The Most Loved of All

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I missed Khentemsemet. There had been times, due to the high priest’s duties, that we were apart for long periods. Not to say I didn’t have duties as well, and I worked diligently at them. But my body yearned for his.

Each time Khentemsemet made love to me, I became more enthralled with him, and I waited impatiently for him to come to my bed.

Shortly after the first time he had made love to me, he’d said we had to conceal our love—I was the Pharaoh’s brother, and although Khentemsemet was the high priest, people would sneer at him.

“They would see me loving you as an excuse for me to rise up in the world,” he said, his tone mournful.

“That’s nonsense,” I declared hotly.

“That’s kind of you, Prince, and so like you to see it that way, but my reputation would be in ruins.”

I hated that thought, but I hated the sadness on his face even more, so I agreed to treat him as nothing more than an acquaintance, but it was difficult, and there would be those long stretches when we were apart. After all, as high priest, he had to visit the temples throughout the kingdom to make sure they were being cared for and our god worshipped in the proper manner.

“Take me with you,” I begged.

“I cannot.” He ran his hand over my hair and offered me a goblet of wine, which I gulped down greedily. “However, I have something for you to play with.”

“I don’t need a toy.” I set aside the goblet. “I’m not a child.”

“No, you’re not a child. However, this isn’t precisely a toy.”

“Then what, my lord?” I blinked and swayed. I had imbibed the wine too quickly.

He presented me a pair of phalli, one ivory and the other onyx, and a fragrant ointment. “Use the ointment to ease the ivory phallus’s way into you, and think of me when you do so.”

“I’d rather it was you.”

“As do I.”

“And what of the onyx one?” It was a good deal larger than the ivory one.

“Ah. You must work up to that, impatient one. That one will be for when I return. Trust me. Our time apart will be over before we know it.”

My c**k hardened and my sphincter clenched. “Oh, yes.”

We had a final meal together, and I hoped afterward we might dally, but after a last sip of wine—he wasn’t one for sweets and so declined the date cake—he cupped my cheek, ran his thumb over my lips, and left.

That night I used the ivory phallus, which was a good size. I sighed. It just wasn’t as large as Khentemsemet’s member. And while it helped for a time, by the next evening, I was desperate to have his flesh and blood c**k in my back passage rather than an artificial one. So I slicked up my passage, lay on my back, worked the phallus in and out of my body, and wondered what the huge onyx phallus would feel like.

However, for that one, I would wait as he suggested.

Two months passed in this fashion, and I’d resigned myself to another less-than-satisfactory evening once again, when Khentemsemet appeared.

“My lord!” I was too well trained to throw myself into his arms, but oh, I wanted to. “May I offer you wine?”

He studied me broodingly. “Do you wish to please me, Teremun?”

“Of course.”

“Splendid. And you’ll do all I ask of you?”

“You have but to ask.”

“And if I say we shall play a game?”

“A game, lord? I’m not a child,” I informed him once again.

“I’m well aware of that. I intend to bring another to our bed.”

“But—”

“And you will agree to it because you belong to me, because you’re curious, and because I ask it of you.”

I did belong to him, body and soul. And truth to tell, I was curious. I smiled at him. “Yes.”

He smiled back, his eyes glinting with approval. “Retire to your bedchamber.”

I hurried to obey him. What would it be like to take another man into my body? I’d only had Khentemsemet. Or perhaps I would get to put my c**k into someone. I’d never thought of that before, and I found the idea arousing.

I stripped off my kilt and was about to prepare my back passage for what was to come when the high priest entered.

“Not that. I have an ointment I brought you. But first, put on the silver chain I had crafted for you.” He was so kind, gave me so many things.

I took the links from the lapis box I kept in a chest and fastened it low on my hips.

“Excellent.” He placed a ring around my c**k and secured it to the chain. “Now, kneel up on the bed.”

I did as he bid, folded my arms, and rested my cheek on my forearm.

“Excellent,” Khentemsemet murmured again. He reached under me and stroked my c**k, chuckling when he found me already oozing the clear fluid that indicated my arousal.

“I’ve missed you, lord.”

He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he released my c**k. After a moment, I felt his slicked finger trailing from my testicles to my opening, and I shivered. He drove his finger into me, removed it—

“Please, my lord—”

“Hush. I’m just gathering more ointment.”

“Mmm. It feels delightful.”

“Your delight pleases me.” He inserted two fingers this time, pressing them all the way in. Then he twisted his fingers as if to coat the walls of my channel, and in doing so crossed the sweet spot within me. I moaned and thrust back against his fingers. He stroked my buttocks, then repeated this two more times.

The ointment had started as a cool pleasure, but by the time he withdrew his teasing fingers, an itch had begun.

“Lord?”

“You said you would do whatever I asked of you,” he reminded me.

“Y-yes.” I couldn’t prevent myself from wriggling my buttocks in a vain attempt to ease the feeling that was starting to drive me wild. “Please, my lord. Ride me.”

“You need it, don’t you, my pretty princeling?”

“Desperately.”

“Then you shall have it.” But he stepped away and snapped his fingers. “Now, we’re going to play.”

* * * *

I wasn’t certain how many men I’d had by the end of the night. Khentemsemet watched and praised, and occasionally teased my mouth with his c**k. Finally, the maddening itch was soothed.

He released the c**k ring and stroked me to completion.

“Thank you, lord.”

“Perhaps we’ll do this again.”

I yawned. “If that is your wish.”

“You’re coming along very well.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Nothing, princeling.” Once again he snapped his fingers, and a slave brought a basin of warm water and a cloth, and began to clean me off.

I was sound asleep before he was done…