A/n: Thank you for waiting so patiently. The story continues.
After their bath, Ryou and Mana went their separate ways, with Mana heading off to play for the rest of the day and Ryou making her way to the Pharaoh's chamber. Her pitifully poor shoes slapped upon the floor of the palace, echoing in the empty corridor as though they were moans attempting to warn Ryou away. Listening to the haunting sounds, Ryou shuddered in disgust. She wanted nothing more than to turn tail and try to seek a life outside of her current one, but there was no hope for a pale skinned omen like her in the kingdom, or indeed, no hope for her within a fair 100 mile radius of anywhere she went.
Drawing nearer to her destination, Ryou turned when a petal fell loose from the rose in her hair and fluttered to the ground. She stared at the forlorn flower with the sad eyes of a doe. Biting her lip and touching what was left of the flower, she tried to repress the negative feelings that were weighing down her heart and poisoning her mind. It was as if she was so depressed that the very figure of beauty and love that bloomed in her hair had to wither away in despair due to her pessimism. Feeling pity for herself and the dear rose, she decided to bury her feelings away and simply go forward with the drive finish this horrible job.
Ryou arrived upon large golden doors, engraved with hieroglyphics that apparently explained the story how the kingdom was founded revealing the conquests of each Pharaoh up until the conquering of Ryou's kingdom, led by the the previous ruler, Pharaoh Aknamkanon. Despite Ryou's previous efforts to hide her feelings, she couldn't help but feel her stomach boil with crude rage upon seeing the engravings of her old palace bursting into flames. Supposedly, it was on schedule for the engravers to sculpt Ryou's figure being taken back to the castle for her to be the Pharaoh's loyal concubine. Though she wouldn't let anyone know, the idea this would be the only token of memory people would have of her once she passed on tempted Ryou to make a hideous error in her duties. At least then, she could die with some dignity in her heart. But despite all of her big talk, Ryou knew that she wasn't as chivalrous to do such a thing like that. She just had to go with the flow, no matter how she felt.
She might as well get this over with now rather than later, and with that in mind, Ryou bowed before the mighty doors, wrapped her skinny hands around the handle of one and pulled. After exerting a great amount of effort to try to heave this grand door open, Ryou managed to reveal a small crack in which she could squeeze herself through in order to get into the room. Struggling to hold the door stable enough so it wouldn't crush her while she passed, she finally let go and bolted inside. She cringed as a booming grind of gold upon gold was heard as the door went back in place. Ryou wiped her brow, sighing in relief. She could never in her life comprehend how the Pharaoh could manage to swing those massive doors open with one hand each. Strength worthy for a divine King.
Ryou slipped out of her dingy shoes and wrapped the towel tighter against her skin. Once the Pharaoh walked in, it was her duty to bow, flatter him and then strip. He'd then tell her what to do from there. She had some time however, as the Pharaoh was still dealing with duties in the Royal Court and wouldn't be back for a few minutes. This gave Ryou a chance to admire the decor of the room.
The Pharaoh's chambers were ridiculously lush and flamboyant. The way the gold in this room shimmered made everything else look so common and earthly. A thespian could write for days in an attempt to describe all the blood and tears that were shed to produce all of the treasures in the room and would die from the sheer magnitude of such a task. Violets, lavenders and indigos of all shades and tints were use with abandon. The way every color looked next to each other and the way every light seemed to glitter made Ryou feel luminous herself.
Not to mention the strange essence that wafted in this room. Ryou had dozed off often, huffing when such an intimate aroma caught her attention. She couldn't explain it. It was so sultry and Ryou felt as though she was being wrapped in a hot, wet blanket. To say the least, it made her feel... peculiar.
Her breasts started feeling heavy and tender and she touched them gingerly and wondered if this is how a cow felt when it needed to be milked. Her heart rate rose sharply and Ryou swooned slightly, feeling a little feverish. Down below, a mysterious dampness began and the hot wetness left and wrapped around her groin. This happened all the time. A soft moan in shame escaped Ryou and she became tense, disgusted by the juice that was creaming her thighs. She always felt anxious. She had such a delicate and degrading task. Servicing the Pharaoh with one's own body might be a task of honor for a peasant woman outside the palace, but to Ryou it was a daily horror movie.
It wasn't as though the Pharaoh was ugly or old or even cruel. Rather, he had a mischievous side that hadn't left him yet. He wouldn't smack Ryou around if she did something wrong. He would, however, have a rather raunchy tongue that made her blush and correct herself as soon as she possibly could. Again, he didn't abuse her with swears or insults, but merely embarrassed Ryou by showing no discretion or shame in their acts. That wasn't to say he didn't have a limit. If Ryou's teeth pinched him enough times to get him sick, he'd dismiss her immediately with a huff, looking disgusted. It was punishment enough for Ryou, who would have to make up for this failure to bring the Pharaoh to a climax the following day in addition to that day's dues.
