I Reincarnated as My Waifu, What Do? 3

Life changed when one unlocked their skills. Especially for the so called 'Blessed Princess'.

They weren't wrong, mind, but it was still something of an annoying expectation placed upon my shoulders. Maybe Royal Privilege would've been a better skill to have, if it would've avoided the endless barrage of questions, questions that I couldn't answer, that had been sent my way.

It's not as if I had any idea what was going on either!

At least with my father's aid, I was able to keep the worst of the carrion feeders that abounded at the highest levels of society at bay. Father was not known for being subtle or particularly adept at navigating political circles, no, he was known for being a hammer of a man who would deal with his problems promptly and quickly.

And if those problems were people bothering his precious daughter about her cool and spiffy new skill? Well... few wanted to be the ones who could say they'd been bodily thrown off of the palace by the King.

Still, not all was annoying. Perfect Body was an excellent skill to have, as father explained, for anyone who wanted to pursue any sort of martial ability training. He even showed me how much stronger it made me to just have the skill - just going from being in pretty good health to perfect physical shape was already a noticeable change.

Not that it made me in any way, shape or form able to keep up with the palace guards' training... but as I panted for breath, the taskmaster laughed and approached me. "It is good to see you following in your father's footsteps, highness," he said. 

He was a man of thick build, large muscles and even larger beard. Standing at nearly two meters of height, he towered over most, and in particular me. I wasn't jealous of him being able to reach the tall shelves, not at all.

That said, he was a veteran, one of father's old companions, a man who had seen it all, and lived to tell the tale. Who had come out of a thousand battles mostly, almost entirely, whole, if one didn't consider the loss of his shield arm. Not that it'd ever slowed him down.

A commoner by birth, former mercenary by trade. My mind worked automatically, my skill categorizing and analysing him on its own. He was labelled Otto the One Armed Beast. He wore a blue tunic over chainmail, leather boots and gloves, and what I assumed to be a silken undershirt. All good quality, all functional - I remembered a lesson or two about silk preventing arrow barbs from finding purchase in flesh.

"Thank you," I said, taking deep lungfuls of air and trying to even out my breathing, as he passed me what looked like a wineskin. It was mercifully full of water, and I darnk greedily, my body already rehydrating itself.

"If you keep training, you'll evolve your Perfect Body naturally, and eventually, it'll make you even stronger," he said. "In these parts, personal strength is a must. You never who you can and cannot trust in this vipers' nest."

Well... I did.

Including him. I could actually see who was and wasn't loyal to me, or to Father, and the Kingdom in General. But he didn't know that, and I was keeping that ace up my sleeve. It certainly made rooting out corrupt people much easier. Fortunately, Otto was very much trustworthy, and I appreciated that his loyalty was first to the Country, and then to Father, and finally to me.

He was a man of honest morals, and to some degree, knowing that he'd put the good of the Kingdom ahead of the good of its king was a sobering thought.  

However... my powers weren't all fun and games. For starters, I had access to knowledge about every resource currently at my disposal - which included the country's treasury because my power recognized Father controlled it and he would do whatever I asked him to with the money, therefore, it was effectively resources at my disposal.

And even further, I knew how much it would cost to have certain actions done. For instance. Every man had their price. There was no amount of money that could buy Otto the One Armed Beast's loyalty and set him against the country.

But...

As his eyes locked on to mine, and I perused the sort of things I could ask him to do in an instant, within my mind, I realized that my body, too, was one of the resoures at my disposal. And that if I wanted personal training from one of the greatest warriors in the country...

"Sir Otto," I said, as I steeled myself for what was to come. "You said it yourself, I really do need to be... strong enough, to take care of myself."

He nodded. "Aye, I said that," he said. "Your father- he'd rather you be his delicate brainy flower, but roses got thorns," he said.

