Pharaoh's First Love

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His strong heart pumped hot and lustful blood throughout his body as he only simply left his hands upon her hips, granting her control as he was curious as to what had gotten into the girl who had been so innocent the morning earlier. Calion wasn’t concerned how it might look to allow a female to have the more dominant position for the time being, he didn’t see the need to worry about petty things when in the end he enjoyed it. So, as she raised her body he leaned forward and began to kiss and pant against her sternum, warm breath falling against her pale flesh which was poorly concealed by the gold top she wore.
As she teased him by rubbing his head along her increasingly wet slit his eyes dilated as he looked up to her and kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue within the recess of her mouth as he throbbed strongly within her grasp while yearning for her to ‘seal’ the two of them fully. “Take your seat upon this throne that only you are worthy of sitting upon.” He mumbled against her lips, the sloppy wet kiss as he couldn’t get enough of her lips, her tongue, her body entirely. He desired her profusely and wanted nothing more than for them to ‘defile’ the small room in the ornate jewelry shop. To have the two of them spiral into the abyss of passion. He wanted her to make a mess upon him, just as he craved to leave a mess within his innocent lover. His waist raised up, needily wanting his tip to slip inside as she could surely understand how much he needed her.
She panted against his lips. Everything seemed to run together as he spoke. His rising hips pushed her little flower petals apart. Just not enough for her hand to let him free. Her hand kept him from going in too far. Just far enough for him to feel how hot she had become in the moment.
Her tongue twisting and licking about his own. Drowning in this exciting moment that at any moment they would be interrupted. And how exciting it might be to hear someone apologizing for interrupting Calion in having what he wanted. Or her 'earning' what she wanted. Be it this store or something later on.
Soon enough she stopped teasing them. Letting him free and her weight finally slowly lowering onto him. His girth spreading her wide open yet again. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, slipping her fingers into that dark hair that he had pulled back. A hot moan passing her lips and against his as she settled fully into his lap. Upon a throne she had claimed by her worth.
Calion’s eyes fluttered and rolled back as his chin tilted upwards to the ceiling while his jaw hung agape. The hands upon her hips tightened, pressing his nails against her flesh, firmly but not painfully as she began the slow descent upon his shaft, feeling her ever warm and inviting walls spread and try their best at accommodating his girth as she so tightly gripped around his organ, sinking lower and lower.
The door opened silently as a servant girl carrying a pitcher to refill their water glasses came in. As far as servants went she was fairly low and could never hope to be part of the pharaoh’s concubine, the best bet would be that of a noble or rich merchant taking her on, but as the pharaoh’s impassioned moans spread throughout the room when Shelyn finally settled the girl shyly looked down and bowed her head apologetically quickly shutting the door just as fast as it was opened.
Calion leveled out his chin, bringing it back down to look into Shelyn’s eyes with a smirk as he heavily pulsed inside her. His skin was radiant as yet again it seemed as if he was brimming with life as if he only grew stronger, more beautiful, more powerful when he ‘bonded’ with another. “Seems we certainly won’t be bothered now.” He said breathily, they had been discovered, there was no reason for them to try and hide matters. After all the jewelry store owner should feel blessed the pharaoh would use his shop for such things.
Part of Shelyn felt proud to be seen this way. Her, a simple daughter of well-respected doctors and a sister to a very decorated and beloved soldier, picked to belong to the Pharaoh these people praised so highly. However, she felt upset people will only see her as a very lucky and favored concubine until Calion made it known she was anything but one. She wouldn’t settle for being on the same level as his so-called favored concubine, Mirien.
"I doubt even if we are you will stop." She admitted before rolling her hips. Adjusting herself slightly so that rocking forward and back would be a bit more comfortable. Legs bent under and at his sides. She gently started to rock. Keeping in mind the motion from that morning. Knowing full well he could turn the tables at any moment.
“You have good intuition.” He said playfully before placing one hand upon the middle of her back, the other caressing through her hair as he helped her rock and ride upon the pharaoh’s staff. Passionately he kissed her as he used her body to satisfy him, taking great pleasure in being within one so pure. She was right he would not stop, even if it was found out his country was under attack, he’d likely tell them fifteen or twenty more minutes wouldn’t be a detriment.

