Pharaoh's First Love

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"You’re my king...my pharaoh!" She yelled out in a passionate moan. Grasping tighter to the table. "I am your lover.." "I am your queen.." she continued. Each time he asked she replied again and again in that loving moaning tone of voice he seemed to enjoy.
No longer able to hold back she gave him a release of pent up hot frustration. Her legs trembled as more of her nectar fell upon him
To Calion love making was just as much mental stimulation as it was physical. He stirred him to hear her confess such things in the tone and loudness that she moaned them. The fact that by the end he had felt a splash of warm spill from her as her legs trembled and laid wide open as her toes and feet curled against the edge of the table. The sight of her losing herself to pleasure only fueled his desire and arousal for him as he found it ever so stimulating, a turn on, to see her contort and writhe in such a way.

“That’s… my…. Good… girl…” He said slowly, loudly breathlessly between withdrawing his hips nearly fully before driving himself into her lush walls heavily between each word. “You are mine and I am yours.” He moaned loudly as his head tilted back and jaw fell open while the pharaoh shuddered and spilled his hot seed inside her, wave after another wave and even a third filled her as she laid splayed, spread, and dripping upon the table. “And soon, you’ll be much more.” He said, his eyes a mix of love, passion and lust as he stared down on her, still sank within, his palm caressing along her abdomen as if willing his seed to take root. Of course, it’s not as if he’d mind having to try a couple dozen times to make sure the seed took.
Her body shivered at his release. As if he were the cause of this. She panted heavily. Mouth felt cold and dry. As if she had eaten sand.
Taking a moment to calm down before finally looking up to him. Hands of her own finally letting the table free as she sat up. Slowly and placed her hands upon his chest. Then she kissed the very center of it.
"Have I pleased you enough to satisfy you at least until after you have eaten tonight?" She asked softly. Hoping he was pleased even just a little bit would make her happy. Hearing it would make leaving this room less embarrassing if anything.

“Eaten what tonight?” He asked, with a raised brow, but of course he was just teasing as his hands cupped behind her head and pressed warm lips down upon her forehead and breathed in the lustful scent of the room. Closing his eyes for the moment to cherish this point of time before he smiled and nodded softly. “I’m very pleased Shelyn. Exceptionally so. Of course, it’s not to say I’ve had my fill of you, but I can wait. Thank you for being my mid afternoon treat, you’ve made your pharaoh very happy and I hope you can say the same…” He leaned in to her ear and whispered softly. “My good… ‘dirty’ girl.” He said, leaning in and placing a firm kiss to her cheek as if very proud of her.
Calion then withdrew, his eyes falling down, his member glistening in her nectar as it hung still so engorged, and he watched in satisfaction as his seed spilled from her lush valley. She likely thought he was a dirty and lewd man, but in truth he found her breath takingly beautiful to be seen in such a way, claimed by a god.
“We should probably get some clothes upon you I fear I might ravish you by the time you get to the door at this rate.”
By this time and with how long they had been gone Amarie had finished selecting food for dinner and had a hunch as to where the pharaoh and her lady had gone to. Not that she was upset, she happily minded Jin in the meantime, even if she was jealous. She was jealous of both Shelyn and Calion, not maliciously, but would crave either of them. Would crave the attention.

Shelyn wiggled up and off the table. "Well I can’t tell you about it...but until then will you at least let me free of these? Though I suspect now you’ll have to buy them after you used them to violate me." She said. Turning her back to him in hopes he might remove it.
In her mind she wondered how often he took Mirien here and did such things of if he ever promised her a marriage and chance for a family. Or even Amarie. How many times was she subject to an abortion....?
"Calion? May I ask for something..aside from the ring and...the other things I am wearing?" She questioned. Not that she wanted to buy the shop or waste her one earned request on pissing off Mirein...yet.
Calion stood behind her, looking down at the shorter girl as she turned her back to him so he might undress her. Even though she had satisfied him and now held the contents of his desire inside her womb she was still tempting to touch and hold. “I suppose buying these and maybe a couple similar outfits would be the honorable thing after using his shop for our afternoon ‘fun’.” Calion said, reaching down to undo her top, and then her bottom before hugging her from behind and pressing a warm kiss upon her neck.

