In the Throne Room
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In the Throne Room
In the Throne Room
Author’s Notes: This is what really goes on behind closed doors in the throne room when the Pharaoh and his favorite slave girl are left alone
I do NOT own any of the YUGIOH characters
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The day, like most days, was warm and the mighty sun god, Ra, shone down his powerful rays on the backs of his people; but unlike most days this was a relatively calm, peaceful day. The high priest, Set, was back at the temple of Ra; perhaps he was discussing an upcoming festival with Pernia, a high priestess at another temple. Mahaado was off training his apprentice, Mana, to take over at the event of his death; something that the young female magician loathed to consider. Karim and Shada were out looking for those with the ka of shadow creatures. Akunadin was off somewhere doing who knew what; Atemu was starting to wonder about what the priest was up too. Isis, the only woman on the royal council and to possess a millennium item, was training an outcast girl, Okami, in the art of magick and divination; Isis believed the younger female showed great potential. Two of the royal guards were posted outside the throne room doors; allowing for the pharaoh and the woman with him to be left alone in private.
The young pharaoh, Atemu, sat upon his golden throne; his ruby eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of the flowers in the garden and the salty scent of the Nile River. His caramel skin was accented by the gold jewelry: arm bands, wrist bands, gold leg bands, rings, and earrings. A gold headdress adorned his noble brow keeping the blonde locks from his eyes; his black, red, and yellow locks rose from his face like a fiery halo. His feet were protected by slippered shoes the color of ivory and out lined in gold. On a golden chain hung around his neck rest a symbol of his power, a puzzle shaped like an upside down pyramid. The only other thing resting on his warm chest was a wide collar made up of rich blue and red glass beads strung along golden strings and secured in the back of his neck.
The pure white kilt he wore was held to his body by a wide, thin belt of rich blue fabric with pure gold trim.
His serene face was up turned slightly to bask in the warmth of the sun’s rays that made his skin seem to glow. He smiled softly hearing the birds singing in the trees. It was a rare moment indeed for the throne room to be calm and his people not to need his immediate attention. He opened his eyes and looked upon his brightly colored glowing throne room with pride. The gauze curtains blew freely in the breeze on the gentle Egyptian wind. Bringing with it the smell of the Egyptian flowers; especially his mother’s, who had died in the early stages of his boyhood, favored flower the lotus blossom.
Speaking of Egyptian Lotus Blossoms.
Atemu leaned against the arms rest to his right, the gold encrusted metal throne cool against his warm skin. There resting like an elegant cat on a large comfortable pillow was Arora, his slave and his lover. She was an exotic beauty that was both Egyptian and non Egyptian in features. She had the bone structure and facial features of an Egyptian, along with the long glossy, black hair that was typical of an Egyptian; she had pale skin and beautiful dark blue eyes that were not Egyptian by any standards.
She was clothed, or semi-clothed depending on your definition, in a loose gauzy top of dark blue that was held onto her body with silver chains that ran along the side of her breasts tops and attached to a silver collar with sapphires embedded into it. She wore a loose chain belt that had another chain attached that went down the front semi-covering her vagina and attaching in the back of the belt; small strips of matching blue gauze hung from the belt at her hips. She wore two wide wrist bands that matched the collar and a silver arm band that wove up the middle of her upper right arm like a snake and a simple gold band on her upper left arm. She wore a silver snake anklet on her left calf and a wide anklet that matched her wrist bands and collar. Silver Dangly earrings with genuine sapphires hung from her ears and would brush against her jaw bone when she moved. Her hair was held up in a high ponytail by a silver band with sapphires and her bangs were held from her eyes by a silver chain with silver and sapphire beads hanging from it.
Right now she was resting on her side her blue eyes half closed in a lazy assessment of the room. He reached down and trailed his fingers gently along her jawbone prompting her to stretch and look up at her master and lover. He ran his fingers under her chin scratching her while she moaned in delight. He wrapped his hand behind her head and pulled her up and into a kiss. She rested her palms on the arm rest of the throne and lifted herself up onto the arm rest. Atemu smiled and slipped his tongue into her mouth running it around on the inside of her mouth.
