by T. J. Quinn
“I’ll do my best to please you,” she assured him, breathing hard.
“That’s the spirit.” He leaned over and kissed her one more time before he released her and swam to the bathtub’s edge to grab a bath cloth and the soap bar. “We’ll start by bathing each other. That will allow you to know my body and what areas are more sensitive,” he instructed. “And, at the same time, I’ll show you the parts of your body that drive a man insane with lust and desire,” he added, with a mischievous grin.
Taking her hand, he dragged her to the lower part of the bathtub, and after rubbing some soap on it, he handed her the cloth. “Bathe me,” he said.
She looked at him with a sassy grin. “Yes, sir,” she accepted, teasing him a bit, though her heart was thundering so hard, a summer storm would look small in the face of it.
Taking a deep breath, she dared to look at his naked body for the first time. So far, she had kept her eyes on his face, but now, she was relishing his tall, muscled body, his narrow hips, and powerful legs. Between his legs, his penis hung, half-erected, bigger and thicker than she had ever imagined it could be.
In her whole life, she had only seen one boy’s penis, the one of her brother’s. He liked to swim naked in the Nile, and she had caught him several times coming out of the water naked. But his penis had nothing to do with the one hanging from this man’s loins. It was quite impressive, and her body seemed to react in a strange way to the sight of it.
Breathing a bit harder, she started to run the cloth over his body, starting with his neck and going down his chest. When she ran it over his hard nipples, he made her stop, covering her hand with his.
“Like on a woman’s body, a man’s nipples are sensitive and playing with them with your fingers, lips, and tongue is most welcomed and highly desired,” he explained. Taking her free hand and making her index swirl around his nipple a couple of times before he released her hand, encouraging her with his eyes to go on.
Taking a deep breath, she did as he wished, drawing small circles around his hard peak, pinching the tiny tip between her fingers. Feeling a bit bold, she rinsed the soap from his nipples and leaned forward to kiss them.
She scattered small kisses on both nipples, drawing fire trails between them before she dared to take her tongue out and lick it. Shyly at first, but encouraged by the muffled moaned that came out of his mouth, she quickly started to lick it and suck it, as if it was the sweetest treat she had ever tasted. At some point, she felt his penis jump and hit her stomach, and startled she stepped back.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered her, in a huskier tone.
“But…” she lowered her eyes to his throbbing penis, unsure.
“It’s supposed to do that,” he calmed her, pulling her close to him once more, pressing her face against his chest for a moment. “Go on.”
She went back to the kisses, licks, and sucks, going from one nipple to the other, combined with caresses from her fingers.
After a few minutes, he ordered her to continue bathing him and nodding, she ran the cloth all over his chest again, before she went lower. A bit intimidated by his penis, she chose to wash his legs first, but soon she had nothing else to wash but his intimate parts.
“Go ahead. It doesn’t bite,” he assured her, with an amused grin.
She huffed, and with shaky hands she covered his shaft with the cloth, running it all over the hard member, making sure to wash it thoroughly, but no matter how many times she washed the fluid coming out of the small hole, it kept oozing more. She looked at him, puzzled.
“It won’t stop,” he warned her, slightly amused. “Do you know how a man uses his cock when making love to a woman?” he asked, taking the cloth out of her hands.
“No… I mean… I have a basic idea, but not much more,” she admitted, blushing violently. She should have asked her mother to explain things to her, but now it was too late, and she would have to put up with the consequences.
He wrapped his hand around his hard shaft, gently stroking it. “This part of me, goes inside you, in any of your holes,” he explained, with a devious grin.
“My holes? What holes?” she asked, surprised.
He chuckled and with a finger, he grazed her lips. “Your mouth,” he pointed out, before he ran the finger down her chest towards her pussy, sliding inside her folds and grazing her entrance. “Your pussy,” he continued, and taking his hand lower, he reached her backdoor. “And your butt,” he concluded.
To say she was shocked was an understatement. She had guessed the pussy part, but not the other two. Was that normal? She had never heard of that, but then, how would she?
“I see…” she muttered, mesmerized with the idea of having his huge shaft inside her. It would never fit. Well, perhaps in her mouth yes, but the other two? It would never fit. “It won’t fit,” she told him.
“Yes, it will. They’ll stretch for me,” he assured her, with a wicked grin. “Would you like to take it in your mouth, for a start?” he asked, stroking his shaft a bit more.
She looked at him and at his penis, furrowing her brows. “Will you show me how?” Aneksi asked, shyly.
“Of course,” he replied, probably too eagerly. “Kneel in front of me,” he ordered, and she complied, watching him rinse the soap from his shaft. “Just do the same you were doing with my nipples and try to take me as deep as you can inside your mouth, swirling your tongue all over it.”
Trying to follow his instructions as best as she could, she swirled her tongue, all over the head of his penis, ripping a muffled groan from his lips.
“Yes, that’s it.” he encouraged her, and she went on.
She licked it a few more times, and the small hole gushed out more of the pearly fluid. Curious, she licked it off his skin, finding its taste a bit strange, but she had to admit she loved the saltiness of it, so she licked it all, feeling as his shaft became harder and bigger under her ministrations. Remembering he wanted her to put it in her mouth, she took the whole head inside it, at first, sucking at it in the process, before she tried to take it further inside.