"And mine need to grow still," I agreed. "Father would have me locked up in a tower and the entire standing army set to my protection, but I know that is simply unfeasible. However, if I could sharpen my thorns, perhaps this delicate flower may yet become a steel rose."

Otto laughed. "I could find you a trainer," he said. "Set you on the right path, develop some skills. Your father may be angry, but it wouldn't be the first time I've knocked some sense into his thick head," he said, sounding boastful. Father, of course, told tales of their bouts, and both men always claimed to be the one ahead in victories.

I shook my head in the negative. He frowned then. "I don't think thay would be sufficient," I admitted. "I cannot just be strong enough, I need to be, I need to be as strong as I can be. If I am to protect myself, if I am to protect this Kingdom..."

If I am to survive the no doubt numerous assassination attempts that were even now being arranged...

"I can't just be a princess, I must be father's Heir, I must have his strength, his charisma and his martial ability," I explained.

"Beauty, Brains and Brawn, eh? Aren't you shooting for the stars there, princess?"

I knew, for a fact, that he found me attractive. Because I knew that he couldn't be bought with money.

But my body?

My body could buy him.

I smiled, as I puffed out my chest a little, and I almost crowed in victory when I saw his eyes wander. "That's right," I said. "If... If you could spare some time to spend with me, perhaps somewhere a bit more... private, I could present you with a more... convincing, offer?"

That was it.

This was going to be the test of this skill. A man, who was not my subject yet. I couldn't give him orders. I could only make him offers. And even then, even if I knew what price would work, I didn't know how to pitch the offer, but-

I saw his breath catch. I saw him doubt.

With a deep breath and a movement of my shoulders, I made my large breasts jiggle before him, and looking deep into his eyes, I copied a move I'd seen Jeannette do before, biting my lip. "Can you help me with my training, Sir Otto?"

"Just a second," he said, his voice a bit strange and distant. He walked, then, to the courtyard where the palace guard was going through their morning training, and he found his adjutant, who was taking notes. "Fakir, take over for today. There are important matters I must attend to."

"Aye, sir," Fakir responded. 

For a moment, I wondered what it'd take... there was something about the lean, well shaped slab of chocolate colored beef, from the south, that made my mouth water.

A shame, my body could get nothing from him. Alas, he was interested only in leaner, taller women... and men.

Otto returned to my side. "Follow me, princess, I know where we may speak."

He led me then to the barracks, and made a show of pretending he was giving me a tour of the facilities. Showing me the offices of his officers and lieutenants, the bedrooms and amenities, and even giving me a pretty informative and useful rundown of the Palace Guard's duties and their general level of strength and status of morale.

It was actually filling up a lot of knowledge that my skill was categorizing and organizing for me in my brain.

Finally, however, he led me to his office. The most secure and private place in the Guard's wing of the palace. Deep within, no windows, only a thick and reinforced door to come in and out. 

A pair of couches, opposite each other, each on a wall. A large bookshelf with several books, many a knicknack or old glory trophy and even a small wooden model of the palace on one of its shelves, behind a dark wood desk.

He also had a table in the middle of the room, between the couches, and comfortable chairs on both sides of the desk. Not really a place to receive people per se, but used as one since it was secure and private.

"Princess," he began, when the door was locked behind me. "The game you're playing is a dangerous one, and-"

I stepped into his personal space, looking up at him. "Sir Otto, you are the Captain of the Palace Guard, and you are a man of unquestionable loyalty. Not to my father, not to myself, but to the Kingdom of Trom," I explained.

He frowned. "That is true," he said. "I served your father's father, alongside your father, for the good of this Kingdom, for they are the rightful and divinely ordained ruling family," he said. "I don't know what that-"

"Your loyalty is commendable," I explained. "That is why I sought to ask you."

"What does that- if your father were to discover-" he shook his head. "Is this some sort of trap? I know you are the one who has been rooting out corruption in the court, princess, and I appreciate your work, I've done what I can to cover and aid you, but this, this is too much, you should not be risking yourself this openly!"

