Pharaoh's First Love

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“Is it wrong to see you as such?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked with hers even as she lay mostly bare to him now, his left hand settling upon to cup her outer thigh, his right hand moving to cup her left breast, lightly taking hostage her pink little nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I only want to make sure you don’t break on me. After all there is only one of you in the world or are you saying I’ve become too gentle?” He asked, letting her hands do as they pleased even if she wanted to undo and have his lower robes drop, already as he stood before her, wrapped in her legs and with her pale body mostly exposed his lustful blood coursed through is body, heating his skin and causing his member to begin filling. Naturally he had no shame in growing aroused by her, even if she was bleeding for the time being. “I wonder if you’re too proper a woman to accept such things as having your nipples teased or worse while you’re in such a condition. You are sweet and innocent, aren’t you? Certainly not dirty, right?” He asked, squeezing her nipple lightly.
"Hh~" she offered this little moan to him. Cheeks burning as his robes fell and her hand boldly took hold of his swelling member. "I am me...." she reminded him. "I am yours.... that is all there is to it." She explained. Fingers starting to stroke upon him
With his forehead resting against hers, his breath falling against her lips as his larger body leaned forward and over her. His midsection tensed and tightened at the feel of the freedom from his clothing and more to her slender fingers which did wrap and began to stroke along. “Seems as if you’re growing comfortable with such things. As if you aren’t afraid to take what is yours. How do you like it, lover? How do you like knowing what throbs and swells so warmly within your grasp is only for you? Who would have thought that sweet angelic music player of a few days ago would be sitting upon the counter, legs spread, topless, and looking at me with such eyes.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss, by which doing so his waist neared closer with the tip nudging gently against her panties. Calion pressed against her breast, pushing her to lay on her back as her legs hung off the counter and around his waist, his fingers tracing down her body, over abdomen and resting against her waist as his eyes looked down hungrily upon her bare body.
She kissed him back. But rather than the clingy and loving type she often gave, it was a kiss after kiss. Taunting and teasing him as she replied to him. "It fills me with joy to know that i was given such an opportunity. To know that i, such a sweet and angelic music player, could be given something to experience outside of my own little world...." she admitted. So far aside from that woman she enjoyed this between them. So far he only showed interest rather than simple desire before tossing her aside.
As he pushed her back her fingers freed his member. Hands resting on either side of her head. Tangled in those golden strands. Each breath filled her thin frame. No doubt becoming pregnant would drastically show upon her.
As Calion stood before her and the table his body was bare and as expected her teasing and the sight of her body had indeed produced effects upon his body. She was such an odd mix of contradiction. So angelic and innocent in appearance while at the same time she laid so lewdly and even had coaxed this arousal within him to manifest. She was at once a good girl and yet she was mixed with primal desire the likes of which he’d only seen in his concubines. She was his good, filthy, girl and he couldn’t help but crave her.