The gagging feeling made her stop halfway in, so she pulled it out and tried again, going a bit deeper this time, since she knew now what to expect.
“Oh, you’re a natural,” he groaned, slightly shaking. “This feels awesome.”
Pleased with his words, she continued, stroking his shaft along with her sucking, and swirling her tongue all over the part that penetrated her mouth, making sure to collect all of his nectar, loving more and more its flavor.
After a while, he cupped her face with both hands, taking control of the thrusting and hastening the pace, going faster inside her mouth and even a bit deeper than she had taken it, but she relaxed as much as she could, not willing to ruin his pleasure.
It only took him a few more moments, thrusting in and out of her mouth, before he slid his shaft out of her and poured his essence all over her chest.
Still shaking and breathing hard, he looked at her, his eyes veiled with passion. “Next time, I’ll pour it into your mouth. Will you take it, Aneksi?” he asked, through ragged gasps.
“Yes, sir. I would love to,” she accepted, willingly.
Pleased, he pulled her up and kissed her stealing her breath away. “It’s my turn to bathe you,” he said, picking up the abandoned cloth from the bottom of the tub.
He soaped the cloth and repeated her moves exactly, washing her neck, wiping his cum from her chest and giving her nipples the same attention she had given his, making her legs shudder, and ripping moans of pleasure from her lips.
He kissed and kneaded, licked and caressed, nibbled and pinch, in a succession of moves that seemed designed to drive her insane.
She felt overwhelmed with the feelings and sensations rushing through her body, and she could feel something big was welling up inside her, though she had no idea what it was and it felt a bit scary.
But he didn’t stop. When he was done with her breasts, he took her to the tub’s edge and made he
r lay down there, spreading her thighs and exposing her pussy to him.
She tried to cover it with her hands, but he gently removed them.
“I want to see you, to touch you,” he said, with a lustful look in his eyes. “I’m surprised you’re shaved,” he said, and his tone denoted surprise but also approval.
“My mother insists on us having it shaved ever since we became women,” she explained, as heat colored her cheeks.
“Wise woman. Though some men prefer it natural, I have to admit this is much better,” he said, running the cloth all over it, washing it thoroughly, before he rinsed the soap out of it and putting the cloth aside once more. “It allows me to do this with no obstacles,” he added, as he ran his finger all over her mound a few times. Then he slid it inside her wet folds, running it up and down, sending jolts of energy through her whole body, making her moan and whimper, as whatever was welling up inside her felt bigger and about to explode.
He spread her folds, revealing her engorged clit, and before she could say or do anything, he had leaned forward, and captured it with his lips, licking its tip with his tongue.
The surge of pleasure that rushed down her body was so powerful, it accelerated the explosion of whatever was building inside her. With a loud moan, she felt as if wild waves crashed over her and pushed her over the edge into a new world where only pleasure and bliss existed. Her whole body shuddered and her heart was drumming so fast she thought it would break into a million little pieces.
Setau kept licking and sucking, getting all of her sweet nectar, teasing her clenching entrance for a while before he pushed a finger inside her, finding her barrier. He thrust his finger a few times in and out of her before thrusting a second one, slowly stretching her and preparing her for his cock. She could feel him playing with her pussy, but she wasn’t entirely aware of it, still lost in the haze of pleasure.
When he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, her whole body was once more aware of him and his touch.
He lay her down on the mattress, pushing the covers away and crouching between her legs, he went back to play with her clit and her entrance alternating his fingers and mouth until he had her hanging on the edge once more, eager for more.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispered in her ear, as he slid up, and claimed a kiss from her lips.
“Yes… oh… yes…” she muttered, barely able to utter the words.
“Just relax and allow me to make you mine,” he said, nibbling her earlobe and nuzzling her neck.
She nodded, and he rested the tip of his head at her entrance, for a few moments, his eyes locked on hers. He pushed his hips against hers, and she felt her barrier break to allow him in, and though she was sure it should have hurt, it didn’t. Other than a bit of pressure, all she felt was pleasure as he stretched her walls on his way inside her.
After a few moments, he pulled out, just to push back in, this time faster and deeper in a rhythm that soon was taking her over the edge, again and again. Her walls were now clenching hard around his shaft, dragging him with her into that fabulous world of pleasure he had conjured for her.
He collapsed over her, with his face buried in the crook of her neck, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She didn’t recall when she had put them there, but they felt so right there, she didn’t bother removing them.
“Was it good for you?” he asked when the waves finally subsided. The smile on his face told her he knew the answer to his question, but she didn’t mind answering it.
“Yes. I didn’t know it was this pleasurable,” she admitted, with a lazy smile. “I always thought it would hurt, but I felt nothing but pleasure,” she added.
“I made sure you didn’t feel any pain. I wanted it to be an experience you would cherish for the rest of your life,” he replied, grazing her lips with a few tiny kisses.
“Then, I have to say you were successful. Thank you,” she replied, with a naughty grin.
