Thief King's Sexcapade
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,980
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Thief King's Sexcapade
Warning: The nature of this story is graphic and sexual. Do not progress in reading if you are offended by this genre and material. Thief King Nakhti is not of my own creation but of Kazuki Takahashi’s, so I have no credit.
Note: I would like to mention that the word commonly used here, “ahmeade,” is Arabic and means “slave.”
Thief King's Sexcapade
The darkness and the cool scenario of his home chills you deeply as you wait. He had left you in a horrible fury, slamming the door behind him. The dark Egyptian had left you with a single order, purred in his anger.
"Do not move, pet."
You had jumped as the door flung open, his form there in the entrance. A scent hit you then, that wonderful scent you had learned to love. Blood, his blood. Automatically you move forward, touching his hand to ask for permission to lap at the liquid. A small sound leaves you, eyes widening faintly as your head turns to the side with his playful slap. The hand grabs hold of your chin firmly, raising you to your feet with his strength. Immediately his deep chocolate eyes lock with yours, plotting, your own eyes slowly breaking from his and gazing at the vivid, deep scarring upon his cheek. You kiss it softly in respect, giving a small stunned sound when he lightly slaps you again, your eyes gazing at him to show your apparent shock. Without a word he moves you back onto the bed, slamming your hands down into shackles. Apparently he had been out doing his job of thievery. You shudder again, the shackles rough and cold against your skin.
"Go ahead and struggle against them, against me. I dare you my ahmeade, my whore." He purrs to you, smirking wickedly, eyes alight.
You blush and gasp, embarassed by his comments. Slowly he moves down, taking your chin and forcing your head back, lips placing themselves upon your neck, shivers running through your form from the heat of his breath upon your skin. The teeth graze over your soft throat before he pulls back, smirking at you as you whimper. A silk gag is placed firmly into your mouth, tightly knotted at the back of your head. His smirk broadens at your confusion, the man stepping back.
"Your torment has only just begun, my dear. Your throb from earlier is only a mere tease compared to what I shall do." He purrs still as he stands near the bed, smirking down at you.
The heavily tanned hands reach up and remove the robe, showing each tight muscle and every curvature of his perfect form. You flush as you gaze at him, eyes moving down his chest and stomach, a deep blush lighting your cheeks as he eases off his sarong. Your eyes lock upon the firm, large member, whimpers leaving you from behind your gag as his hands start to tease his member. He smirks at you as you whimper more, seeing the pre-cum upon the tip. You long horribly to taste it, to have him within your mouth, to hear him moan softly. Finally you sigh as he eases off your gag.
"Fine then bitch, if you want my cock so horribly, then have it. Suck hard little ahmeade."
He smirks wickedly at you, grasping your chin and guiding you to his member. You flush softly, eyes shutting as the head slides pass your lips. Already you shudder once more in delight at the taste that strikes you. He tastes so sweet, like the plums that he eases into your mouth like a queen would be fed. You give a soft sound when he playfully thrusts into your mouth, your gag reflex having to be forced down. Your eyes water due to the want to gag, but you swallow at his length anyway. You want him to release so you can taste more, so your master can be pleased thoroughly. He begins to moan your name of ahmeade just faintly, his own eyes closed as he draws nearer. You pull back slightly before taking in all of him, eyes welling with tears as you swallow. Purring your name he releases into your mouth, slowly withdrawing. A flush rises to your cheeks as you swallow what you can, though some still lingered upon your chin. You hate how you can't get it with your hands, but for once he shows you some mercy. Taking a finger and gathering the cum before sliding it into your mouth. He moves down, placing kisses upon your shivering form. He takes hold of your nipple with his teeth, lightly nipping. You shiver again as he chuckles at you, left hand massaging a breast as the right slides down and under you skirt, sliding up your leg and touching your opening before sliding down the other leg. He smirks at you as you whimper, finally sliding in a finger. You moan softly, him chuckling at you.
"My dirty little ahmeade... so filthy with your cum. I should clean you, my little bitch." You blush as he murmurs this to you, ripping off your skirt.
He replaces the finger with his tongue, gathering your fluids, tasting everything he can. His tongue continues to flick over your cunt before diving in, teasing you before withdrawing and flicking over your clit. You cry out then as three fingers ram into your cunt, stretching you and teasing you, pressing into different spots to make you cry out. Finally you give in, screaming his name as you release. He licks his lips to clean them of your release, with that done he suckles his fingers slowly and watches you squirm, legs spread open for him in waiting. With that he rams into you, finally giving you what you had so greatly desired. You cry out in complete pleasure, his cock filling you completely, stretching you even. You shudder, moaning deeply as he sets a pace. Continuously he jars you forward with a hard thrust before lightening again. You start to whimper, wanting that cock to just ram in harder.
"Do you want my cock that badly? Do you ahmeade? Then bark little bitch. Bark and whimper like my little dog that you are." He purrs into your ear as he thrust into you.
No longer caring you just give in, barking and whimpering. With that he rams in to the hilt, setting the pace there with such ferocity that it jars you forward, despite the hands on your hips. Finally you climax again, screaming his name after whimpering to be permitted to release. With a few more thrusts he finally moans into your ear your name of ahmeade, slowly withdrawing after the multiple rounds.
"Don't you ever challenge me again, little ahmeade. For your torment will not be pleasurable."