“You taste nice,” said Atemu after he drew back from their kiss.
Smiling Arora slipped down from her position on the throne and slipped onto her beloved Pharaoh’s lap straddling him; she moved her faced forward and licked his neck feeling around with her tongue for his heartbeat. Yami sighed and ran his hands up and down her body, trailing them down her spinal cord. Then his hands took a movement to the front and grabbed her breasts in a firm grip, causing her to cry out and arch her back.
He pulled back and continued his handling of her breasts watching her nipples harden underneath the material of her semi-transparent top. Her hands were gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady and every time she felt a particularly pleasurable grip her fingers would tighten on his shoulders.
Atemu smirked and removed his hands from under her top and moved them up to the collar holding the material to her body; reaching behind her neck he unclasped the chocker and removed it from her body. He frowned when she reached up and rubbed her neck absentmindedly, he brushed her hands aside and saw red marks from the collar. He pulled her forward and kissed her neck in an attempt to apologize.
“Atemu,” whispered Arora nuzzling his neck and wrapping her arms around him.
Arora could sense his distress at the markings that had appeared on her neck, this distressed her and she wanted to make her lover feel better. She trailed one of her hands slowly down his chest to his lap and slipped it in between the material of his kilt and grabbed hold of his stiff member squeezing it while giving him an open mouthed kiss. Atemu groaned into her mouth and pressed their bodies closer together. His groaning grew louder has she started slowly pumping his member. His hands reached down between them and quickly undid the belt and spread the kilt along to his side giving her better access. He groaned when he finally released his seed into her hand and watched her lick her hand clean before joining her, their tongues brushing against each other every so often.
When that was over Atemu pressed their chests together and his hand trailed down her back grabbing hold of her bottom and pulling up slightly on the chain causing it to move between her folds and brush against the heat of her core. Arora cried out and moved her hips in time with the pulling of the chain. He grinned and watched her fluids follow from between her legs and pool on his lap. He stopped when her cries started to get louder knowing she was close to an orgasm, getting a cry of disapproval from the woman on his lap. Chuckling Atemu undid the bottom part of the outfit and dropped it onto the pillow at his side following it quickly with the top leaving his slave girl in nothing but her jewelry. He then slipped his hands under her thighs and gently maneuvered her so that her bottom half was up in the air and her top half was on his lap with his member pressing against her back and her long hair brushing against his feet and the floor.
She strained her body and glanced up at him curious to see what he was going to do. She gave a strangled cry when he snaked his tongue in between her folds and a few times finally pushing her over the edge of her orgasm. He licked his lips and smirked before sliding his tongue inside her again for another round. She groaned and bucked her hips against his face enjoying the feeling of his tongue snaking around inside her and her folds. He finally brought her to a second orgasm and lowered her back down to his lap.
Arora licked at the extra fluids that were on his chin and then continued to lick her way down his body till she was on the floor between his legs. She snaked her tongue slowly, being able to taste his seed on him from when she helped him masterbate. She licked him clean first and then proceeded to suck on him gently, before sucking more roughly on him and scrapping her teeth gently against his delicate skin causing his moans to increase in volume. When he slipped his seed into her mouth she climbed back onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
They kissed some more and Atemu’s forced her to turn around and spread her legs apart settling them on the arm rests of the throne. With one smooth upwards stroke he was inside of her. Arora arched her back and groaned while he started to thrust in and out of her body. She rested one of her hands on his arms and the other wrapped around them to grab hold of his hair and she pressed their lips together while she moaned and groaned into their kisses.
The waves of pleasure crashed down upon them has they approached orgasm and she lay on his lap limp with pleasure. She closed her eyes and snuggled against his back while he ran his fingers up and down her bare inner thigh that was slick with sweat. There was a pounding on the door that had been getting on Atemu’s for awhile.
“What is it?” asked Atemu in irritation.
“Your priests are here great Pharaoh,” responded one of his guards.
“Very well,” sighed Atemu kissing Arora before letting her slip from his lap so they could get presentable for a meeting.
