Birthday Gift #2
This one has no name but again was written by Dragonwrangler
The final attack when it came vibrated through the air within the Dueling Grounds, shaking the walls and causing Atemu’s drinking cup to fall from the table beside him and hit the floor with a loud clattering sound. Atemu watched Mahado drop to a kneeling position, panting harshly but nodding in appreciation of his opponent’s skill.
Seth stood across the dueling field from Mahado, also panting harshly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Atemu could see a light sheen of sweat on the High Priest, highlighting the well defined muscles of his bare arms, his every move as decisive and powerful as the dragon he had just summoned to end the duel. Seth gave one sharp nod to Mahado in recognition of a well fought duel before stepping past him to make his way to the throne, dropping to one knee before Atemu.
As he admired the figure before him, Atemu managed to say evenly, “Well done Seth. I must congratulate you on your skill. I believe even I would have difficulty beating you today.”
Seth looked up, blue eyes presenting their ever present challenge to Atemu‘s control. “I am glad I could provide you with suitable entertainment, my Pharaoh. I hope you have been pleased.”
Catching an odd, slightly amused expression on Mahado’s face as he stepped into his spot to the side of the platform the throne sat on, and distracted by a barely muffled snicker from his wife Ifenete, Atemu responded absently, “Yes, you have Seth, thank you.”
As he let his eyes roam discretely over Seth’s tall lean form as the Priest rose gracefully to his feet and turned away, Atemu was surprised when Ifenete, in a low voice only he could hear said, “Coward.”
Startled Atemu turned to her. “What?”
Smiling slightly as she watched the Priests gather around Seth to congratulate him she answered, “I said coward.” Leaning closer she added, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she glanced his way, “And if you do not think Seth is interested in you then you are blind as well.”
“Ifenete!” Atemu protested in an undertone.
She simply raised an eyebrow, a small smirk pulling at her lips. “Did I say something that offends you, husband? “
Atemu shook his head and voiced the argument he had been having with himself for some time in regards to Seth, the one argument that had kept him from following through with the thoughts in his head. “Ifenete, he’s my cousin!”
Before he could continue, she cut him off with a soft laugh as she pointed out, “It’s not as if you could have a child with him, Atemu.” A thoughtful look momentarily crossed her face. “Unless he knows about a spell that I’m unaware of.” She grinned. “It would be entertaining, seeing how Seth would handle being pregnant.”
Atemu made a face at that image, prompting another laugh from Ifenete.
Curiosity and desire getting the better of him as he turned to watch Seth again he asked, “That would not bother you, my being with Seth?”
Ifenete rolled her eyes. “I already share you with seven other wives; I’m used to your attention being divided.” She shrugged and added in a matter of fact tone of voice, “And you have three potential heirs now. As long as you remember your duty to us I have no problem with this.”
Atemu gave Ifenete a smirk. “You would have me deny you my prowess in relieving your needs, wife?”
Ifenete snickered. “Atemu, do you really think we pine away waiting for you? We are more than capable of satisfying our own needs.”
Unable to help himself, Atemu laughed. “You’re shattering my illusions, Ifenete.”
“Someone has to. Besides,” Ifenete leaned close to whisper seductively in his ear, “I’m sure Seth can do things for you that none of us can.”
Knowing he was going to lose this argument, mostly because he had already lost it to himself, he turned to Ifenete. “Fine, then I will let you inform Dakhamazu I will not be needing her tonight.”
“As you wish, my husband.” she answered regally, though the smirk on her face told Atemu she was going to enjoy telling Dakhamazu just that.
Atemu felt a moment of pity for the former princess. But only a moment.
Letting his eyes follow Seth as he left the Grounds, Atemu waited before rising up to follow. He leisurely walked through the corridor that led to the living quarters of the Priests and knowing exactly which room was Seth’s, having visited his High Priest many times in the past for advice, stepped into Seth’s quarters without a second thought.
He had not considered the fact Seth would be undressing.
Pharaoh openly stared at his High Priest. Used to seeing Seth dressed in the long blue robes of his office, Atemu found himself reacting to the almost nude man before him strongly, and finding it difficult to hide, especially under the curious look he was now getting from the Priest.
Abruptly making a decision, Atemu turned away from Seth, headed for the rooms set aside for his private use at the back of the Temple complex, stating clearly, “Come with me Seth, High Priest of Wedju.”
Having no doubt he would be followed, and not allowing Seth the opportunity to change into something he might deem more appropriate for a meeting with his Pharaoh, Atemu strode purposely to his rooms and stopped to gesture his servants from the bedroom. Settling in a chair, Atemu waved a hand to Seth to take the chair beside him.
Instead of taking the seat, Seth halted before him, obviously annoyed at being commanded in such a way but trying hard to conceal it. “What is it you want, Pharaoh?”
Growing even more aroused than he already was as he stared at the challenge before him, Atemu met the Priest’s blazing blue eyes and admitted, “Actually, it’s you I want, Priest.”
