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circumcised. She used her lips to uncover, then cover their cockheads. She smiled to herself, ‘there it is, and then it’s gone.’

Because she was so physically unappealing, the Pharaoh had no interest in fucking her cat, and since she wasn’t young or a virgin, he had no desire to taste it. Nonetheless she was satisfied. If she was skillful when she first was brought to him over the years, she only got better and better.

His third wife could not compete with her worshipping skills, but her cat pleased the Pharaoh. It wasn’t until Emma came along that her talent was rivalled, but by that time she was sixty years old, and His Highness called on her less frequently, which greatly disappointed her.

Now, she was given a month to see if Prince James was worthy. When he disrobed, her heart skipped a beat. Like Emma she was shocked by the size of his manhood, and it was still at rest.

“You will undress for me. I’d like to see your cat.”

The Pharaoh never asked her to undress. Her husband saw her naked, but that was almost forty years ago. She was embarrassed at her age, but he was the heir to the throne, “yes, Your Highness.”

She wasn’t a particular tall woman, but her breasts were large; now they hung down her chest. Her ass sagged. Her hair was grey, as was much of her pubic hair. Since the Pharaoh had no interest in fucking or tasting her cat, he never ordered her to shave it.

“Lay down, spread your legs. I want to take a good look at your cat.”

‘How embarrassing,’ she thought, but of course, she obeyed. For a few minutes, kneeling between her legs, he just stared. He’d seen Emma’s hairy cat, and the two slave girls naked cats, but now he was looking at old Mathilde’s grey bush. His fingers pried open her lips. “Lovely,” he whispered, but loud enough for her to hear.

Her husband told her that decades ago, long before this boy was born. She was still self-conscious that he was looking at her open cat, but secretly pleased.

Then the most surprising, stunning, shocking thing happened to her; something that hadn’t happened since early in her marriage. Young Prince James tasted her cat.

He only ran his tongue up and down her slit once or twice, before she moaned. Perhaps more in surprise than how it felt. That he continued to lick her cat was astonishing, and he seemed to enjoy her, mumbling, “Mathilde, you taste so good.”

Her hips started involuntarily moving; trying to get more of his tongue, and her moans, also involuntarily became louder.

Then it happened, The Prince found her special spot. A spot that hadn’t been touched in ages. Unlike Emma’s, but similar to little Anna’s, it was prominent and thanks to Emma, he knew exactly how to massage it with his tongue.

Her first orgasm was earth shattering. She howled as his tongue played and played; “ahhhh-owww, ahhhh-owwww, ahhh-owww,” Then howled again, “ahhhh-owww, ahhhh-owwww, ahhh-owww,” and then a third time, “ahhhh-owww, ahhhh-owwww, ahhh-owww.”

Around the palace, people stopped and listened, trying to figure how what the sound was and who was making it. A few women smiled; they didn’t know who, but they knew what was happening.

Tears rolled down her face. She was humping The Prince’s face. Sweat was pouring off her. There’d never been anything like this in her entire life. Although to be fair, it was so long ago, she barely remembered the things her husband did to her. “Aahhhh-owww, ahhhh-owwww, ahhh-owww,” she moaned as The Prince’s tongue did her again.

“Mathilde, you have the most delicious cat. I’m going to want to taste it again, but now, look at what tasting you does to me.”

He rolled off her and onto his back; the Royal Cock erect. After what Prince James did, Mathilde was anxious to thank him the only way she knew how.

Surprisingly for her age, she quickly knelt between his legs, and although it had been months and months since the Pharaoh last called on her, her talented mouth did not forget, and she knew what she was: a cock worshipper.

In one swoop, she swallowed almost all the Royal Cock. When she’d first arrived at his apartment, she’d seen it, but now here it was in all its glory. She couldn’t believe how big and how hard it was. ‘I hope it’s from tasting my cat,’ she thought to herself.

After going up and down on that incredibly long shaft, she took it out, and held it down by his sack, “Your Highness, you have the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful. Will you allow me to worship it all the time?”

Prince James pushed her head back down. After all these years, not only did she know how to make a man spurt but also using her lips loose or tight around his shaft to keep him from spurting.

Today, Mathilde wanted to enjoy The Prince’s Royal Cock for a long, long time. For a woman her age, she had astonishing stamina. She’d get Prince James close, then slow down.

When he finally rewarded her, his throbbing cock was deep in her mouth. The Prince gave her more than any man, including his father. ‘Ah, the joy of young cock,’ she smiled with a mouthful. She was going to want that young cock again and again, and perhaps she could convince him to give her his tongue again: his Royal Tongue.

