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“Nothing excites a woman more than to have a man insist on tasting her cat. Kiss it, lick it. Use your tongue.”

He was hesitant, but Emma expected that. After all, he was young and this was all new to him. “A woman will give your Royal Cock great rewards if you learn to use your tongue just right.”

Tentatively, Prince James stuck his tongue in her cat. It was a revelation. He’d never tasted anything so sweet. “That’s it, Your Highness. My juicy cat likes your tongue.”

She let him lick her cat for a while. “You did good for the first time. Once you get comfortable with the taste, I will show you how you can please my cat even more, but now, I’d be honored to worship your Royal Cock.”

Tasting Emma’s cat had Prince James’ Royal Cock fully erect. On his back, Emma took it in her hand. After spending the past few years worshipping his father’s Royal Cock with her mouth and her cat, you would think she’d be unimpressed. You would be wrong.

She gently stroked that long shaft with one hand while the other weighed his ball sack. “Your Highness, you are magnificent. Far bigger than any man I’d ever seen. I’d venture to say, you rival the horses in your stables.”

‘I can only imagine how much Royal Cream this ball sack holds,’ she thought. ‘I’m looking forward to it, but not yet.’

She began to massage that massive cockhead while her other hand played with that ball sack. “Are you going to worship it like you did my father’s?”

“I am, but I have to say, you’re so much bigger, it’s going to take a while.” She began to lick that huge head. She could feel his shaft stiffen. She smiled at the thought.

Her tongue played with what we call his pee slit. ‘Just that little bit of his Royal Juices tastes good. I can only imagine what his Cream will taste like. Wait, Emma, wait. Don’t rush it,’ she admonished herself. Then she slowly slipped her lips over that Royal Cockhead. Yes, it was big. So big, that she could barely get it all in her mouth.

“Your Highness, I’m sure with practice, I’ll be able to take more of your Royal Cock.”

She was surprised, shocked and stunned by what came out of The Prince’s mouth next. “Do you think if I gave your cat another taste, it might encourage you to take more?”

She looked at him. He was just a boy; but of age. Perhaps, he knew more than he let on. “Your Highness, my cat would be honored.” She rolled on her back and spread her legs. She used her fingers to spread her lips. “Thank you, Your Highness. My cat is here for you and will always be available to you.”

That’s how the next three weeks went. Every hour or so changing places, Emma showed him how to use his tongue on her special spot, and each week she was able to take a little more of that majestic Princely Cock.

She found that he was fascinated by her breasts. He wanted to play with them all the time; not as much as with her cat, but still. He liked it when she sat on his chest with those beauties in his face. She showed him how she liked to be touched, how sensitive her nipples were, and how to suck them.

When The Prince tasted her cat, Emma moaned, writhed and begged him not to stop. He didn’t. Young Prince James loved to see her like that: so excited, so vulnerable and his rewards kept getting better and better.

Everyday Anna and Claudia washed them, making sure her cat and his Royal Cock were clean.

She explained to him about her bleeding time, and that her cat was unavailable to him, “but Your Highness, I can still worship your Royal Cock,” she smiled.

It was shortly after the end of her third bleeding time that Emma finally found her upper lip touching his pubic hair. The Prince, less than hour ago, used his tongue on her special spot, and she screamed with joy. She’d encouraged him to make it happen at least three times and then she’d reward him.

Now, her cat was leaking. She was so pleased with herself. It was time she decided to worship him properly. She used her lips to go up and down on that long shaft; her head bobbing. “Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm,” she moaned loudly as she worshipped that Royal Cock.

In their time together, she’d worshipped it time and time again, but purposely never allowed him to explode his Royal Cream. Now, she was anxious for it. As far as she knew, he’d never spurted. Masturbation, neither male nor female, weren’t part of Egyptian culture.

Up and down Emma’s mouth went. Pharaoh Gregory often gave her so much of his Royal Cream, it was all she could do to swallow it all, but she wasn’t prepared for the massive explosion The Prince shot. She could feel him throbbing, not once, not, twice, not three times, but four huge shots deep in her mouth and down her throat. “Arrrragh, arrragh, arragh, arragh,” he screamed.

“Hmmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmmm,” she moaned. Cream dripped out of her mouth, down her chin and between her breasts.

Emma was anxious to worship him again but realized that it would take a while. She forgot how young he was. Her head was lying on his chest when he pushed her down. “Worship me again.” It had been less than an hour ago that he’d given her that huge reward.

She reached down with her hand and was surprised. The Royal Cock was not completely hard, but it was close. She slid down and used her mouth, and it wasn’t too long before he was as hard as her ex-husband and the Pharaoh had ever been.

Even a young man of Royal Blood takes a while to spurt a second time. Not that that bothered Emma, she was in her element. Bobbing up and down. All the way down, then all the way up.

She was in her mid-40’s. At the time, considered an old woman. Not like the Queen or his second wife, Mathilde, but still. To have a young boy, any young boy allow her the honor of worshipping his cock, was an honor. To have The Prince, heir to the Pharaoh’s throne, give her such an honor was almost incomprehensible.

Every day, often three or four times a day, through her next bleeding time, Emma worshipped the young Royal Cock.

It wasn’t just that she was worshipping the Royal Cock. She’d trained him to use his tongue on her cat first. “Your Highness, women will be much more willing if they know that you want to make sure they are pleased, too.”

And he did. Every time. He seemed fascinated by her cat, and soon enough, he was very good at finding her special spot.

Anna and Claudia massaged her neck and gave her a salve for her lips. They washed her, noting the enormous amount of Royal Cream which always seemed caked between her breasts. “Emma, you are an amazing woman. I’ve never seen anyone worship a man they way you do. We are both so jealous.”

Yes, they’d been watching; standing near-by in case His Highness required anything. Emma was embarrassed but vowed to ensure that she’d swallow all the Royal Cream in the future.

She was highly skilled when the Queen ordered her to her son’s apartment, but in the ensuing months, those skills improved. After all, she now had the biggest cock ever to worship and practiced every day. Did I mention he was young and virile?

Six months later after her bleeding time ended, she decided that it was time to introduce that young Royal Cock to fucking her cat.

Anna must have sensed it, “Emma, let me prepare your cat.” In addition, to using her fingers in her most sensitive spot, the slave girl rubbed a special balm on and in her cat. “His Highness will be most pleased to have you fuck his Royal Cock,” she said as her fingers massaged that sensitive spot. “The balm will make it easier for him to enter you, and Emma,” she smiled, “it’s tasteless.”

She softly moaned when the slave girls’ fingers brought her to an orgasm.

Since she was in charge, Emma decided that she would be underneath Prince James. She hadn’t fucked this way since she was with her ex-husband. If you recall, the Pharaoh always wanted her, and his other wives to mount him while he sat on his throne. Not that she didn’t enjoy impaling herself on the Royal Cock. It was just that she always enjoyed her husband pounding away at her cat. She loved moving her hips and ass as he invaded it; moving in and out rapidly, then more rapidly until she felt him explode.

When Anna finished, Emma presented herself to The Prince, as always, she lay on their bed, legs spread, her bush beckoning him. No longer did she have to open her lips for him. He knew what to do, and he was so very good at it. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” she sighed as his tongue played with her special and so sensitive secret spot. “Oh, oh, oh, Your Highness, you’re so good to me, oh, oh, oh.”

She was breathing hard after she had a second wonderful orgasm. A third if you count what Anna had done to her. “Prince, get on top of me. It’s time.” He followed her instructions.” She reached down and guided the Royal Cock to her now wide-open, slick cat.

Anna was right. It slid right in. Not that it didn’t stretch her, but it was the most wondrous thing. Once that Royal Cock was in, Emma began to move. Her ass and hips rocking the bed. It was so different than riding the Pharaoh’s Royal Cock. “Your Highness, move with me.” Fucking must be natural because within minutes, they were moving together. “Faster, do me faster. Slam it into me,” she sighed.

When she was worshipping his Royal Cock, Emma made sure to train him to last and last. Now, it was just part of him. He kept going and going, and Emma became louder and louder.