The answer seemed to surprise Seth, causing a frown to settle across his face. Atemu stood, effectively closing the distance between them. Holding the Priest’s gaze, Atemu reached out a hand to lightly run his fingers over the sculpted muscles of Seth’s abdomen, feeling them tighten as Seth’s breathing became deeper. He could feel his own breath growing rapid, the heat coiling in his groin beginning to spread outward.
When Seth made no protest, Atemu brought his other hand up, brushing them over Seth’s chest. A barely concealed groan slipped past Seth’s lips, the frown slipping away as his lips parted. Atemu took another step forward, pressing his body against Seth’s, slipping his hands to lie flat against the defined muscles of Seth’s back as he leaned in to slowly draw first one nipple then another erect with the tip of his tongue, before rubbing his own sensitive nubs against Seth‘s hard body, his lips and tongue marking random trails over the Priest‘s chest.
Muscles flexed beneath Atemu’s hands as they moved up the ridge of Seth‘s spine as he moved against him. Atemu could feel the Priest‘s erection growing stronger against his belly and he felt Seth’s hands briefly touching him before he tried to draw back. Atemu paused his movements to look up into blue eyes that wavered between confusion and desire.
“Pharaoh, you cannot…” Seth breathed out roughly.
“Why not?” Atemu answered as he returned his attention to Seth’s body, working downward, tasting the salt of the sweat that still clung to the Priest. Dropping to a kneeling position, he let his tongue explore Seth’s navel while sliding his hands down to begin untying the cords that held the kilt in place on Seth’s hips.
This time Seth’s hands caught him, tilting his head back. “Pharaoh…”
Resting a hand lightly against the fabric of the kilt, he began tracing the outline of Seth‘s erection with his fingers. Atemu shook his head. “You think you can argue with me right now, Seth?”
A shadow of annoyance crossed Seth’s face, a shadow that quickly changed to lust as Atemu pulled the kilt away. Atemu gave Seth no time to protest as he ran his tongue over the velvety tip of Seth’s erection, pressing down into the soft skin of the tip before letting the wet muscle trace the line and length of Seth’s engorged penis, memorizing it’s shape and texture. Atemu gently slipped a little into his mouth, moving his hands to Seth’s hips for balance.
He sensed the Priest shift slightly, widening his stance, the muscles beneath Atemu’s hands tightening as a moan slipped from Seth. Knowing instinctively Seth’s control was about to break, Atemu rose up slightly and took Seth’s arousal deep into his mouth with a hard suck. Setting a quick rhythm up and down the length of Seth’s penis, Atemu was not surprised when Seth’s hips began rocking back and forth. He felt Seth curl over him, one hand slipping down to grab the arm of the chair for support, one hand grabbing his head. Controlling the power of Seth’s movements with the hands that gripped the Priest’s waist, Atemu let himself be pushed backwards against the chair.
Pinned between Seth’s body and the chair, Atemu closed his eyes and let his own lust consume him as he took Seth‘s thrusts into his willing mouth.
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Seth’s mind held only one coherent thought as the pleasure burst past any control he might have had.
“Finally.”
But when he came, hard and fast, realization of exactly what he was doing to his Pharaoh hit Seth. Panic managed to worm its way through the waves of pleasure that now blanketed his being and Seth found himself trying to pull back on unsteady legs.
But when he looked down he stopped, awed by the sight he found.
“Oh my Ra…”
Pharaoh was slowly and gently licking the remaining cum from Seth’s now soft erection with a small blissful smile.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. And it was enough to get him hard again.
As he reacted to the sight beneath him, Atemu looked up with a smirk, reaching one hand up to catch his neck and pull his head down. Seth immediately opened to the kiss, tasting the salty sweet flavor of himself in Pharaoh. Seth dropped to his knees, exploring the moist cavern that had just given him such mind blowing pleasure until his damn sense of protocol forced him to pull back.
Atemu raised and elegant eyebrow in question at him, his lips still holding that familiar smirk as he waited for Seth.
And Seth, for the first time in his life, said ‘fuck protocol’ and followed through with the lust colored thoughts in his head.
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Atemu wanted to laugh in delight when he saw the change cross over Seth’s face, saw the familiar look of the stern High Priest being replaced by the completely new lustful smirk of challenge and desire as Seth pulled him to his feet.
Having no idea what Seth had in mind, having never dealt with this Seth before, Atemu was almost surprised when Seth grabbed him, picked him up and easily threw him on the bed. Not bothering with the traditional way of removing clothes, Seth simply grabbed Atemu’s tunic and ripped it straight down the center.
As Atemu gave in to the desire to laugh, the sound light and cleansing, he found Seth regarding him with a rare, tender smile. Seth turned his attention down and removed the apron and kilt that still covered Atemu, tossing the item away. Draping his body over Atemu, pressing him down into the bed, Seth caught him in a passionate kiss, quickly drawing deep throated moans from both of them. Atemu wrapped his arms around Seth’s body, nails digging into the Priest’s back, feeling muscles clenching in the small of Seth’s back as the Priest unconsciously humped his erection into the bed between Atemu’s legs. Atemu’s body bowed into the weight against him in pleasure as he felt the bed vibrate from Seth’s movements.
