowed to go to your room to sleep." she instructed, getting drowsy.

Understanding that she wanted to sleep, the prince turned off the lights, only keeping a candle lit to see where he was stepping, then did as she directed, smiling when he noticed that she was still holding his leash. The prince's consciousness started to fade away and he fell asleep at his mistress' feet, where he now knew he belonged.