I chuckled. "I am at no risk here, am I?" I asked. "You wouldn't hurt me."

He frowned. "True, but you couldn't-"

"I could," I said, freely. "I am Father's Heir, I am blessed with the ability to rule. I am blessed with even more besides," I said, pressing my breasts against his front, my tits nearly on a level with his groin. "Don't you agree?"

"This is- this is not right, you are a young girl and I am an old man," he said.

"I am, have been, an adult," I said.

"If, if this is about the training," he seemed to panic, then. "I will arrange for the best, the best that I can find, to take your-"

"No," I said. "I don't want that. I want you. I want the greatest warrior in this country, that is not my father, to truly push me to my limits, to do what he must to ensure that I am no delicate, easily slain maiden, but a warrior queen as great as I can be."

His hand was on my shoulder, then. "Princess... is this truly what you wish?"

I gave him a wide smile. "Sir Otto..." I looked up at him, then, trying to give him my best cheeky smirk. "I will show you just how serious I am."

This was... not my proudest moment, I admit... as I reached for his belt and fumbled. The belt buckle was not of design or make that I was familiar with. It was a sturdy steel contraption, and more difficult to work open than I thought.

In his shock, however, he gave me more than enough time to fiddle with it that by the time he reacted, I already had his belt undone, and his pants by his knees.

As I pulled down his pants and underwear, however, my eyes widened and my mouth went dry as I revealed the absolutely monstrous log of man meat that he was carrying between his legs.

And log was right. It was rugged like bark, almost, and as thick as my arm. His mounting arousal showed, as the pink glans, lighter than the dark skin of the shaft, was almost completely free from its sheath.

I licked my lips, subconsciously, as my mouth watered and my mind was filled only by the thought of this absolutely humongous, monstrous cock that was laid before me. It was easily a good seven inches, and it wasn't even fully hard yet.

"Princess, stop!" he pleaded.

Stop? Stop he says!

My hand grasped the burning hot shaft, near the base, and I gave it a little shake. It was almost like a snake, a little bit stiff. It dangled a little, and his groan excited me, as I ran my hands, now both of them, down his shaft.

Both hands now close to the tip, I lifted it and brought it closer to my face. It was, it was almost heavy, like I was holding a club, and the lighter pink of his glans skin was almost humorously contrasting against the shaft. It almost looked like a ripe strawberry.

The rank stench, the odor of man, that invaded my nose as I took a deep sniff almost fried my brain, traveling directly from there to my pussy, which tried to squeeze around nothing. I was still new to this, new to having a body that actually felt this much arousal... and it was so very, very interesting to be subsumed by all these new sensations.

My instincts took over, and the body of the woman that I was knew what it wanted.

"Princess, no, this isn't right," he moaned, as I began pumping my right hand up and down his big shaft, not even able to close around it, while my left held the tip in place, near my face.

My tongue collected the droplet of precum that oozed out of the slit at the tip of his glans, and the taste turned my mind into a swamp of lust and desire, as I moaned out my enjoyment and appreciation. It tasted horribly strong, yet so very gentle. Potent, yet not forceful.

It was the taste of loyalty, of dedication and of power.

I wanted more, and more, and more, as I took the tip of his penis, all that I could fit, into my mouth, licking and sucking everything that he ejected into my mouth, drinking heavily of his flowing precum, as I continued to stimulate his shaft more and more, both hands now working his big prick in unison.

"Uuurgh, princess, you're- you're amazing!" he moaned. "Your mouth's so hot and wet, it's, it's like a pussy, no, it's even better than a pussy!"

His hand came down on my head, and I felt a strange sort of warmth and affection in the gesture... all the way up until I felt him grasp me harder.