He chuckled and moving her legs from his waist, he hopped out of bed and invited her to do the same. “Let’s go finish our bath,” he suggested, and she followed him into the bathroom.
The water was cold again, but once more he warmed it for her as he helped her bathe and wipe away the blood from her thighs. She hadn't noticed it was there, so it was quite a surprise seeing it smeared all over her pussy and thighs.
“Are you alright?” he asked her, as he helped her wash her hair.
“I hadn't noticed the blood,” she admitted. “You really took the pain away from me, didn’t you?” she asked. He had told her so, but for some reason, she had doubted his words. The blood on her, made her realize the defloration had been a lot harsher than she thought.
“Yes, I did. I wanted you to fully enjoy it,” Setau nodded.
“I have to admit you have more powers than I thought someone like you would have,” she said, tilting her head back, relishing on the way he massaged her skull.
“What do you mean ‘someone like me’?” he asked, with a slight frown.
“An emissary,” she pointed out.
“Well, I’m sure there’s a lot about us you don’t know,” he replied with a scowl that intrigued her, but she decided not to insist.
When they returned to the bedroom, the wet and dirty sheets had been changed and they were able to have a good night's sleep.
CHAPTER 6
By the time she woke the following morning, she was alone in bed. The servant who came to help her get dressed told her he had left with the Pharaoh to the pyramid, to inspect the construction.
After having breakfast on the small terrace, she went for a walk in the gardens, admiring the scented flowers and enjoying the warmness of the sun before she went inside. She had no idea how long he would be out, so she decided to dedicate her time to the loom.
She only stopped working when one of the servants walked in to bring her an invitation for lunch from the queen.
Aneksi grunted and wished she could say no, but she knew that wasn’t an option, so she allowed the servant to help her get dressed for the occasion, not forgetting to include the wig.
The queen’s quarters were incredibly luxurious and decorated in white and gold. She was surrounded by four of her court ladies, as expected and after the presentations, Aneksi made sure to compliment her on the place, though it wasn’t of her personal taste.
In her late thirties, the queen still looked incredibly beautiful, and it was no surprise the Pharaoh had chosen her to be his first wife. She had given him three sons, and the Pharaoh seemed very pleased with her.
“So, Aneksi, are you happy you were the chosen one?” the woman asked her, with a tone that showed a bit too much of envy. She was the queen, for god's sake.
“Yes, your majesty, I’m very happy and very proud to serve my Pharaoh and my people,” she assured the woman, smiling.
After last night she couldn’t say she hated it. The man had turned her into a willing slave at his feet, with just a few kisses and caresses.
“Yes. I’m sure it’s no sacrifice to be with a man like Prince Setau,” the woman said, with some longing in her tone.
“No, your majesty, it’s no sacrifice.” It was the truth and clearly what the woman wanted to hear.
“Good.” She clapped her hands, and the servants brought the food. “Let’s hope the emissary leaves our land pleased and happy, so that the gods will grant us with blessings,” she added before she invited Aneksi to eat.
“I’m sure it will be so, your majesty,” she replied, with a faint smile.
After they had been a couple of minutes eating, the other woman seemed to lose control over her tongue. “Tell me, how is he? Is he like any other man? Or perhaps, he’s just more like the gods he represents?” she asked.
Startled by the question, Aneksi swallowed the food she had in her mouth, trying to give her the best answer possible. “He looks like other men, yes, but there’s a special aura around him that tells you he’s more th
an a man,” she finally said, not giving her details, hoping her answer would satisfy the other woman’s curiosity.
It didn’t.
“What about physically? He’s taller than most men here,” she insisted.
“Yes. I guess, but I really have no means of comparison, your majesty,” she replied, blushing a bit, cursing the minute she had accepted the queen’s invitation. She should have invented any plausible excuse.
“Oh, yes, of course. I hadn't thought of that.” the other woman said, with a faint smile on her face.
The rest of the meal went by amongst the other women’s chitchatting and Aneksi was more than pleased to stay in the background, avoiding the unwanted attention. She left the queen’s quarters as soon as possible, but by the time she arrived at the prince’s quarters, he was already there, and by the look on his face, he didn’t look very happy with her absence.
“Where were you?” he asked, with a deep frown.
“Having lunch with the queen,” she explained, as she walked to the bedroom, eager to take off the wig and release her mane.
“Why? I brought you here to be with me, not with the queen,” he grumbled, following her.
“I couldn’t say no to her invitation, you know that,” she explained, getting rid of the offensive wig and removing all of the pins holding her hair.
“Of course, you could. You’re here to please me, not the queen,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I wasn’t aware of that. Otherwise, I would have told her I wasn’t allowed out of these quarters without you. It would have been so much better than to be asked questions about you,” she pointed out, shaking her hair.
“You’re not afraid of me,” he said after a few moments in silence.
Startled, she turned around to look at him, not sure what he meant by that. “Am I supposed to be?” she asked, in a cautious tone.
“Why aren’t you afraid of me? You know I’m powerful enough to destroy this whole place and yet, you don’t fear facing me and telling me the truth,” he said, ignoring her question, apparently too mesmerized with the way she behaved.