Pharaoh's First Love

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“What could I do for you to forgive me for being so ‘cruel’?” He whispered while trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone. “I could think of a couple things to give you, but I am not entirely sure they would be rewards for you, and instead they might just be rewards for me.” He said, pressing his lips to her own and sliding his tongue deeply into her mouth as his hands wandered down along her back, squeezing her rump and having her lift a leg as he pressed his waist against her.
Now of course he ‘probably’ wouldn’t push things too far, although… he sincerely doubted he’d be able to resist her if she began to show interest. She could not know just how deeply he craved her…. Even if they didn’t finish there was something about just being inside her which made him feel so alive.
She gasped when he pressed in closer and kissed her neck. At first her nails scrapped against the fence.
No hesitation in kissing him back just as hard. Letting her tongue caress and dance against his own. Moving her hands to cup his cheeks and close her eyes.
Encouraging this behavior by not protesting.
His kisses, while hard, were intoxicating. His lips soft and warm. And the way his large body seemed to never end when she pressed close. She enjoyed the way he smelt. Like spices and herbs.
A firm hand kept her from stumbling about with only one leg planted.
He wondered, as his tongue danced with her own, just how she was adjusting to the fact that as of just a day ago now she was claimed as someone else. The goddess who had never dated nor ever had such attention from a male before. Would she find his pursuits odd? Perhaps they excited her? Did she feel guilty in being touched by another, or perhaps she craved more of it.

His hand slid beneath her dress to allow his fingertips and palm to caress along the outside of her thigh, reaching around to cup her bottom cheek as he continued to grind his tongue and his waist against her own. Now, he knew full well that they couldn’t get too heated, but all the same he was curious of what she might say. After all he wanted to know if she had regrets ever since she was left with a cum filled flower from this morning. He leaned his lips on near her ear and whispered hotly. “I want you in the worst ways, Shelyn. Right here… as we stand out in the open. Don’t you want to join with your pharaoh? Your…. Lover?” He said, the grinding of his waist letting her know his state of arousal. For all she knew he was quite serious in wanting to take her against the fence.
He made it so hard not to become aroused herself. Surely her could feel his clothes becoming damp as he grinds.
When he freed her lips, she gasped. Offering a hot pant as she grasped his arms again.
"You can’t. They will hear us." She admitted. She knew after this morning there was no part of her able to hold back in any kind of way. Especially with still being sore. Not to mention he might ruin her dress. Or his 'skirt'. Of course, she couldn’t actually stop him unless she really couldn’t handle another round yet. But she felt herself wanting it. Desiring that pleasuring heated feeling.
‘You can’t they’ll hear us.’ Her sweet voice in a hushed tone only brought a smile to his face. Sure, Calion knew he ‘shouldn’t’, but it was amusing to him to hear him told what he could and couldn’t do. “Oh no?” He whispered heatedly against her lips as the hand cupping her cheek slid lower, his fingers creeping towards the inner parts of her thighs as his middle finger gently spread her lips and coated himself in her nectar which was flowing from his beloved.
He knew they shouldn’t, but at the same time he needed to play. Even if it just left the two of them ‘frustrated’ for the rest of the day he couldn’t help himself as he stroked along her valley, pressing a finger over her button and dragging it back before dipping his middle finger inside her up to his second knuckle.
“Won’t you let your pharaoh inside, if only for a few seconds, my dear Shelyn?” He whispered against her neck, teasing her hole. He half expected her to say no… but another half thought she might actually let him inside. How bad could it be to lift her up and slide himself within just to throb inside her for a bit?
Her body shook. His taunting forcing her legs to stiffen.
"Calion...stop it..." she replied this time. Her fingers grasping tighter to his arms. She was trying hard. Very hard to not let him have such control that she subjected her sore insides to him so soon. Even though her swollen walls throbbed and clenched around the finger he greedily pushed into her.
A taste of how truly greedy he might be. Or rather what to expect when it came to being with him. If this morning hadn’t given him much to satisfy him for the morning, there was no way having her now would satisfy him until supper. At this rate she might as well be glued to him.
"I... I have to finish things before the service Calion.."
She reminded him

“I know love.” He said softly, drawing in her bottom lip to suck upon. She had been warned of his appetite and the reasoning behind having a harem, although he could stave off his ‘hunger’ for a bit. He simply missed her and being intimate with her, taking solace in the fact that where his hands were now were only for him to touch and no other.
“It’s enough to know you miss me too.” He said, commenting upon the way she grew slick as well as the way her walls clenched around the single digit.
He finally let her leg lower while his finger slid from inside her and he brought his back, casting her a lustful look as he cleaned his finger off with his own tongue.
“I’ll be looking forward to seeing you when you are finished.” He lifted her chin and kindly pressed his lips to her own. “I love you.” He said, before getting ready to head back to the palace. Satisfied enough to have lit a fire in her loins, it was exciting to him to see how responsive her body got for him. And like many of his concubines he enjoyed knowing they would begin dripping even being in the same room as he.

Shelyn's whole face turned red just watching him delight in tasting her. And even more so when he placed his lips to hers after. Allowing her the faintest of tastes of herself again.
It wasn’t until he spoke such words that she was blindsided. She gave a completely blank. Processing what she had just heard. Another game surely. Him teasing her. Had to be. He made it clear love wasn’t really his thing anyway unless she gave him something. Right?
She watched him turn and begin leaving. So, lost in thought she reacted without thinking. Reaching out to take his hand.
It wasn’t until she had done so that she realized it. Quickly pulling her hand away.
What on earth was she thinking!? Her mind screaming at how she just "endangered" herself by stopping him. "Come with me?" She questioned.

Calion turned to look over his shoulder at her while he raised his brow and looked down to his wrist as she had taken it and then let go. She seemed almost frightened, as if she had something to fear for touching him without permission. Of course, she had to know she wasn’t a servant and as such she was welcome to touch him.
“I would, but I find your very sight and aroma intoxicating. Chances are I may just have to pull you away to a vacant room at an inn to work out these issues.” He suggested, again he was teasing. He could wait… but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun at suggesting the idea.
Turning around he reached for her hand and entwined his fingers with her own. “I’ll accompany you my dear. Wherever you may like.” He said, not knowing she had ideas of going shopping for dinner soon.
Additionally, he was unaware that Amarie would have difficulties herself with Calion’s presence. Not that she disliked the man, simply she had more than been frustrated for months, even more so given the fact of hearing the two of them go at it this morning, although she knew her place well and would never seek to betray her lady.

Shelyn nodded. Pulling him along and back into the garden. "Calion? Why must you tease me this right now?" She asked softly as she closed the gate.
"You don’t have to lie about loving me..." she reminded him. Truthfully part of her didn’t think he was capable of it. And another part wanted to hear it again but in a heated passionate way.
His thoughts clearly contagious. She was starting to think like him.