Ryou gasped as the mighty doors swung open and revealed the glorious Pharaoh. She felt frozen on the spot as he stepped in and closed the doors behind him to secure their privacy. Ryou respectfully averted her gaze to the floor and bent on one knee, struggling to come up with a sickly sweet comment that would please him.
The Pharaoh was a rich blend of tanned sand. His robe, a pure white that fluttered when he walked. The sacred millennium puzzle rested at his waist, suspended from a sturdy rope that was tied around his neck. He had a skinny waist, but was fit and strong. He didn't have big bulging muscles, but you could see the definition in his toned arms and legs. Not too fat, not too skinny; he was perfect.
Then the gold. Oh the Pharaoh wore so much gold. To look at him directly in daylight would be as foolish as looking directly into the sun. Earrings, arm bands, ankle bands, neck bands, the crown. Peasants often joked the reason that boy was so strong, was from carrying all that dang gon' gold around. You wear more gold than what you weigh when yous a child and you sees if you nots gons be big and strong when yous gets old. An interesting theory it was, no one ever did see the Pharaoh bench-press a goat or go for a jog or anything like that.
Then there was his hair. A windswept flare of a style, telling gravity that it could go bother someone else for a change. Tips were kissed with bold scarlet before suddenly switching to a blinding ebony before finishing off with the marigold shine of his bangs. Another object of discussion in the bars was how it looked when it got wet.
Ryou looked up at the Pharaoh with a forced smile. "My...dazzling Pharaoh." she improvised. "Please- allow me to... engage you in the process of...taking on the burden of your stress."
Terrible, thought Ryou to herself. With a gulp, she let go of the towel and let it fall to gather around her ankles, leaving her naked and vulnerable.
The Pharaoh smiled back at her softly and approached. He leaned over, for Ryou was so much smaller than he was, and took hold of Ryou's chin. Lifting her to face up, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Her eyes wide open and rolling back in her head, she shuddered in terror at the feeling of the Pharaoh's hot tongue creeping and poking around inside of her mouth. Her own tongue went into a sort of coma, going dry and unresponsive in her panic. Pulling back slightly, she exhaled hard to catch her breath only to have her lips crushed tighter against those of her Pharaoh's. She felt him licking roughly at her and she nearly started to hyperventilate.
He separated from her abruptly and sauntered over to the bed. Gasping hard and clutching her throat, Ryou stared at him for a moment before waking up and following him. Sitting down upon the bed and propping himself up with his arms, he opened his legs apart and gave Ryou a knowing smile. Ryou played with her hair as if she didn't know what he meant by that. She could procrastinate all she wanted until he gave her a spoken command. Besides, she had to get her mind in order. Open mouth, tongue out, lips around, do not bite, do not bite. Do. Not. Bite.
"Ryou~" purred the Pharaoh, his eyelids lowering softly as he took in the delicate contours of Ryou's naked body. "May you please begin?"
With a hidden sigh, Ryou knelt down and leaned forward. Although the Pharaoh said please in every request, that wasn't to say that you had the option of refusing. She lifted the portion of the robe that hid the Great Pharaoh Atemu's Royal Cock. She set that aside and took hold of his member. She breathed hard when she felt it pulse in her hand. So big and alive, so- gross.
Giving a small moan in resignation she got closer. The Pharaoh raised his eyebrow at the noise. So sad and pitiful- yet so arousing. It was adorable. His cock quivered in Ryou's grasp, startling her when it suddenly started to harden. Atemu placed his hand on Ryou's head and ,wincing slightly, Ryou knew it was time to suck. Nodding softly she stuck her tongue out and crossed her arms out over her chest. She flicked her tongue clumsily at the tip before she opened her mouth and took in the first 3 inches.
The Pharaoh sighed and closed his eyes in bliss. She still had trouble controlling her teeth, but she had become so much better than when she first started. He looked down to observe Ryou's performance first hand. Noticing something amiss, he gave a small frown. Sure- Ryou was doing an adequate job, but she was shielding the most beautiful part of her body from him! This was not permissible! Seeing as this was her first offense, Atemu merely placed his hands on Ryou's upper arms and pushed them in opposite directions.
Ryou took the hint and gave another soft moan in protest. She slowly let her arms drop to her sides and gave a sharp gasp when her breasts fell free and bounced, sending a harsh pain through her chest. Ryou's moans tickled Atemu's ears as well as his member. Pleased, he gave a low groan and tilted his head back. Such a musical sound! He petted Ryou to encourage her.