“Mathilde, I never thought anything could be so good. You were amazing.”

“Your Highness, your majestic cock encouraged me.”

“Oh, no, Mathilde, you misunderstand. I was talking about your delicious cat.”

If his tongue hadn’t caused her cat to leak, his words had her flowing like the Nile at flood time. His tongue made her feel like she’d never felt before. Mathilde wanted that feeling again, but she also wanted to worship his glorious cock. “Your Highness, my cat and my mouth are yours whenever you want them.” She kissed his cockhead.

Later that day, she was stunned when Prince James insisted on doing her cat again. He didn’t hesitate and almost immediately found her secret spot. “Hmmmm, hmmmm, Mathilde, your cat tastes so good. It makes my cock so hard. Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm.”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Your Highness, oh, oh, oh, oh, Your Highness, you’re so good to my cat, so good. My cat has never felt like this.” She wasn’t lying. “Aahhhh-owww, aahhhh-owwww, aahhh-owww ahhhh-owww, aahhhh-owwww, ahhh-owww ahhhh-owww, ahhhh-owwww, ahhh-owww,” his Royal Tongue massaged her special spot.

After her third orgasm, “Your Highness, please let me worship your cock. I want it, please. I want to feel you in my mouth. Let me have your Royal Cock. Let me worship it.”

Prince James was reluctant to leave that old, but delicious cat. His tongue found her special spot one more time, and Mathilde was beside herself in her elation. “Please, Your Highness. You know what I want, please.”

His face covered with her cat’s juices; Prince James rolled on his back.

“Thank you, Your Highness. My cat’s never felt so good. And look at you; your Royal Cock standing so tall. I hope that was from tasting my cat.”

Without waiting for an answer, Mathilde began to worship it. Immediately her lips slid over his huge cockhead, and down his shaft. Prince James watched as she made his cock disappear down her throat. Then, except for that cockhead, it re-appeared and then disappeared. Over and over again. Mathilde’s lips slid up and down that long, thick shaft.

For Mathilde, The Prince’s Royal Cock was so much better to worship than her ex-husband’s, Pharaoh Gregory’s or any of those emissaries from foreign lands. She couldn’t imagine that anything could get better, and best of all he seemed to love the taste of her cat.

It wasn’t until their third week together that Prince James wanted to fuck her. After all, he loved the taste of her cat, and the way she worshipped his Royal Cock was beyond compare. That’s how they spent those first two weeks.

If you’ll recall, earlier in her marriage she informed her husband, Marcus that she had no interest in fucking but would happily worship his cock whenever he wanted. Neither the Pharaoh nor those ambassadors wanted to fuck her, especially after she’d worshipped their cocks. You’ll also recall, she was a very unattractive woman; her face in particular had very harsh features.

Now, Prince James wanted to fuck her. How could she tell him that she had no interest?

His tongue had just finished playing with her special spot, and she was euphoric. Her cat was wide open and her juices were flowing. It never occurred to her to stop him, although during her orgasms, she’d begged him to let her worship his cock, but now he was adamant and he was the Royal Prince, heir to the throne.

He moved on top of her, and she felt that enormous meat probing her cat, and then she felt it. Yes, he was invading her cat, and she was okay with that. In fact, it had been so long, she was anxious to find out how it felt.

Her ex-husband, Marcus’ cock was below average, and now she had the opportunity for The Prince’s camel-like manhood. It would be different, wouldn’t it?

It took Mathilde only a few minutes to realize that in fact she’d never been fucked. When Emma showed him how to fuck, she encouraged him to pound her cat. Anna demanded that he slam his cock into her cat.

It was the only way he knew. That Royal Cock filled Mathilde up. There was no pain. It was as if her old cat was grateful to accept such a gift. Besides, his incredible tongue work had her juices flowing like never before. Well, except when she was worshipping him.

Mathilde moved beneath him. Her old, saggy ass bouncing off the bed. Her hips and legs moving like she was riding a bicycle; an invention thousands of years in the future. And then there were the sounds coming out of her mouth. It was one continuous “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHH.”

There was nothing like it in her sixty years of living. Oh, she loved the way Prince James tasted her cat, but that big Royal Cock pumping in an out of her cat were beyond words. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” is not a word. Neither is “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH.”

The young Prince just kept going and going, and Mathilde moved with him. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHHH. OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH.”

