Pharaoh's First Love

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Despite having his harem beside him, touching his body and feeding him as he desired his bluish/grey eyes fell upon the blonde haired woman who was in the midst of talking to the young prince. Calion had not yet sired any heirs, and as such his brothers were still in line to seek the throne should he ever fall. Of course, Calion was wise enough to see that his brothers weren’t slighted. He gave them plenty of free reign, allowed them any woman or male they desired to bed, to lead battles and make trade arrangements. His youngest brother was also permitted much freedom too, although in the case of the pretty young blonde she simply overstepped a boundary. He knew she meant no harm, but… how easy it would be to imprison her for such a small act. Make her… work her ‘debt’ off in the way he so desired. That is how many came into his harem. Free peoples that had lost their freedom due to ‘crimes’ against the pharaoh or his family. And as always Calion was in the market of procuring pretty new girls to entertain himself with. He was neither evil nor too outstandingly abusive, but if he liked what he saw or if his curiosity was piqued, he would go after any he wished would to. After all, he was worshipped as a god and as a god should he deny himself anything?
The pretty little blonde was escorted to a cell where she was left for hours to ponder about what her fate would be. She could be sold off to do manual labor in the construction of new temples or pyramids. She could be sold off to some rich noble in need of more servants. She could just as easily be sentenced to death as there was a habit of sacrificing at least one young virgin on every significant holiday to appease the gods.

Hours passed with her left to wonder before finally someone arrived, but it was not the pharaoh himself, but instead his lead concubine, Mirien, a beautiful tanned skin and dark-haired woman who had not been born in nobility, simply had a way at making the king melt before her. She had no true problem with the king getting off in any slit he happened to find appealing, although she made more than certain these girls knew their standing and that they were nothing more than decadent meat for the king to be filled. That they had better not get any ideas of siring any children. After all Mirien could not have children, but due to her web of spies within the kingdom she kept tabs on all the concubines and made sure if any showed signs of being pregnant that those children would never see the light of day, and thus… the king would never have an heir nor a wife. Dressed in fine silks with golden jewelry adoring her neck, wrists, ankles, pierced nipples covered by cloth and other piercings the eye would not see the woman in her now thirties eyed up the scrawny little blonde with narrowed eyes. “My oh my, haven’t you made quite the mistake little bird. Tell me, how many fingers do you think is fair to cut off for touching the brother of a god?” She asked, it was a tease, but she couldn’t help but scare the young girl. After all, while the Pharaoh got his pleasure laying with anything that happened to catch his eye, she… got pleasure from manipulating and tormenting her underlings and making sure they understood they were nothing more than a vessel to receive the king’s cum and nothing more.
Shelyn glanced at the much older woman. "I would rather accept death than lose my hand. And if the god pharaoh wishes to have my blood stain his very bath, I still will not apologize for teaching a the young prince to appreciate music."
Even facing death she protested about being wrong. After all she was a humble musician. A free slave herself, granted a wonderful talent and blessing of the goddess Shelyn, of music and beauty. "It is my duty to teach those who desire to know. Just like its clearly your duty to lay on your back." To Shelyn she was much cleaner than this concubine was and she wouldn’t allow that filthy woman to scare her.
Shelyn was dressed in white. And because of her profession she was decorated just for the occasion. Her golden hair beneath a white tulle patterned with flowers. And her gown was modest despite the diving neck line of her dress. Her ankles seized by golden rings. Two each. Of course she was dressed to cover rather than pull attention. Even if she was just entering her 20s.