Pharaoh's First Love

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“I was just concerned about you Calion, about our kingdom. My door is always open… as are my legs for you, my pharaoh.” She said, letting her gaze linger on Shelyn for awhile before finally turning to leave.
Shelyn let her talk. Turning to face Calion and taking his chin in her fingers to turn him to face her. She sweetly kissed him as Mirien bitched. Because thats all she could do.
Shelyn knew there was more to it than fucking. She knew there was passion and excitment. She knew the difference in love making and fucking. Her and Calion both knew they did this for a reason. Simple as that. So what they had was much more than what he with any of them. Mirien taught him to fuck. Simple. But Shelyn...she could teach him what it was to be truly loved by someone who didnt have to. Who didn’t fear him. Who wasn’t Jin. She could show him the literal beauty in the very ground that was worshipped beneath his feet. The beauty in creating life.
Her tongue pushed past his lips. Then tangled and caressed upon his. Uncaring if this bitch left at this point. Shelyn was going to have him. Just because she refused to let him forget. They belong to each other.
Her mind raced through ideas. Feelings as she moved one of his hands to her breast. Taunting him. "You owe me...an apology..." she panted between kisses. "My pharaoh..please get on your knees and kiss your goddess until she screams in forgiveness." She continued. Offering a begging tone in hopes he understood she wanted his face between her legs once again. Only, still upset inside she wanted the control.
Mirien left, rolling her eyes, though still fuming at the insolence of that little girl. She wanted nothing more than Shelyn to one day find herself heart broken, thrown away, so that Mirien could laugh in the girl’s face when she told her she told her so. Maybe it would be awhile until Calion grew bored, but it didn’t mean Mirien couldn’t try and speed that along in her own ways.
Calion however had his mind firmly off of Mirien and instead only wanted more of Shelyn, having been denied her for hours and not just in a sexual way. She had been hurting deeply and he only had wanted to comfort her, but all the same he would have given her space and tried not to push her into such things especially on today of all days.
Squeezing her breast through the thin dress his other hand placed upon her back as his lips parted and he met her tongue, brushing against her own firmly and hotly. He just wanted to be with her, whether it was holding her or having her tongue down his throat. His nails pressed against the supple skin of her back as he heard her words. Did she really dare just ask the pharaoh to get on his knees and please her?
Such an act was frowned upon by other males, a sign of weakness, although Calion hardly cared what happened behind closed doors. “Yes, my goddess.” He whispered softly, hands falling to her waist as he turned her off from his lap and stood up, eyeing down at her before biting his cheek. He knelt down on the floor, looking up into her eyes. “I am yours.” He said softly again, hands slowly peeling up the bottom of her dress to uncover her pale legs, heart pounding in his chest. Even if he’d seen and been in her already his veins still pulsed at the very idea of seeing her again. And as her dress rose higher his hot panting breaths soon began to spill against her thighs and flower. With a groan he leaned down and sucked and lightly bit high up her inner thigh. “You are divine~” He said, breathing in her lustful scent.
She stood biting her lip as she watched this proud man get upon his knees for her. Just hearing him made her happy. He was hers. But she really couldn’t wait for him to start apologizing.
Her hands held her skirt up. Still she wore no panties. Of course he knew this. But like a good girl she went all day without them.
Lifting the leg he nibbled she draped it over his shoulder. Happy to put it up for him.
Her fingers comb his hair back and grasp it tight as she looks down at him.
"Hardly as divine as seeing you in such a way just to please me." She admitted. It was nice seeing him willing to do it because she asked. It was delightful. She couldn’t associate this act with anything other than delightful.
With his left hand he cupped the outside of the leg which hung over his shoulder, caressing her supple skin with his palm as his cheek brushed and nuzzled against the smooth inner thigh of her leg. His right hand traveled up behind the one leg she used to stand on the ground, all the way up until he cupped her little bottom and he looked up, flicking his blue eyes up to hers as she stood above and looked down.
“I’m sorry my goddess. Please allow your pharaoh to make it up to you. May my lips and my tongue make up for any slight against you, Shelyn.” He said in a soft voice, his breath falling warmly against her flower as he was so close, and then the hand upon her bottom applied pressure, forcing her smooth petals to meet his lips as Calion parted his lips and greedily let his tongue slither between her folds and lick her inner fruit.
His loins grew warm as she grasped his hair tightly, something about her taking control he found very arousing. For a man where no one dared told him what to do it was taboo for him to give over control, although if Shelyn kept it up he would undoubtedly do anything she requested and seek to leave her writhing in pleasure, just as he’d writhe in pleasure at the sight of her pink fruit spread open and bare for him.
Shelyn let out a heavy gasp as her body met his mouth. Her eyes closed as she let herself melt into him. Her head fell back a moment as her toes curled against his back.
If anything this was near the perfect apology. How could she not forgive and forget that terrible moment? After this she was sure she would be hungry or  thirsty.
"Calion~" she moaned out heavily.
With his lips and tongue full of ‘her’ Calion grew more aggressive in his desires, as if she were a drug and he was unable to control his desires for her. The much bigger male leaned into her mound more hungrily, his forehead pressing against her pelvic region before pushing a bit more to set her off balance and have her body fall back so she was seated on the soft bed with Calion’s lips still firmly between her thighs.