When he was tasting her, his tongue never quit, and now neither did his Royal Cock, but he was still a man; albeit a young man. Finally, she felt his shaft throbbing deep inside her, and then it was his turn to make those unintelligible words. “AAAAAAAHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHH, AAAAAHHHH.”

Over the next two weeks; depending on The Prince’s desires, Mathilde worshipped his cock, The Prince tasted her cat or he fucked it; always on top of her.

She was reluctant to leave his chambers, but she’d only been given one month. It was the best time of her life.

As for The Prince, he didn’t want her to leave either. Neither Emma or Anna gave his Royal Cock or his tongue the pleasures that Mathilde’s old cat gave him. Then there was the way she worshipped that Royal Cock.

Mathilde gave Queen Beatrice a glowing report on the prowess of young Prince James, and she begged for just one more month; “even one more week or one more night.”

“No, it’s time The Prince tries someone his own age. “Zorna, are you ready to worship His Highness?”

“Yes, Queen Beatrice. I’m anxious. I’ve been anxious. My cat is already wet just thinking how I might please him.”

It wasn’t to be. Prince James requested an audience with his mother and father. The Pharaoh’s other wives were there, too. “I appreciate the opportunity for Zorna to worship me. She is a woman of unsurpassed beauty, but I have been so happy this last month with Mathilde. I’d like her to move into my chambers, permanently.

There were loud gasps from the other wives; even the Queen, herself, could not believe what she’d just heard. She looked at her son, then at Mathilde, who had gasped the loudest.

“No, no, no,” young Zorna stood up. “It’s my turn to worship Prince James.” Ever since she’d married the Pharaoh all she did was complain. More than once the Pharaoh and the Queen chastised her for not knowing her place.

Then she did something no one in the palace had ever seen before. She walked over to The Prince, stood in front of him and dropped her gown. Yes, she stood naked before him. “I’m all yours. My mouth is yours, and . . .” she got on the floor, spread her legs, “so is my cat. Take me now, right here, if you desire.”

Zorna was the Pharaoh’s youngest wife. A little over five years ago, he was being carried on a pallet and shaded by a canopy to keep the sun from his face, when he observed a young woman bathing in the Nile.

This wasn’t unusual. Men and women did this on a regular basis, but women usually found a secluded spot for the sake of modesty. Men didn’t care.

Young Zorna thought she’d found such a spot, but the Pharaoh happened to see her. He directed his entourage to approach her silently, and lost in her thoughts, she didn’t see or hear them approach. Sometimes, she was in water up to her shoulders; other times only to her knees.

‘She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,’ thought the sixty-five-year-old ruler. He called to his bodyguards, “bring that woman to me.”

Taking her by the arms, the guards presented her to the Pharaoh. She was naked, water was dripping off her, and her hair was disheveled. “How old are you?”

“I’m nearly twenty. Please, Your Highness, may I get my clothes? I’m so embarrassed with all these men staring at me.”

“Not yet, and don’t try to cover yourself. Let me take a good look at you.”

Reluctantly, she moved her hands and arms away from her body and bowed her head. Her perfectly formed breasts stood out on her chest, her nipples hard from the coolness of the Nile’s waters. Her cat dripping between her legs. “Are you married?”

“No, Your Highness.”

“Tomorrow, have your mother bring you to the palace.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Have I done something wrong?”

“Not at all. Just be at the palace tomorrow with your mother.”

The next day, Zorna and her mother appeared before the Pharaoh. His wife, Mathilde, his other wives including Emma were there. “Is your daughter a virgin?” He asked.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I wish to marry her.”

“That’s a great honor, Your Highness. I am honored, my daughter is honored, our whole family is honored.”

“You know what is expected of her as my wife. Come back in two months and make sure you’ve instructed her on how to conduct herself as the wife of the Pharaoh.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Zorna’s mother knew that the Pharaoh meant by ‘instruct’ was to teach young Zorna how to worship the Pharaoh. She also knew that the Pharaoh was much bigger than any man. It would take all her knowledge to prepare her daughter for her wedding night.

Although prepared by her mother, when young Zorna was presented to the Pharaoh in his chambers, she wasn’t ready for what she saw.

The Pharaoh was naked. His mammoth member hanging between his legs. He indicated that she should join him on his bed. A slave girl helped her disrobe.

Her beauty took his breath away. Lay on my bed, let me see all of you,” he commanded.

She knew what he meant. She spread her legs. Her dark fur covered cat, a beacon against her brown skin. “Lovely, you are indeed lovely.” Pharaoh Gregory used his fingers to open her cat lips. Knowing she was a virgin, he was gentle. Just looking at her cat had his Royal Cock on the rise.