THE END
Author’s Notes: This is what really goes on behind closed doors in the throne room when the Pharaoh and his favorite slave girl are left alone
I do NOT own any of the YUGIOH characters
_____________________________________________________________
The day, like most days, was warm and the mighty sun god, Ra, shone down his powerful rays on the backs of his people; but unlike most days this was a relatively calm, peaceful day. The high priest, Set, was back at the temple of Ra; perhaps he was discussing an upcoming festival with Pernia, a high priestess at another temple. Mahaado was off training his apprentice, Mana, to take over at the event of his death; something that the young female magician loathed to consider. Karim and Shada were out looking for those with the ka of shadow creatures. Akunadin was off somewhere doing who knew what; Atemu was starting to wonder about what the priest was up too. Isis, the only woman on the royal council and to possess a millennium item, was training an outcast girl, Okami, in the art of magick and divination; Isis believed the younger female showed great potential. Two of the royal guards were posted outside the throne room doors; allowing for the pharaoh and the woman with him to be left alone in private.
The young pharaoh, Atemu, sat upon his golden throne; his ruby eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of the flowers in the garden and the salty scent of the Nile River. His caramel skin was accented by the gold jewelry: arm bands, wrist bands, gold leg bands, rings, and earrings. A gold headdress adorned his noble brow keeping the blonde locks from his eyes; his black, red, and yellow locks rose from his face like a fiery halo. His feet were protected by slippered shoes the color of ivory and out lined in gold. On a golden chain hung around his neck rest a symbol of his power, a puzzle shaped like an upside down pyramid. The only other thing resting on his warm chest was a wide collar made up of rich blue and red glass beads strung along golden strings and secured in the back of his neck.
The pure white kilt he wore was held to his body by a wide, thin belt of rich blue fabric with pure gold trim.
His serene face was up turned slightly to bask in the warmth of the sun’s rays that made his skin seem to glow. He smiled softly hearing the birds singing in the trees. It was a rare moment indeed for the throne room to be calm and his people not to need his immediate attention. He opened his eyes and looked upon his brightly colored glowing throne room with pride. The gauze curtains blew freely in the breeze on the gentle Egyptian wind. Bringing with it the smell of the Egyptian flowers; especially his mother’s, who had died in the early stages of his boyhood, favored flower the lotus blossom.
Speaking of Egyptian Lotus Blossoms.
Atemu leaned against the arms rest to his right, the gold encrusted metal throne cool against his warm skin. There resting like an elegant cat on a large comfortable pillow was Arora, his slave and his lover. She was an exotic beauty that was both Egyptian and non Egyptian in features. She had the bone structure and facial features of an Egyptian, along with the long glossy, black hair that was typical of an Egyptian; she had pale skin and beautiful dark blue eyes that were not Egyptian by any standards.
She was clothed, or semi-clothed depending on your definition, in a loose gauzy top of dark blue that was held onto her body with silver chains that ran along the side of her breasts tops and attached to a silver collar with sapphires embedded into it. She wore a loose chain belt that had another chain attached that went down the front semi-covering her vagina and attaching in the back of the belt; small strips of matching blue gauze hung from the belt at her hips. She wore two wide wrist bands that matched the collar and a silver arm band that wove up the middle of her upper right arm like a snake and a simple gold band on her upper left arm. She wore a silver snake anklet on her left calf and a wide anklet that matched her wrist bands and collar. Silver Dangly earrings with genuine sapphires hung from her ears and would brush against her jaw bone when she moved. Her hair was held up in a high ponytail by a silver band with sapphires and her bangs were held from her eyes by a silver chain with silver and sapphire beads hanging from it.
Right now she was resting on her side her blue eyes half closed in a lazy assessment of the room. He reached down and trailed his fingers gently along her jawbone prompting her to stretch and look up at her master and lover. He ran his fingers under her chin scratching her while she moaned in delight. He wrapped his hand behind her head and pulled her up and into a kiss. She rested her palms on the arm rest of the throne and lifted herself up onto the arm rest. Atemu smiled and slipped his tongue into her mouth running it around on the inside of her mouth.