“Is what you said true?” He asked, softly in between licking and sucking upon her button. “About wanting to build a future? Having my child? Becoming my wife? Are you sure you can handle having a pharaoh as your husband? You must know you’ll be in pretty high demand after all…” He traced the tip of his tongue from the bottom of her slit, drifting upwards along her hole and further to caress against her button. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Him pressing her back caused a slight stumble. Freeing his hair as she did. Leading to a heavier fall that he probably calculated. She squeaked. Landing on her back with a slight bounce. Took a moment between the shaking and moaning to hear him.
"I..am sure can handle being the wife if a pharaoh..." she admitted
Sitting up on her elbows to look at him. Giving a sincere look or at least trying to. But she certainly wasn’t lying. Hard to lie with his face buried in her lap.
"Is...that what you want to?"
“Remain faithful to me, love me, worship me, please me and be there for me and I will return to you the same Shelyn.” He lifted his chin, which was glistening in her juices to look up at her. “I will love and honor you, but don’t be mistaken I don’t expect it to always be easy upon you. I would like to be able to give you my all, but such a thing may be too much for you. I do hope you will be able to handle it.” Calion said, warning her that if he opens his heart and falls for her he will remain faithful, although she must be aware he will desire her and want things from her which she may deem inappropriate or too tiring. With that he spread her pale legs open wide and looked down to her hot pink fruit before burying his face into her again. “I need you, Shelyn.” He mumbled, obviously she had woken his desires and even if she was sore she would need to satisfy the beast she had awakened.

Amarie quietly opened the door, several dresses hung from her arm as she was completely unaware of the fact Mirien had entered earlier and she had only hoped that these new dresses would brighten Shelyn’s day if only a little. Considering how things had left so awkwardly between Calion and Shelyn she hadn’t imagined the pharaoh’s face would be down between Shelyn’s thighs and so she let out an embarrassed gasp before quickly averting her eyes and walking over to the nearby chair to set down the dresses. She didn’t dare interrupt, and considering she hadn’t been dismissed for the night she decided she’d wait around until Shelyn told her to return to her room, which she didn’t want to do.
What he asked for wasn’t impossible. Nor was it difficult. She still had learning to do she was sure. Much like him, who also had learning to do. She gave him a soft nod of understanding.  Shelyn moaned out in a full breathless sound. Her back arching and hands finding the sheets upon the bed. Grasping them tightly in her hands. Currently no idea Amarie had returned and could hear her enjoying this apology Calion gave her.
She gave him at least 10 minutes before she quivered. Sitting up and pulling away slightly and pulling her dress up and off. "Please have me." She panted. "Please accept my own apology Calion.?" She continued. Eyes glossed as she looked at him. Her little flower glistening from how excited and forgiving she was. She sat there exposed to him except for the emerald necklace he put on her.
There was something about feeling her body twitch and writhe to each touch and lick he placed upon her that just sent him wild, and further as she panted breathlessly and stripped the gown from off her pretty pale body. He could not deny her request, and in all fairness… if she didn’t offer he would have likely been unable to resist trying to take her to begin with. Sitting back Calion stood up and undid the formal robes he’d worn to the funeral, letting the expensive fabric drop and pile at the floor as his tanned body was entirely uncovered for her and he stood engorged and ready to ‘bond’ with her.
He moved to kneel upon the bed before her and looked down lovingly into her eyes before lowering his lips to kiss along her collarbone, letting them travel down towards her pert nipples as his tongue ran over and sucked upon them. “You like being my good girl Shelyn? My only? My little goddess whose legs only wrap around me?” He mumbled against her breast as his waist dipped and the head of his hot member grinded against her petals. She was always so clean and perfect looking, but it turned him on to think she’d get so dirty just for him.
"Yes, my darling pharaoh." She repeated. Tilting her head back as she simply enjoyed the kisses of his lips upon her skin. Her flower wetting his hot and firmly stiffened appendage. Creating a sticky bond between them as he taunted her with it.
"Please accept my apology?" She whimpered to him sweetly. Innocently. His. This was in a way their first "fight". And what better way to make up than make love and continue bonding to create a single perfect being between them?.
Her skin tingled when he latched upon her nipple. The raw gem rested out if place up her upper chest had begun to snag her blonde hair. Her legs weak from waiting on him to accept and sink into her once again.
“Of course my sweet little lover.” He said, releasing her nipple as he rested more of his chest down upon her and moved his lips to the side of her neck, accepting her apology as he took a deep breath and in one fell swoop sank the swollen shaft into her being, stretching her walls as her slick insides coated him and he bottomed out within her, pulsing and throbbing as his hips grinded against her, savoring the tight warm embrace she offered him.

Little by little she would not be the fresh new virgin and instead would be molded perfectly to fit him. Each time would result in less pain and more pleasure for her. And while Calion was not brutally rough he did desire her as if a stallion in rut and his actions showed as his arms wrapped around her and he began pumping, taking her flower time after time. Taking pride in knowing these tight warm walls would only ever be for him and that she alone from now on would only feel his heart throb within her flower.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he sank in. Her face hiding for a moment against his neck as she took a small moment to adjust yet again. Her heart raced in her chest as he embraced her and began to love her.