Ryou felt the gentle pat and felt alarmed. So the Pharaoh was enjoying the noises she made? How oddly sadistic of him. She cautiously made another moan and watched Atemu tense up in his pleasure. Smiling he spoke. "H-Halt."
Oh great, now she had done it. Ryou pulled away and looked up in confusion.
"Arise."
Wiping her mouth, Ryou stood up. She gave a shudder as she felt her thighs slip and slide together from the lubrication dripping down from her virgin entrance. The Pharaoh smiled at her and drew the hem of the robe aside to unveil his thigh. Ryou gave a gasp of surprise when Atemu grasped her hips and pulled her towards him. Blushing, she let Atemu lead her forward until she hovered over his leg. Feeling pressure pulling herself down, Ryou had to resist. How could she sit down in this condition?
Atemu gave her a reassuring smile. He kept pulling at her insistently, prompting Ryou to ask in order to be sure. "M-My Pharaoh...Are you requesting that I sit-?" she asked. Atemu snorted.
"I certainly am- lower your pretty little hiney, Ryou." he said with a grin, plopping her down. A soft squeak escaped her and she reached down to rub shyly at Atemu's crotch. The Pharaoh's eyes widened at the touch and he jerked forward. His lips curled into a coy smirk. "Ooh~ Not only have you gotten better, but you've grown far more bolder as well. Nicely done." he praised, shifting Ryou on his leg so that he could reach him more easily. Blushing harder, Ryou looked down with a coo of humiliation, stroking faster.
Suddenly, Ryou gave a short scream of terror. The feeling of two large warm hands holding each of her breasts caused her to stop what she was doing to look into the Pharaoh's eyes in shock. Despite the fact that this was normally a sign of blatant disrespect, Atemu didn't seem at all offended and snickered instead. This had never happened before. Never had the Pharaoh touched her so intimately. Ryou was scared. What was she supposed to do in a situation such as this one?
Atemu squeezed and Ryou did the same to him, panting furiously. Rubbing and squeezing the soft mounds in experimentation, he elicited more delicate sounds of mixed pleasure from the young girl. He noticed that the faster he rubbed her breasts, the faster she stroked him. The tighter he squeezed, the tighter she stroked. It was as though he had finally found the controls for this normally awkward girl. He didn't notice the growing wetness sliding out from Ryou onto his leg.
Ryou was out of control. She could no longer hide the lewd, wanton noises escaping her, and she felt a burning sensation of having to go prickle at her. No- she couldn't do it here, she had to excuse herself. No such luck. Ryou couldn't even string two letters together in this condition. She felt as though her brain had dissolved into armadillo mush. "Ah...Ahga...Ahrarara..." she babbled, arching back as her eyes rolled the same direction.
She felt Atemu's climax spill into her hand, royal seed gushing out in ropes and splattering onto the floor. She shuddered hard, feeling her pulse pounding in her pussy. She had done it. Breathing hard, she felt the warmth of the Pharaoh holding her. A session had never gone this smoothly before. But at what cost? To pee (or so she thought) on the Pharaoh's leg while he fondled her chest seemed like a fate worth than death.
Speaking of which, the naive Pharaoh at last noticed that his leg was damper than it should have been. He stood up, causing Ryou to slide off onto the floor with a weak moan. He stared at the beads of arousal juices dripping down his leg. "Did- Did you just urinate on me?" he asked in disbelief.
Ryou's face turned redder than ever and, picking up the towel, she raced away. Throwing open the door beside the Pharaoh's cabinet, she slammed it shut behind her before racing down the dark stairway without so much as a glance back.
Pharaoh Atemu made a feeble attempt to call her back, but stopped when the sharp bang of the door cut off his speech. He frowned. He wouldn't punish her for that. In fact, that was actually a good reaction. Atemu would have felt rather foolish standing there discussing why she had to empty her bladder onto him. Maybe it was reaction from all the breast fondling. That seemed logical.
And yet, as Atemu sat down again and stared at his leg he felt a searing urge burn within him. He dragged his finger into the runny, sticky solution and brought it up with childish curiosity. Taking a delicate inhale of the aroma, he have it a tentative lick. He blinked and reared back, shaking his head like a dog that had just sneezed. He took another swatch and brought it up, sucking thoughtfully on his finger before pulling it out.
"I do not think...that this is urine."
A/N: My apologies, but Chapter 2 might be a far ways off, as I am forced to rewrite three quarters of it. Fun fact: This story was originally written 2 years ago so it gets patched up on the computer.
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