“You taste nice,” said Atemu after he drew back from their kiss.
Smiling Arora slipped down from her position on the throne and slipped onto her beloved Pharaoh’s lap straddling him; she moved her faced forward and licked his neck feeling around with her tongue for his heartbeat. Yami sighed and ran his hands up and down her body, trailing them down her spinal cord. Then his hands took a movement to the front and grabbed her breasts in a firm grip, causing her to cry out and arch her back.
He pulled back and continued his handling of her breasts watching her nipples harden underneath the material of her semi-transparent top. Her hands were gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady and every time she felt a particularly pleasurable grip her fingers would tighten on his shoulders.
Atemu smirked and removed his hands from under her top and moved them up to the collar holding the material to her body; reaching behind her neck he unclasped the chocker and removed it from her body. He frowned when she reached up and rubbed her neck absentmindedly, he brushed her hands aside and saw red marks from the collar. He pulled her forward and kissed her neck in an attempt to apologize.
“Atemu,” whispered Arora nuzzling his neck and wrapping her arms around him.
Arora could sense his distress at the markings that had appeared on her neck, this distressed her and she wanted to make her lover feel better. She trailed one of her hands slowly down his chest to his lap and slipped it in between the material of his kilt and grabbed hold of his stiff member squeezing it while giving him an open mouthed kiss. Atemu groaned into her mouth and pressed their bodies closer together. His groaning grew louder has she started slowly pumping his member. His hands reached down between them and quickly undid the belt and spread the kilt along to his side giving her better access. He groaned when he finally released his seed into her hand and watched her lick her hand clean before joining her, their tongues brushing against each other every so often.
When that was over Atemu pressed their chests together and his hand trailed down her back grabbing hold of her bottom and pulling up slightly on the chain causing it to move between her folds and brush against the heat of her core. Arora cried out and moved her hips in time with the pulling of the chain. He grinned and watched her fluids follow from between her legs and pool on his lap. He stopped when her cries started to get louder knowing she was close to an orgasm, getting a cry of disapproval from the woman on his lap. Chuckling Atemu undid the bottom part of the outfit and dropped it onto the pillow at his side following it quickly with the top leaving his slave girl in nothing but her jewelry. He then slipped his hands under her thighs and gently maneuvered her so that her bottom half was up in the air and her top half was on his lap with his member pressing against her back and her long hair brushing against his feet and the floor.
She strained her body and glanced up at him curious to see what he was going to do. She gave a strangled cry when he snaked his tongue in between her folds and a few times finally pushing her over the edge of her orgasm. He licked his lips and smirked before sliding his tongue inside her again for another round. She groaned and bucked her hips against his face enjoying the feeling of his tongue snaking around inside her and her folds. He finally brought her to a second orgasm and lowered her back down to his lap.
Arora licked at the extra fluids that were on his chin and then continued to lick her way down his body till she was on the floor between his legs. She snaked her tongue slowly, being able to taste his seed on him from when she helped him masterbate. She licked him clean first and then proceeded to suck on him gently, before sucking more roughly on him and scrapping her teeth gently against his delicate skin causing his moans to increase in volume. When he slipped his seed into her mouth she climbed back onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
They kissed some more and Atemu’s forced her to turn around and spread her legs apart settling them on the arm rests of the throne. With one smooth upwards stroke he was inside of her. Arora arched her back and groaned while he started to thrust in and out of her body. She rested one of her hands on his arms and the other wrapped around them to grab hold of his hair and she pressed their lips together while she moaned and groaned into their kisses.
The waves of pleasure crashed down upon them has they approached orgasm and she lay on his lap limp with pleasure. She closed her eyes and snuggled against his back while he ran his fingers up and down her bare inner thigh that was slick with sweat. There was a pounding on the door that had been getting on Atemu’s for awhile.
“What is it?” asked Atemu in irritation.
“Your priests are here great Pharaoh,” responded one of his guards.
“Very well,” sighed Atemu kissing Arora before letting her slip from his lap so they could get presentable for a meeting.
THE END