Thread: The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

Lance was leaning backwards as he began listening to her explanation. The hands soaping him up were, rough yet pleasant. The woman was obviously more used to holding a sword or axe than she was holding a cloth, yet she did fairly well. Her explanation was clear, if not a bit brutal. He had heard of countless skirmishes, he wanted to hear legendary stories, one of heroic deeds. He felt the cloth begin cleaning his skin, rubbing hard on his back and chest. The effects of the oil and the rubbing was slowly brining the prince in a gentle trance. The delicious faze between sleeping and being awake. He still noticed everything, his body was simply more relaxed. The cloth slowly began making his way downwards, cleaning his legs and toes, stopping just in front of his organ. You are doing fine, just relax and continue. A warden is only allowed inside the royal bath with the prince, seeing as I am at my most weakest when bathing or cleaning. This is the reason why maids or servants are not allowed inside. You are my only protection. The young man said when his servant removed the cloth and began cleaning him with her bare hands. He held his eye shut as he exhaled deeply, obviously feeling more relaxed. No doubt the rest of the commands would soon be tugging at her subconscious, telling her to clean him properly and completely. The layer of foam prevented the warden from seeing the princes exposed form. How would she react when she found the little surprise waiting for her. Seconds later she was cleaning the princes royal breeding rod. The prince was holding his teeth firmly shut, not wanting to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing him bite his lip or moan. He kept his face blank and devoid of emotion. Generations of genetic matchmaking and selective breeding had brought some desirable traits. When Lance would grow older and more mature, a few decades from now, he would reach his full growth. His father stood around six foot and six inches. Still Lance had one trait that was already at the impressive grown-up size. Being in a constant state of puberty brought some amusing side effects. No doubt the warden could feel that effect, as the thick shaft twisted and throbbed playfully, sending down a steady stream of pre-cum. He completely ignored the female in her inquiry of her cleaning service. He simply let her continue with the service, occasionally asking a small detail about her past or telling her to retell a towns description. To any sane normal person it would look like Lance considered this situation normal, her magical bond would be persuading her off the same. This was normal, completely. When she was finished with her tale, Lance sighed. He began venting his frustration, telling her how small he felt when receiving this act. The fate of their kingdom rested upon his capabilities of producing a new generation of weapons, enough to strengthen their kingdom. The organ was very important in that act, so it would require maintenance. Lance knew that the woman would be fighting with some subconscious desires, to clean him better and longer. Yet how would she deal with the strange arousal she had been feeling all day? No warrior could simply pleasure herself or boink the Prince. She would have to keep herself in line.