Pharaoh's First Love

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She nestled herself into a comfortable position. Pulling legs up higher on his sides she tucked her arms on his sides. Elbows to knees and her hands under shoulders. As if hugging him.
She nodded to him. "Yes...I think I can. I will try." She replied softly.
Everything he said made her feel bad for not letting him continue. But at least so far this was a comfortable start to her new life. And soon she fell asleep beneath the sheet and her first night as Calion's.
He held her in his protective embrace finding her entirely adorable with how she positioned herself and how willing and obedient she was in trying to make this transition for the both of them to go as smooth as possible. He understood she was scared, vulnerable, and at risk of causing herself more emotional pain by falling for the pharaoh so soon, but he couldn’t help trying and reassure these concerns away by simply being his godly self.
He laid there for a while, gently caressing along her skin as she rested herself atop him, her scent and the sound of her light breathing lulling him to sleep soon enough as he fantasized about her. In inappropriate ways, but also in more endearing ones such as how life might be should the two get married and curious how prideful he’d feel in having her and also limiting himself to only her.
Prone to sleeping with others nearly every night of his adult life Calion’s body did as it normally did while he slept. Latching onto her, his hands caressing softly upon her skin, and by very early morning with her positioned in a way previous concubines had in the past his body was conditioned. So much so that as per usual he grew aroused through the night, and many times his waist would raise to sink into his concubines warm depths, only Shelyn was a virgin and too tight for such things, though nevertheless his head and shaft touched and began to lightly grind against her flower as he slept half consciously.
Her body was no different than any other woman's. Him grinding upon her made her body react as it should. After all she was a healthy woman who was sexually capable of getting aroused. Wet. The more he rubbed upon her the wetter she became. Coating him as well.
She groaned in her sleep. Turning her head and taking a deep breath. "Calion...don’t drop the birds in the sand..." she said tiredly.
Still half asleep Calion simply acted as he would when sleeping with any other concubine. One hand moving up to the back of her head to weave his fingers through her hair and keep her cheek pressed against his chest, the other placing a firm palm upon her bottom, pushing down on her body as his waist and hips greedily moved up to rub against her. His grinding growing gradually heavier with each pass that he made.

Had he been awake he might have had second thoughts of doing this, after all she was innocent and likely having his own organ touch her in such a place would be harder for her to accept than even his fingers having stroked her.
The gentle grinding turned more passionate as time went on, lips parting as he began to pant softly, his head pressing against her button before sliding along her slick valley and getting further coated in her nectar along his shaft. At some point soon the passionate grinding would be so heavy and fast enough pace that one or both would need to awake. And even then… would he stop after being so tempted and now so aroused?
Him moving was enough to make her stir once again. Her cheeks hurt from the way they burned upon realizing what was happening.
She gave a small struggle to get her arms free. Moving one arm up and grasping his nose in attempts to wake him since he held her in place.
"Calion...? It hurts..."
He gasped upon the air being cut off from his nose as his eyes opened wide in confusion as to what she was on about. Although it only took a few seconds of pulsing and throbbing against her slick flower and the feel of her nectar cooling his shaft that made him realize what had stirred her awake.
Immediately his heart throbbed in fear. ‘It hurts’. Was this wetness blood? Had he accidentally taken her in his sleep? “Shelyn? I… didn’t…” He slipped a hand down between their bodies, moving his member aside for a moment as he let his fingers rub along her smooth lips, noticing just how wet she’d become to the touch before withdrawing his hand to check for any red.
Curiously he raised a brow and looked back up at her. “Does it… really hurt?”
She released his nose the moment he woke. Giving him a very innocent look of unsure how else to explain it. Him rubbing on her only warranted a moan and furthering her blush stained face. But luckily no blood. Just very turned on in her own right. Aside from his shaft, his groin area was also becoming wet.
"You...were pressing on it weirdly. And not exactly in the right spot."
She protested in admission. Now it sounded like she wasn’t going to stop him. Of course, this made her feel awkward now that they had become like this.
Because it was in the very early morning hours the room was still dark and therefore it gave her a little bit of privacy from him seeing how deep her blush was, although the heat that poured off her body suggested she was mildly embarrassed, or turned on, or both as the case may seem. But what truly caught his curiosity was her phrasing. ‘The right spot’. Was she suggesting to him she would like to continue, so long as he was mindful to hit the right areas?
With his chest rising and falling with each breath the pharaoh found himself wanting her quite deeply. Had she been a typical concubine he wouldn’t hesitate in piercing her and using her until he spilled inside, but even if he wasn’t able to now he couldn’t help but wonder if it was possible to grind against her and reach sweet relief that way.
“And what spot would you be referring to?” He finally asked, letting his hips drop as his member stood fully vertical against, nudging against her little button as he pressed up, causing it to grind past and slip between her petals and accidentally threaten her little hole. Then he repeated the motion again. “Tell me where you want it~” He whispered softly against her ear.
Yet again she found herself in that same position as earlier. And mildly finding it hard to want to continue denying him. What exactly was she continuing to refuse him for? Love? He begged her to be his  so that they equally could belong to each other. He told her he was expecting to marry her. Unless she dreamed that part.
She lifted her hips. And allowed his member to fall forward between them before she rested her little flower against his hard shaft. Positioning them much like when they were in the bath. Another attempt to tame him until he decided that this wasn’t good enough.
"Like this?"