Chapter 22 - Extra - Lemon
The servant found himself with his arms tied behind his back and his knees resting on the bed while the Pharaoh held his head firmly, thrusting his thick, large, pulsing member into his mouth, reveling in the sensation at the same time in which he breathed in hoarsely, letting out small grunts, with the servant smiling ecstatically at feeling the member of his monarch in his mouth.
Atemu thrust his throbbing cock deep into the throat of the man who moaned muffled, reveling in the sensation of being tamed.
The rhythm grew stronger and more intense, causing the monarch to moan hoarsely as he exhibited some hoarse, guttural growls as the pleasure intensified, with the sovereign moving vigorously as he savagely pounded the mouth of the servant who enjoyed the rough and savage treatment why not it was the first time, with Pharaoh knowing that he loved having his throat thrust into his cock.
After all, that servant loved brutal and rough sex, with Atemu delighting in the smoothness of his mouth.
His thrusts grew stronger and more demanding as he perspired, feeling his climax draw near until he thrusts once and releases his essence into the throat of the greedily swallowing servant, with the king keeping his cock firmly buried in his mouth.
After he takes it out of his mouth, the servant begins to clean the member, removing any traces of semen.
"Turn around and lean forward." The king orders with his deep and relentless baritone voice.
With difficulty, the servant turns and bends, exposing his anus even more, starting to feel the finger massaging him there, hearing the Pharaoh murmur something and then, a feeling inside him, with him smiling because he appreciated when his sovereign he used magic, knowing how much he enjoyed the feeling of being even more sensitive than usual.
Then Atemu takes a small, narrow vase containing an oil and smears it on his fingers, starting to prepare it by inserting a finger without warning, causing the servant to squirm slightly at the intrusion, then relax because he knew that if he relaxed it would be best.
The Pharaoh starts to push his finger in and out of him making the man moan softly as he smiles and then penetrates the second finger, sliding both inside him at the same time he pushes it, and then slides the third, continuing with the movement.
Taking advantage of the movements, the monarch sought the servant's bundle of nerves, managing to find and brushing that spot, he drew cries of pleasure from the subjugated man in front of him, noticing that the servant's member was getting more and more turgid, as well as his own, with the moans of pleasure echoing from the man's mouth without any restraint as Atemu sought to widen his entrance with oil-covered fingers.
Smiling crookedly, he alternates between hitting that sensitive spot and the scissors movements he was making with the three fingers, plunging the man below him into a euphoria of pain and pleasure, increasing his moans.
Then he withdrew his fingers as he felt that he had prepared it, deciding to turn some of the oil into his partially stretched entrance, with the servant moaning in pleasure at the substance being poured into him.
The servant moans in delight as he felt the monarch's hand moving towards the base of his penis as he heard him mutter inaudible words, only to be shocked to feel something in his member, pressing him in a mixture of pain and pleasure, realizing that they were not fingers but something that restricted his member and when he turned his head down, he noticed something golden at the base of his penis, with Pharaoh whispering huskily in his deep baritone voice, eliciting moans of pleasure from the servant as he approached his lips of your ear, "You will be delighted when I take it off. However, it will only be when I allow it and my magic will make sure of it. You will not come without my permission. Understand?"
The man was immersed in the agonizing and pleasurable sensation of feeling the relentless constriction of the magic item and by virtue of that fact, he does not answer the question.
Atemu snaps one of his hands on one of the servant's buttocks, making him cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"I asked a question. Answer."
"Yes Master." He speaks in a murmur of pleasure.
Then Pharaoh snaps his other hand on his other buttock, causing the servant to step forward slightly while he moans in delight as he feels the pain in both his buttocks.
"That's for being slow to respond."
After the slap, Atemu soaps up his penis and positioned himself at the man's entrance below him, gripping his waist tightly to hold him in place, then abruptly pushing forward as far as possible, fitting into the crying servant in a a mixture of pleasurable pain as he moaned as he felt the relentless and equally deep intrusion of his cock into her warm cavity as he curved her spine, delighting in the pain while reveling in the sensation of being fully filled.
Then, not waiting for him to adjust to his length and thickness, he pulled out so quickly and forcefully that the servant shuddered, screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Pharaoh thrust wildly at him, his penetrations being hard, fast and relentless, making the servant cry out in euphoria at the pleasurable pain that shot through his body as he gasped, struggling gladly to withstand his monarch's wild and rough ministrations, hearing Atemu's hoarse, throaty sounds of delight as he moved in a frantic and equally deep rhythm, digging into the subdued man below him who was totally given over to his relentless ministrations as he surrendered under the speed of his ferocity and endurance, as well as the weight of the monarch's body crashing into the flesh of his buttocks, making the servant cry out in an agony of euphoric pain and deep ecstasy as he was vigorously penetrated by his Pharaoh, feeling that was torn in half, with him reveling in the painful and equally pleasurable sensation.