Her mother never mentioned that the Pharaoh might taste her cat. It was shocking, but there he was; his tongue sliding up and down her young, sweet slit.

There was nothing like the taste of virgin cat. He couldn’t count the number of mothers who begged him to allow their daughters to worship his Royal Cock, and if they were virgins, he always, always tasted their young, fresh cat.

But there was nothing like this one, he thought as his tongue probed her deliciousness, except for Emma’s daughter a few years ago, none tasted like this one.

Those virgins had no idea what to expect when his tongue found their special spot. This one moaned so loud that Claudia, the slave girl, peeked in to see if her master needed anything. She smiled, no, there was nothing he needed. He was getting everything he could possibly want. Claudia was jealous; her own cat had been deprived ever since she’d been taken from her village and her husband far to the south a decade ago.

The Royal Tongue continued teasing that most sensitive spot, and Zorna sighed, moved her hips and ass. There was nothing like this. Her mother had instructed her to beg His Highness to allow her to worship him, but right now that was the farthest thing from her mind.

Her first orgasm; the first of her life brought her to places she’d never dreamed of. The second and third ones were even more intense. His face covered with her tasty juices, “are you ready to worship my cock now?”

“Oh, yes, Your Highness. Anything you want. Anything.” Her mother told her that he’d fuck her, but if he wanted her to worship his Royal Cock, she would be the most enthusiastic cock worshipper ever.

He got out from between her legs, but not before giving her cat one more kiss.

Walking through her village, almost every day she saw men walking naked, sometimes with an erection. It was not a big deal. Egyptian women did not avert their eyes, but neither did they stare, unless of course, there was one that was unusual.

By unusual, there were the men from foreign lands with their uncircumcised cocks. That did cause women to stare, and then there were the very few who were unusually big, but she’d never seen anything like The Pharaoh’s. Like Emma and other women, she compared it to the camels she’d seen.

“You may proceed.”

Her tongue massaged his ball sack, while one hand slowly stroked his shaft. “Your Highness, your Royal Cock is grand. I see why you are The Pharaoh. I am honored, and I will do my best to please you.”

To be honest, she wasn’t very good. Not like Emma, and although it had been a long time since he’d summoned her, she was definitely not like Mathilde. Of course, he didn’t expect it. None of the virgins had acquired that skill yet, but he couldn’t fault her energy or her enthusiasm.

She’d get better, and with her beauty, he’d give her every chance. Her mouth only took an inch or two of his Royal Cock, but she used her hand to stroke his shaft.

It took a long time, and Zorna’s mouth, lips and tongue played and played. Her mother told her about men’s explosions, but she never expected that there’d be three or four of them, and there was so much of the Royal Cream. Before his second spurt, Zorna took it out of her mouth, anxious to tell him how much she loved worshipping his Royal Cock. Those next two explosions unexpectedly covered her face. The Pharaoh roared as he spurted.

“Oh, my Your Highness that was the greatest thing ever,” she looked up with her cream-covered face.

She was a sight. Not only didn’t he laugh but thought she looked even more beautiful. He’d have to let her do him like that again.

She called for his slave girl to take her away and get her cleaned up. At his age, it would be until tomorrow before he’d be ready again. As she walked away, he could not help but admire her beauty.

The next day when she appeared before him, she was naked, and his Royal Cock was already hard as she walked toward him. “Did you enjoy yesterday, Zorna?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Her mother had prepared her for this question, “the best was when I worshipped your Royal Cock.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Today, you can spend the whole day worshipping it. You may proceed.” He was seated on his throne, and she knelt before him. The slave girl placed a soft pillow on the floor. Yes, she would be there for hours.

He let her worship for as long as she wanted. When he felt he was close, he pushed her head away. Frequently, he pushed her hands away from his shaft, “Just your mouth; just your mouth.”

When she got tired, he allowed her to take her a brief rest. Then she just looked at the Royal Cock in admiration; examining every inch with her eyes. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft, around his circumcised cockhead, and she marveled at the texture of his ball sack.

That’s how she spent the day. It was late afternoon before he let her use her hands along with her mouth to make him spurt. Just moments before his explosion: “take it out of your mouth; take a close look; watch it closely.”

Just like yesterday, he shot all over her face. Once, twice, three times. “Oh, oh, oh, oh yes, Your Highness. That’s marvelous. There’s so much of your Royal Cream. I love it.”