“Of course dear. Ask and if it is within my power, I will do what I can to deliver it to you.” He said softly against her neck, his arms wrapped around, his palms upon her abdomen as he held her bare body and savored the moment, finding it difficult to let go and for the two of them to leave the room even though he knew they’d have to shortly.
"I’m just curious to know...did you do this with Mirien too? Or Amarie...the others? Promise them a life like this if they gave you a child? Pamper them with luxuries like this?"
She wasn’t sure why she asked. Did it really matter what he did in the past? Maybe it’s what Amarie said that was getting under her skin. What if this wasn’t her place because others had long since conceived and were robbed of that?
Last thing she wanted was to find out someone else deserved to be in this spot and she basically stole it. As if she were on Mirien's side. Of course, she wasn’t but still.
“I suppose the answer to that would be yes and no.” Calion said, withdrawing from his hug as he set the jewelry on the table and proceeded to dress himself in the robes he wore. “I typically pamper, to some extent, all of my concubines. After all, they made me happy so in exchange I don’t see the harm in rewarding them, but it’s important they remember what they are. Not that I’ve had to worry about such things, but a child from a concubine would be a bastard and I could not recognize that as an heir. Not only could I not recognize it, but it wouldn’t be officially recognized by the people and Yun would still remain next in line. So, even if I impregnated, or fell in love with a concubine they are stuck at that social status.”

“You’re probably confused about Mirien’s status though.” Calion said, turning his gaze upon Shelyn. He was open and honest even if Shelyn wouldn’t like to know just how many women he had laid with in his thirty years. “One could say she is a special case, or at least holds some sentimental value. After all, I had lost my parents at a fairly young age, around 12 and while I was pharaoh at the time much of the country’s management was dealt with by my advisors. Mirien is six years older than me and was gifted to me by the advisors upon my 13th birthday. She became a very close friend, and in some ways was a maternal force in my life after the void left by parents. By my 14th her companionship turned from that of a servant to that of a lover. She taught me many things, introduced to me experiences I had not had before. But in the end, she was and has always been a servant, a concubine for me to use as I please. It’s due to my gratitude to her that I positioned her to oversee my harem and she knew from even the first moment she met me that it would be impossible for her to ever rise beyond a concubine. So, did I pamper her? Yes. Did I love her? I think so, at some point in my life, but marriage was never on the table and she informed me from early on that she could not get pregnant.” Calion said, thinking back to his youth when Mirien locked her legs and convinced a young Calion that it was okay for him to spill inside her.

“You however were of free birth and of a respected status. If you must know Shelyn, I’ve never laid with a woman who was not a concubine before, so this is new to me as well.”
She pulled on her dressed as she listened. Truthfully, she didn’t like hearing it. She didn’t like hearing that tone when he talked about the same woman, she saw a side if that he justified. It simply meant she couldn’t ask him to ever send her away. And moreover...even if she forced the concubines to abort...it was simply justified still by such a thing. It made her feel sick.
She still couldn’t turn to look at him even when he brought her into the conversation. Even as she pulled on her sweater she felt completely. ...dirty.
No doubt Calion would find his way to that woman no matter what she wanted. The moment she became pregnant he would probably just leave her to her own bed and lay with others...or go to the one he sees as motherly just to relieve himself and be held.
She pulled her hands to her chest. Begging for strength to just accept this way. And the things she couldn’t change. Her fingers slipping off the ring she wanted and looking at it for a moment.
"Amarie is waiting on me...I should get back to her. We still have things to finish before the funeral..." she told him. Then proceeded to remove the earrings and necklace. Placing it all on the table and walking away towards the door.
Yet again she made herself miserable. As for the jewelry it was up to him at this point. She didn’t feel she deserved them. She was not his wife mostly. And why should she have anything nice when it was common, he gave nice things to all the girls he slept with.