Then he thrust at a different angle, much harder and more demanding, making the servant revel in pleasurable pain, causing him to go into a frenzy of pleasure as Atemu crashes his cock into his bundle of nerves, sending him into ecstasy at the same time he feels the painful and pleasurable restriction in his swollen cock that keeps him from coming, driving him to pleasurable pain as he has his nerve bundle pressed fiercely several times while he was unable to release.
As he thrust into him mercilessly and demandingly, Pharaoh sought to hold his pleasure, preventing his release because he wanted to prolong his pleasure.
The monarch continued his movements, not slowing them down, making the subdued man below him gasp in immense ecstasy, moaning in delight as he heard growls of pleasure from his sovereign who gasped gutturally as if he were a wild beast.
He keeps hitting his servant's sensitive spot, again and fiercely, making him squirm his body and scream with pleasure, over and over, until after several minutes, when he was about to come, he can't release his essence and starts to feel the his erection achingly pleasurable, with him loving the pain as he continued to revel in the pain of Pharaoh's wild, deep, rough ministration.
"Wrap your legs around my waist!" He orders in his baritone and relentless voice as he flips the servant onto his back on the bed.
The servant does this and arches his head back as he feels the monarch's deep penetration as he continues the same relentless, fierce rhythm, hitting his pleasurable nerve bundle over and over, making the man scream in pleasurable agony, unable to hold back his pleasurable cries pleasure at the same time it was penetrated vigorously and quickly, with lust clouding his senses, with the servant beneath him an endless mess of pleasure and when he tried to release again he felt restrained, making him moan in the pleasurable agony that was to him. imposed. Their greedy moans of pleasure and pain filled the room along with the hoarse and guttural moans of the Pharaoh who still kept the same rhythm.
Then he pulls the servant's legs from the tight grip around his waist, to throw them over his shoulders, thus giving him an even deeper access, reveling in the face of pleasure and pain of the surrendered man beneath him who writhed like a serpent as he cried out in ecstasy and pain over and over as the deep and wild penetrations continued, with Atemu looking proudly at his magic ring that held his servant's limb firmly attached and unable to release at the same time as the his body supported with pleasurable tremors his relentless thrusts as he found himself at the mercy of the monarch who continued to beat him fiercely with his cock, continuing to hold back his pleasure.
When he feels the servant shudder again from the retained pleasure, he returns to position him on his knees on the edge of the bed, without withdrawing from it, and then again strikes him deeply, with the sound of meat crashing, vibrating through the room to join the servant's cries of euphoric pain and the sovereign's guttural and equally hoarse moans, with his turgid, thick and large member making the man scream with delight in a mixture of pain and pleasure to the point of his eyes rolling in their sockets, with the his body being held by Atemu's hands that seemed to be made of steel as his shoulder was pressed against the bed, with Pharaoh continuing his vigorous, relentless, deep penetrations, making the servant moan with delight and stir his body as he found himself immersed in the sweetest and purest agony, with his mind crazed with pleasure and pain, screaming with pleasure as his nerve endings were hit relentlessly, making him bend his spine several times.
So, the monarch feels that the servant beneath him was reaching ecstasy again and as he feels getting closer and closer to his limit, he starts to penetrate him even more strongly, if it was possible and when he enters one last time, he releases the restraining the man's cock with his magic as he released his pleasure over a growl of guttural and practically animalistic pleasure as the servant beneath him screamed audibly, the pleasure flooding him in intense waves as he released his release onto the bed in jets of pleasure, then collapse, completely exhausted, moaning with pleasure as the setir that was filled with the essence of his monarch in the form of powerful jets, with the pleasure flooding the body of the Pharaoh who falls on top of the servant, for later, if redo, undoing the magical ropes that held the arms behind the man's body.
The sovereign took a deep breath as the servant trembled in a mixture of pleasure and pain, making him slip into unconsciousness as he finished collapsing on the bed beneath him.
Pharaoh leaves the unconscious man's body below him after recovering from the spasms of pleasure, withdrawing his member from the warm cavity, and then tucking him in the bed, taking another oil from the drawer to massage his back, as he knew they would be painful when he woke up, in addition to using the oil internally by using a finger to try to soothe the burning and pain he would feel when he woke up, also separating a kind of tonic made of herbs, pouring some of the contents into a container next to the bed, so that when the man awoke, he would take it, in order to help him get back to his room at the same time that Pharaoh would give him six days off so that he could recover.