Her face was covered even more than yesterday. “Your Highness, my mother told me that your Royal Cream would taste delicious. I swallowed a little bit yesterday, but I want to taste it all. I’ll try my best to swallow it all if you’ll let me.”

“Tomorrow, you’ll get your chance.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

The slave girl led her away. “The Pharaoh is very pleased with you. Let me show you what you look like.” She held a mirror to her face. Her brown skin was flaked with Royal Cream, which had not yet started to cake on. “Can I keep it like this?”

“Just until the morning. He’ll want to see you cleaned up.”

Zorna slept on her back. Occasionally feeling her cream covered face. She fell asleep with a big smile on her face.

Naked, escorted by the slave girl, the beautiful Zorna entered The Pharaoh’s bedchamber. He was seated on his throne, a pillow on the floor in front of him.

She didn’t hesitate. First, she massaged his ball sack with her tongue, then that tongue slid up and down his shaft. Finally, she started on his massive cockhead. When she started to put her lips over it, “take your time, remember you have all day. Go slow.”

She mumbled, “I want to taste your Royal Cream. All of it.”

He patted her on the head, “in due time.”

Slowly her lips slid down his shaft, but no more than three or four inches. That’s all she could do. Then she started to take it in and out of her mouth; in and out; in and out.

Her mouth was stretched, but she was eager to worship his Royal Cock. Her youth gave her stamina: she worshipped and worshipped then worshipped some more. In modern terms, she sucked and sucked and then sucked some more.

It was early afternoon when she felt him start to throb. Yes, she’d been worshipping that Royal Cock all morning. He held her head down. “Be ready, here it comes. I want you want to swallow it all. Arrrrrgh, arrragh, arrragh,” he roared.

She tried to move her head, but he was holding her head with a lot of pressure and he was strong. She had little choice, and yes, she did want it. She felt like she was drowning in his Royal Cream.

Finally, he released her head. She gasped for air but was so pleased with herself; not a drop escaped her mouth. “Your Highness that was the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. When can I worship you again?”

He smiled. “At my age, if I’m lucky, before I go to sleep.”

“You mean if I’m lucky,” she smiled up at him.

He did call on her just after dark. Eagerly, she began to worship his Royal Cock. “It is unlikely that you will taste my Royal Cream tonight, but . . .”

“. . . but I can worship it all I want, right?” Then it was in her mouth.

For about an hour, Zorna’s lips, tongue and mouth played. Sometimes worshipping, sometimes licking, sometimes just having fun with it.

“I need to rest. You can come back in the morning, and start where you left off,” he patted her on the head. “You’re a good girl.”

She complained to the slave girl that she was left unfulfilled. Of course, the slave girl, loyal to the Pharaoh passed it on to him.

Pharaoh Gregory lied. In the morning, he was anxious to taste that still virgin cat again, but he planned that by the end of the day, she’d no longer be a virgin.

He just shook his head in awe when she came into his bedchamber. She was incredibly beautiful; and now that she was learning some important skills, her beauty seemed to radiate.

“I’m ready to worship your Royal Cock, Your Highness,” she announced.

“Not yet. I’d like to see your cat again.”

Zorna climbed on his bed and spread her legs for him. She was pleased that the Pharaoh liked her cat, but she was anxious to worship his Royal Cock; that’s all she’d thought about all night.

“Hmmm, that is a beautiful cat, and it tasted so good the other day. He didn’t spend more than a few seconds looking. His tongue opened her slit. ‘Yes, she is delicious,’ he thought. Already his Royal Cock was rising.

Up and down her virgin slit his tongue went. The one thing about virgins, he thought, is once you find their secret spot, they have no idea why they are reacting, the way they are reacting. It’s all new to them, and then they can’t wait to show their appreciation.

Some showed it by worshipping his Royal Cock like it was the last cock in all of Egypt. Others, and that would be Zorna’s fate today, would show it by the way they fucked.

When that first orgasm struck, she spasmed, even though she now knew what to expect, she was overwhelmed by the feelings that swept over her. Her hands gripped the bedding; her head rolled back and forth; indecipherable sounds crossed her lips.

She didn’t want this feeling to end ever. Zorna knew she shouldn’t but involuntarily her hands held his head against her cat. It was as if she was demanding that he taste her cat. A commoner like herself could demand nothing from His Royal Highness.

It was unnecessary. Pharaoh Gregory had no intention of stopping. His tongue was all over her most sensitive spot. However, he made note of her insolence.

