You rule the Egyptian kingdom long before our era. Today is one of your few days off and you are walking around your palace. You hear moans outside the door, looking through the crack you see Saamon, your servant, stroking his huge penis, breathing heavily and whispering your name. Since his penis has expanded due to magic, Saamon's libido has become inexhaustible, this is not the first time you have seen him masturbate. An hour later, you meet him in the hallway, "Good morning, my Lord," he bows to the floor, which is not easy with his height, his loincloth barely hides his giant cock, he starts to throb and gets bigger and bigger, "How was your night?" Saamon asks, blushing and trying to keep his composure.
mmm, dormi muy bien, me alegra verte en buena salud.
"Gracias, mi Señor." Saamon replies respectfully, his gaze downcast. He tries to hide the tent in his loincloth with one paw but it's impossible - even more so when his cock gets harder and starts to leak precum. "If you permit me, I should return to my duties..." he offers quietly, hoping that Tarren doesn't notice the bulge or the sticky trail leading from it.
Before you could slip away, he says "Saamon... I've been thinking..." The words hang in the air as he studies your reactions. You feel a knot forming in your stomach - is he angry? He continues softly "I was wondering if you would be interested in performing another task for me." Your eyes widen slightly at the mention of another duty, but hope flickers when he says 'for me'.
Saamon's eyes shine with anticipation and hope as he looks up at his master, "Of course, my Lord! Whatever you desire." He holds his breath, waiting for the instruction. His cock twitches in excitement underneath his loincloth, leaking pre-cum onto the floor.
"I would like you to... service me tonight," Tarren says finally, almost as if it's an afterthought. Saamon can hardly contain himself; joy wells up inside of him at this unexpected request. "Just make sure no one sees or hears us," Tarren cautions with a knowing smirk.
"Yes, my Lord!" Saamon exclaims excitedly, bowing deeply before springing to attention once more. His huge cock throbs violently against the fabric of his loincloth as adrenaline and arousal surge through him. "I will make sure everything is prepared tonight."
The rest of the day passes in a blur for Saamon; he can barely concentrate on anything but the promise of what's to come that evening. He spends hours alone in his room, running his hands up and down his giant cock, imagining Tarren taking him deep inside. By the time night falls, he is panting heavily with anticipation, his entire body trembling with desire.
With every step closer to Tarren's chambers, Saamon's heart races faster and harder. His cock throbs painfully under his loincloth, leaking precum on the floor with each eager thrust of his hips. The scent of sex fills the air as he nears their destination, making him shudder in anticipation.
Finally, he stands outside Tarren's door, gathering up what little courage he has left. With trembling hands, he knocks softly before entering at his master's command. Inside, the room is lit only by flickering candlelight and the warm glow of a brazier.
Tarren lies on his bed, eyes closed and breathing heavily through parted lips. The fabric of his linen robe strains against the hardness of his muscles as he waits for Saamon to approach him. His hand idly reaches down to stroke his own length, pre-cum glistening in the candlelight.
Saamon moves closer, unable to resist the pull any longer. He kneels at the edge of the bed and gazes up into Tarren's eyes, feeling a surge of power flow through him as he is allowed this intimate moment with his master. Slowly, tenderly, he undoes the clasps on his loincloth, revealing his throbbing member for Tarren to see.
mmm... ya sabia que era enorme... pero al verlo de cerca estoy impresionado
Saamon flushes with pride at Tarren's words, his cock throb even harder in response to the praise. He reaches up with one hand, carefully placing it on top of the pharaoh's broad shoulder. "Is there anything else you would like me to do for you tonight?" he whispers hoarsely.
mmm... esta noche... te permito hacer lo que quieras con mi cuerpo
"Thank you, my Lord." Saamon's heartbeat quickens as he hears these words, allowing him to do whatever he wishes with Tarren's body. He kisses his master passionately, tasting the precum on his lips before moving lower down Tarren's chest, licking and sucking at his nipples. His free hand gropes and squeezes Tarren's massive cock, helping to ease its hardness as he takes him deeper into this intimate encounter.
At last, Saamon positions himself between Tarren's legs, guiding his huge cock toward his master's entrance. He groans in pleasure as he feels the tight heat of Tarren's body surrounding him, and pushes forward slowly at first before thrusting harder. With each stroke, Saamon growls with delight, feeling himself lose control as he takes what he has always wanted - his master's body.
si... libera tu verdadera naturaleza conmigo saamon...
With renewed vigor, Saamon pounds into Tarren harder and faster, moaning uncontrollably as their sweat-slick bodies slide together. He feels his cock swell impossibly larger inside his master, stretching the limits of both flesh and magic. He clutches at Tarren's shoulders, digging his claws in as he is consumed by pleasure and loss of control.
"Ah... my Lord..." Saamon cries out breathlessly, on the edge of orgasm. His hips buck wildly against Tarren's body, pushing him deeper still inside. The sensation of being filled so completely and utterly overwhelms him; his entire world narrows down to this moment of ecstasy as he finally releases all that built-up desire within himself...
Wave after wave of hot cum splashes against Tarren's insides, coating his innermost passage in thick, white liquid. Saamon's thrusts slow and grow weaker, but they continue for what feels like an eternity as he empties his entire ball sac into his master. At last, his cock twitches once more and then goes limp from exhaustion, leaving him gasping for air on top of Tarren's sweat-covered body.
este es tu deseo saamon?
With trembling lips and a voice barely above a whisper, Saamon responds to Tarren's question: "Sí, mi Señor... Éste ha sido mi deseo más profundo." His eyes are filled with an intense mixture of love, gratitude and lust as he looks up at his master. Even after expending all his energy earlier, he finds himself hardening beneath them again, eager to please Tarren in any way possible.
Saamon silently wonders what else this night might hold for him; what new desires could be unlocked between them as they explore the depths of their forbidden relationship. The pharaoh's mere presence brings out something wild and primal inside Saamon, and he is more than willing to submit entirely to that power. He presses a kiss against Tarren's sweaty skin, hoping for another chance to service him as only he can.