Behind a curtain, Anna and Claudia peeked out. Watching in awe as The Royal Prince, a novice, pounded away at Emma’s cat. “She sure knows how to give him a ride,” Claudia said.

“Before I was brought here, my husband would ride me like that,” Anna sighed.

When he finally finished, the Royal Cream overflowed her cat. You’d think they’d both be exhausted. Not Emma, she was exhilarated. Even though Prince James didn’t really know what he was doing, it was the best she’d been fucked since her husband. In truth, the Pharaoh never fucked her: she fucked him.

Emma rolled on top of The Prince, licking his Royal Cock clean. It was something she’d enjoyed with his father, but Prince James’ young cock was such fun. She started with his ball sack, and it was almost an hour later before her tongue was cleaning his cockhead. Their combined juices tasted so good.

As for The Prince. Oh, he was exhausted, but anxious to do this again. He loved the way Emma worshipped his Royal Cock, and now this. Her warm, wet cat; a cat he loved to taste was now a place he wanted to stick not just his tongue, but his Royal Cock again and again.

Emma should not have been surprised. After all those months of worshipping his Royal Cock, it always seemed to be ready for more. Now, after all her licking, it was on the rise again.

She started to put her lips over his cockhead, on her way to swallowing it all, when Prince James shocked her. He rolled her off him, and then got on top of her, and guided his Royal Cock to her entrance. There were no preliminaries, once her cat was breeched, The Prince slammed it right into her. All of it.

Her eyes got big as he invaded her. Thankfully, her cat was still juicy from earlier, and although some of his Royal Cream leaked out; there was still plenty to act as a lubricant.

He just pounded her cat unmercifully. “Yes, yes, oh yes, Your Highness fuck my cat. My cat is all yours. “Yes, yes, yes, give it all to me. Your Royal Cock is so good to me; so good to my cat.”

She was so loud that Anna and Claudia, doing their chores, poked their heads into his chambers to make sure everything was alright. From their line of sight, all they saw was The Prince’s young ass bouncing up and down, and Emma’s legs flailing away; going this way and that.

Although Emma continued to worship his Royal Cock on an almost daily basis, and numerous times during her bleeding time, and Prince James used his tongue every day to prepare her cat, they fucked. They fucked a lot. As good as she worshipped his Royal Cock, he still insisted that they fuck.

Emma, of course, was more than willing. In fact, she showed him various ways to enter her cat. Sometimes, when her ex-husband, Andy, just wanted to fuck and nothing more, he’d roll her on her stomach, she’d lift her ass off the bed, and he pounded her while she cried with joy with each thrust. When The Prince’s oversized manhood fucked her like that, she was certain that she could be heard throughout the Kingdom. She didn’t care.

Every day, Anna and Claudia changed the bedding and bathed them. Anna was careful when washing Emma’s cat and applied some salve to take away whatever pain there might be from the pounding The Prince’s Royal Cock gave it. The slave girls often watched from behind a curtain the pounding she took.

Claudia, meanwhile, bathed The Prince. There was caked on Royal Cream and Emma’s juices all over his manhood. Not all the time. There were times when Emma licked it cleaned, and it just needed soap and water. Claudia’s own cat was wet when she finished.

A year later Emma was summoned by the Queen and the other wives. “Is my son ready to take his place as Pharaoh?”

“Oh, yes, Your Highness. Any woman who comes to his bed will leave with stars in her eyes. She will be over the moon with happiness.”

“I’d like to find that out for myself,” Zorna, the youngest wife interrupted.

“I’m the second wife,” Mathilde said, “I expect that I should be the first.”

“Excuse me, I know that this is not part of our tradition, but after all I’ve done, if I could make a request,” said Emma.

“Proceed.”

“Anna and Claudia, the two slave girls were taken from their husbands far to the south. They’ve been without men for I don’t know how long. I think we could reward their loyalty by giving them to The Prince for one month each.”

It was a shocking proposal. There were gasps from the other wives, but the Queen held up her hand. “Emma has a good point. If we treat our slaves badly, they might revolt, but if once in a while we treat them with kindness, we’re buying their loyalty. Choose one.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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