Zorna felt it happening again. She moaned loudly, rolled her hips; lifted her ass off the bed, again, pushed his head down.

As soon as this one passed, his tongue induced another.

It was the most glorious time of her young life. “Please, Your Highness, please let me worship your Royal Cock, please. I want to feel it in my mouth. I want it so bad. I want to taste your Royal Cream.”

It wasn’t to be, at least right now. While Zorna tried to catch her breath, the Pharaoh lifted his cat juice covered face and called for his slave girl. “I’ll be back shortly. Get her ready.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

He left the bedchamber, and the slave girl washed Zorna. She washed the sweat from her face and chest. Then she washed her thighs and cat. “The Pharaoh is not only going to want your cat clean, but he wants me to prepare it to accept the Royal Cock. I have some salve that will make his entry easier.”

Her mother told her this was coming, and it would be painful, but after what his Royal Tongue did to her, she wasn’t really thinking about it. In fact, after what just happened, she was certain that no matter what he did, he couldn’t possibly hurt her.

The slave girl rubbed a generous amount of the salve in her cat opening, and her tiny inner lips. “He’ll be back shortly. It shouldn’t be too painful. You’ll see,” she smiled.

No sooner had she left than Pharaoh Gregory came back. Zorna was lying back, her legs spread. Looking at him approaching her, she couldn’t help but notice that his massive Royal Cock was erect. “Do I get to worship it now?” She asked.

“Only if you can worship it with your cat.” Then he was atop of her. She spread her legs even farther apart. “This is all new to you, I’ll be gentle.” He guided that Royal Cock to her entrance. In fact, he used his hand to rub it against her secret spot, which was still sensitive.

Zorna moaned slightly. Then she felt it opening her cat; stretching it, but the slave girl’s ointment worked. There was no pain.

The farther The Pharaoh pushed in, the more joy Zorna felt. “Yes, Your Highness, take my virginity. I want you to be the first. It’s a gift I want you to have.”

The Pharaoh, over the years, had taken too many virgins to count. None more enjoyable than Emma’s daughter, Ellie, but now this one was among the most beautiful.

Her cat was the tightest he could remember, but the slave girl’s balm eased the way. “Move for me. Fuck my cock. Move as if your cat was your mouth. You have a marvelous mouth.”

“My mouth is all yours Your Highness, but not right now. Keep feeding my cat.”

Over the next few minutes, he started to move faster; and Zorna joined him. Her ass bouncing off the bed, and her hips going up and down. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Your Highness, you make me feel wonderful. Better than when your Royal Tongue was tasting my cat. Oh, oh, oh, keep fucking me. Oh, oh, oh Your Highness.”

This girl’s mother taught her well. I should reward her with a day of worshipping my Royal Cock. He was talking about Zorna’s mother.

Just like when The Pharaoh was tasting her, that feeling was creeping over her. When that orgasmic wave hit, Zorna was moaning, sighing, writhing, bouncing.

He pounded her harder just to see if she liked it. “Just like that Your Highness. Do my cat just like that. My cat loves your Royal Cock as much as my mouth does. Keep fucking me.”

Yes, she liked it. He slammed in and out of her even faster; then faster. She slammed right back into him as if she’d done this before.

Her arms were around his neck, when that second orgasm hit. Inadvertently, her fingernails scratched his back, even drawing blood.

He didn’t notice it until a slave girl mentioned it when she was bathing him. “This girl needs to be put in her place.” He never did, but he didn’t forget either.

Pharaoh Gregory’s cock was throbbing, and just as he started to spurt, Zorna felt a third orgasm. He collapsed on top of the whimpering young girl. “Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhh,” she moaned.

“Arrrrgh, arrrgh, arrgh,” he bellowed.

Not yet understanding how men’s bodies worked, “please Your Highness, do me again or let me worship your Royal Cock. You have no idea how good your Royal Cock was to me. Please can I worship it?”

Until her next bleeding time, that’s how their days and nights went. Zorna improved her worshipping and The Pharaoh rewarded her efforts by tasting her cat or fucking it.

It was then and only then that she became officially his wife. Like Emma started, her duties for the first five years were to prepare the Royal Cock, then clean it after he’d fucked one of his other wives or some other virgin or the mother of some virgin, like he’d done with Emma.

She longed for more of his tongue and more of that Royal Cock in her cat. She complained to the Pharaoh’s other wives, and even to her personal slave girl. All of this got back to the Pharaoh.

When she saw an opportunity to worship Prince James’ cock, she tried to make herself as desirable as possible.

TO BE CONTINUED

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