As she grinded her cute flower against him he began to pant heavier against her lips, against her neck for the time being. Losing track of time as it didn’t matter to him how long this took, he only cared about being with her in this moment. But there came a time when he yearned for more and in a moment his arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her into his body and lifting her up as he remained deeply buried from within, making space upon the table before he set her down upon her back her pale legs spread open on either side as he stood before her, still within her, using an arm to lift up and off entirely the robes he wore until his tone sun-kissed skin was fully revealed and he held a great view of the thick appendage that was sunken within her. Her flower so warmly wrapped around his base and giving him a hint of the pink flesh to see from above.
He placed a warm palm down upon her belly as he looked down into her eyes, his waist beginning to move as he pumped in and out of her. “You’re beautiful Shelyn, and you are forever mine.” He said, watching down upon her body as her breasts bounced each time he sank in, watching the expression upon her face as he claimed the dear girl yet again.

She moaned sweetly into his ear as her slow grinds rewarded her with a pleasant feeling if him stirring within her. As if he were beating against the walls.
The air felt thick and heavy like they were covered in thick black wool and in the sun for hours.
When he stood her legs wrapped around him for a moment. The chains of the jeweled outfit click and clack as he settled her upon the heavy wooden table.
Her arms fall from his shoulders to lay around her head. Her light-colored hair like wings of golden feathers beneath her. Her legs free him as her eyes shift from the ceiling to watch him strip free of the confides of his own robes.
She felt herself lost within him.
"You’re just as lovely, Calion" she whispered before her head tilted back as a moan flooded her mouth. Hands grasp at hair and the table edge to help give some relief to the strain she felt. Trying to choke back loud moans of pleasure.
“That’s it lover, let it all out.” He said in a breathy tone his hips closing the gap time and time again, although it wasn’t overly aggressive, simply enjoying the feeling of her as he watched her cling to the edge of the table. Reaching down he positioned her legs so the knees would be bent and the bottoms of her feet would rest upon the other edge of the table, spread open for him as both his hands slid down her thighs to hold her, lock her, into place.

It was then as she was at his ‘mercy’ that Calion’s blows became fiercer. This was not an attempt to hurt his beloved, but to fill her entirely, to show her how it would feel to give her body over entirely to one so strong so… ‘godly’. He wanted her voice to ring out and for the two of them to share in carnal bliss together. The room grew humid, their skin sticky, the aroma of primal passion permeated the air as time after time his waist drove forward and sank himself into her. “Sing for me lover, or are you too shy to let everyone know you’re mine and I am yours?” He teased, slipping a hand up and parting the chains of gold to lightly pinch her nipple and twist gently.
Shy was in a way right. Despite her bravery to get to this point and partake in such a glorious act was one thing. She could barely contain herself now let alone after he started to get rougher. Her toes curled and her back arched in utter bliss.
Shivering out her calls of pleasing favor. Even as he created a mess that no doubt soaked his pelvis region as well as her ass and some of the table.
Louder. Louder. echoing out as his name boldly passed her lips. Unable to contain how much she truly enjoyed this as her eyes fluttered.
No doubt anyone outside this room heard. No doubt many might be listening. Or rather the guard was blushing at hearing his pharaoh's name sang in such a pure way. Heavy breaths stuttered in her chest.
Calion was thoroughly enjoying himself, her, as he shamelessly laid claim to his divine doll. Basking in pure bliss as each time he fully buried within she’d grace his pelvic region in her nectar, the very same nectar that seeped down his shaft, coating his sack as well as streaming down to lewdly wet her ass and the table beneath. As if they had to be concerned about making a mess, if anything it would bring fame to the shop should such a story circulate.
Banging and creaking began to increase as the table became their lewd orchestra while both of them moaning was the chorus. Her gold ‘clothing’ clinked and clanged against itself as he took her and kept steady eye contact to watch her typically cute and innocent face now contort in lewd pleasure.
“Who’s your king?” He’d ask. “Who’s your pharaoh?” “Who’s my little lover? Who’s my queen?” Calion would ask such things from time to time, anticipating hearing her admit aloud to him and any eavesdroppers as to who he claimed and who she claimed, a hand dipping beneath the table as he cupped her slick ass and circled the tip of his index finger around the rim of her other hole, a little threat that if she didn’t boldly shout out and answer such things that she’d find another spot filled by his divine touch.
It was like he wanted her to be loud. He however made it difficult not to oblige.