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Final note: In case I can't update anything here, further things will be on my livejournal account, the link being http://www.livejournal.com/users/deepinteraction/
Any comments at all there would also be appreciated. My last comment unto you is that the second story in the series is up there but I can't get it up here.
Note: I would like to mention that the word commonly used here, “ahmeade,” is Arabic and means “slave.”
The darkness and the cool scenario of his home chills you deeply as you wait. He had left you in a horrible fury, slamming the door behind him. The dark Egyptian had left you with a single order, purred in his anger.
"Do not move, pet."
You had jumped as the door flung open, his form there in the entrance. A scent hit you then, that wonderful scent you had learned to love. Blood, his blood. Automatically you move forward, touching his hand to ask for permission to lap at the liquid. A small sound leaves you, eyes widening faintly as your head turns to the side with his playful slap. The hand grabs hold of your chin firmly, raising you to your feet with his strength. Immediately his deep chocolate eyes lock with yours, plotting, your own eyes slowly breaking from his and gazing at the vivid, deep scarring upon his cheek. You kiss it softly in respect, giving a small stunned sound when he lightly slaps you again, your eyes gazing at him to show your apparent shock. Without a word he moves you back onto the bed, slamming your hands down into shackles. Apparently he had been out doing his job of thievery. You shudder again, the shackles rough and cold against your skin.
"Go ahead and struggle against them, against me. I dare you my ahmeade, my whore." He purrs to you, smirking wickedly, eyes alight.
You blush and gasp, embarassed by his comments. Slowly he moves down, taking your chin and forcing your head back, lips placing themselves upon your neck, shivers running through your form from the heat of his breath upon your skin. The teeth graze over your soft throat before he pulls back, smirking at you as you whimper. A silk gag is placed firmly into your mouth, tightly knotted at the back of your head. His smirk broadens at your confusion, the man stepping back.
"Your torment has only just begun, my dear. Your throb from earlier is only a mere tease compared to what I shall do." He purrs still as he stands near the bed, smirking down at you.
The heavily tanned hands reach up and remove the robe, showing each tight muscle and every curvature of his perfect form. You flush as you gaze at him, eyes moving down his chest and stomach, a deep blush lighting your cheeks as he eases off his sarong. Your eyes lock upon the firm, large member, whimpers leaving you from behind your gag as his hands start to tease his member. He smirks at you as you whimper more, seeing the pre-cum upon the tip. You long horribly to taste it, to have him within your mouth, to hear him moan softly. Finally you sigh as he eases off your gag.
"Fine then bitch, if you want my cock so horribly, then have it. Suck hard little ahmeade."
He smirks wickedly at you, grasping your chin and guiding you to his member. You flush softly, eyes shutting as the head slides pass your lips. Already you shudder once more in delight at the taste that strikes you. He tastes so sweet, like the plums that he eases into your mouth like a queen would be fed. You give a soft sound when he playfully thrusts into your mouth, your gag reflex having to be forced down. Your eyes water due to the want to gag, but you swallow at his length anyway. You want him to release so you can taste more, so your master can be pleased thoroughly. He begins to moan your name of ahmeade just faintly, his own eyes closed as he draws nearer. You pull back slightly before taking in all of him, eyes welling with tears as you swallow. Purring your name he releases into your mouth, slowly withdrawing. A flush rises to your cheeks as you swallow what you can, though some still lingered upon your chin. You hate how you can't get it with your hands, but for once he shows you some mercy. Taking a finger and gathering the cum before sliding it into your mouth. He moves down, placing kisses upon your shivering form. He takes hold of your nipple with his teeth, lightly nipping. You shiver again as he chuckles at you, left hand massaging a breast as the right slides down and under you skirt, sliding up your leg and touching your opening before sliding down the other leg. He smirks at you as you whimper, finally sliding in a finger. You moan softly, him chuckling at you.
"My dirty little ahmeade... so filthy with your cum. I should clean you, my little bitch." You blush as he murmurs this to you, ripping off your skirt.
He replaces the finger with his tongue, gathering your fluids, tasting everything he can. His tongue continues to flick over your cunt before diving in, teasing you before withdrawing and flicking over your clit. You cry out then as three fingers ram into your cunt, stretching you and teasing you, pressing into different spots to make you cry out. Finally you give in, screaming his name as you release. He licks his lips to clean them of your release, with that done he suckles his fingers slowly and watches you squirm, legs spread open for him in waiting. With that he rams into you, finally giving you what you had so greatly desired. You cry out in complete pleasure, his cock filling you completely, stretching you even. You shudder, moaning deeply as he sets a pace. Continuously he jars you forward with a hard thrust before lightening again. You start to whimper, wanting that cock to just ram in harder.
"Do you want my cock that badly? Do you ahmeade? Then bark little bitch. Bark and whimper like my little dog that you are." He purrs into your ear as he thrust into you.
No longer caring you just give in, barking and whimpering. With that he rams in to the hilt, setting the pace there with such ferocity that it jars you forward, despite the hands on your hips. Finally you climax again, screaming his name after whimpering to be permitted to release. With a few more thrusts he finally moans into your ear your name of ahmeade, slowly withdrawing after the multiple rounds.
"Don't you ever challenge me again, little ahmeade. For your torment will not be pleasurable."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Final note: In case I can't update anything here, further things will be on my livejournal account, the link being http://www.livejournal.com/users/deepinteraction/
Any comments at all there would also be appreciated. My last comment unto you is that the second story in the series is up there but I can't get it up here.