I choked, gagged and couldn't help but moan as every bit of my body shook in pleasure when he forced me down, forced me to take even more of his shaft into my mouth, going right past my limit and piercing deep into me, his cock slipping past my defenses and down my throat. It felt so immense, so filling and thick, that for a moment I thought he might be poking into my stomach, yet as my eyes opened, I realized I was only halfway down his shaft.

By now, my legs were spread wide open, and I had hiked up my battle dress to expose my soaked cunt, slipping my panties aside to make a show of touching myself.

"Aargh, you, you slutty princess," he roared, as he let me pull back, before shoving me back down again, unheeding and uncaring that I could not breathe.

If anything, the odd and strange clarity this all brought to me, only made me even hornier. The electric feeling of pleasure coursing through my body, from my throat to my brain to my pussy and back to my throat, as one of my hands pumped the remaining half of his shaft and the other played with my exposed cunny, seeing it all from outside at the same time as I felt it...

Ah, what a divine gift I've been given.

My body responded to his wishes, my mind bent to my body's whims, and for this moment, my entire body was an erotic doll, existing for the sole purpose of giving this wonderful cock the pleasure it deserved.

My service was unworthy, and I had to increase the enthusiasm with which I showed this cock the love it deserved, using the moisture gathered from my pussy as lubrication, so that my hands could slide and pleasure this cock much better.

I needed not be pushed anymore, instead bobbing my head on my own, faster and faster, delighting in the pleasurable feeling of my throat being bred like it was a prized pussy, while the man before me melted under my assault.

He was throbbing, twitching and desperate. He was nearing his limit, and I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait for him to cum. I looked deeply into his eyes, willing my commands to reach him. He was not my subject, not just yet, but as he looked into my eyes, he realized then that he could never defy me.

And I realized then, that this man's loyalty, was as great and powerful as I suspected.

As I pleasured him for all that I was worth, pleasured the very first subject I had gained since obtaning my skill, I gave him the very first command I gave anyone as a ruler.

"Cum down my throat," I mentally ordered him... and so he did, his body losing control and a veritable blob of cum, thick and strong, so much so that I could almost feel it traveling down his shaft through my hands and lips, was spat out like a cannonball down my throat, almost entirely filling up my stomach with his very first cumshot.

It was amazing. It was incredible. It turned me on so, so much, that I could drive a man crazy like this. I understood, then, what the pervy servants had been trying to teach and show me. I understood, to a certain extent, somewhat.

I pulled back, and continued pumping his shaft, as his second, thick and plentiful if not as much as the first, shot exploded directly into my mouth, and I was able to savour and taste it, delighting in its thick, bitter and so very masculine flavor.

I had barely swallowed when the third shot came, and I knew I could not swallow a fourth, which was quickly coming, so I pulled all the way off, placed my hands before my face, palm up, and looked deep into his eyes with a smile.

He grasped his shaft and the idea in an instant, pointing it directly at my face as I swirled the cum in my mouth, and then he sprayed his thick, slightly yellowish baby batter all over my face, almost gluing my eyes shut from the amount and thickness.

I swallowed the cum in my mouth, and showed him my empty mouth.

The Captain of the Palace Guard panted, and after a few seconds, took a step back.

I smirked at him. "Well... will you find time to give me some, ah, one on one training, Sir Otto?"

He looked at me, and I knew that I had him, and that he would do as I desired.

"I'll, I'll always have time for you, my princess," he said.

"Good..." I said, licking my lips and collecting some more of his deliciously salty juice. 

Ensuring loyalty, obtaining training and even getting to have fun. Maybe this whole "making sure nobody's trying to screw dad from behind the scenes" business wouldn't always be just a ton of unrewarding, unsung work. As long as I had a day like this every once in a while, I mused, I'd be okay with it.

Captain Otto even got a proper training uniform in my size. And if I just so happened to make a few modifications to it that made it juuust that little bit tighter, that made my ass and tits stand out just that tiny little bit more, so he paid even more attention to my body when we trained... well, that was a secret between him, me, and his dick.