Atemu brought his legs up along Seth’s sides, bracing his feet for leverage. His own arousal was trapped between their bodies and he pushed off the bed, pressing it hard into Seth’s body before relaxing then repeated the move, creating desirable friction against the firm muscles of Seth‘s abdomen, forcing him to break the kiss to gasp for air at the pleasure he was creating for himself.
A hiss slipped out of the Priest at that, and Seth raised himself up onto his knees, reaching down to hooked an arm under one of Atemu‘s knees while his other hand pulled the arms encircling him off. Forcing Atemu’s arms above his head, he held on tightly to his wrists, keeping him in place.
Having never been forced to submit to anyone in such a way, Atemu felt as if he would explode if Seth failed to hurry up and relieve him from this animalistic desire to be fucked long and hard right now.
And he meant right now.
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Seth paused to look at Atemu, to take in the fierce hot look- the crimson eyes glazed with desire. Looked the sweat plastering the hair to his face and watched his Pharaoh raise his lean body up in a futile attempt to bring their bodies together. As Atemu panted in frustration Seth let his gaze wander down the well defined body, at the thigh muscles that flexed as Atemu tried once again to move, hampered by the arm Seth had wrapped around one of his legs, at the cock that was straining up as well as it glistened with drops of precum.
Seth had no idea how he was able to take it all in but he could suddenly look no longer. Seeing the body beneath him literally screaming to be taken, Seth no longer had the ability to prep Atemu properly. And from the words coming out of Atemu, he was not willing to wait for that anyway.
“Seth!” Atemu snapped in a breathless growl. “Fuck me now!”
Seth was not about to ignore that order.
Letting go of Atemu’s wrists Seth grabbed the other leg, spreading them apart to expose Atemu’s puckered entrance. Seth pressed his cock against the hole and pushed, moaning as Atemu’s tight heat gave way against him. He felt Atemu’s muscles clench and almost lost it right there but he still held on to some of his iron control and used it now, forcing himself to pull almost all the way out before plunging back in to completely bury himself, losing himself to roiling lightening that accompanied every thrust back into the slick heat.
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Rational thought disappeared after the first thrust from Seth, only mindless bliss as Atemu crested on the waves of passion that rippled out as Seth filled him. He felt Seth’s body striking his own in a quick staccato rhythm, could feel his body yielding to Seth’s power as he was pushed hard against the bed, the erotic sensation of Seth’s straining cock filling his tight passage pushing him toward the edge.
And when Seth came, driving into him with sharp uncontrolled iron hard thrusts, Atemu could do no less than to follow, his body clenching tight around Seth as he gave a raw scream of passion.
Seth collapsed on top of him, panting hard and for a while all they could do was hold on to one another as they came down from their shared passion. When Seth was finally able to move he pulled himself out of Atemu, the odd wet popping sound prompting Atemu to break out in a fit of laughter as his body continued to vibrate with overwhelming emotions. Turning to look at Seth beside him he found the Priest had a self satisfied look on his face. Atemu managed to raise an eyebrow in question.
Smirking, blue eyes still burning with lust, Seth murmured in a low rumble, “I am glad I could provide you with suitable entertainment, my Pharaoh. I hope you have been pleased.”
Managing to roll his eyes, Atemu nodded, his voice deep with his satisfaction. “Yes, you have Seth, thank you.”
And Atemu was not at all surprised when Seth caught his lips in a hot kiss that started thing going all over again.
The final attack when it came vibrated through the air within the Dueling Grounds, shaking the walls and causing Atemu’s drinking cup to fall from the table beside him and hit the floor with a loud clattering sound. Atemu watched Mahado drop to a kneeling position, panting harshly but nodding in appreciation of his opponent’s skill.
Seth stood across the dueling field from Mahado, also panting harshly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Atemu could see a light sheen of sweat on the High Priest, highlighting the well defined muscles of his bare arms, his every move as decisive and powerful as the dragon he had just summoned to end the duel. Seth gave one sharp nod to Mahado in recognition of a well fought duel before stepping past him to make his way to the throne, dropping to one knee before Atemu.
As he admired the figure before him, Atemu managed to say evenly, “Well done Seth. I must congratulate you on your skill. I believe even I would have difficulty beating you today.”
Seth looked up, blue eyes presenting their ever present challenge to Atemu‘s control. “I am glad I could provide you with suitable entertainment, my Pharaoh. I hope you have been pleased.”
Catching an odd, slightly amused expression on Mahado’s face as he stepped into his spot to the side of the platform the throne sat on, and distracted by a barely muffled snicker from his wife Ifenete, Atemu responded absently, “Yes, you have Seth, thank you.”
As he let his eyes roam discretely over Seth’s tall lean form as the Priest rose gracefully to his feet and turned away, Atemu was surprised when Ifenete, in a low voice only he could hear said, “Coward.”
Startled Atemu turned to her. “What?”
Smiling slightly as she watched the Priests gather around Seth to congratulate him she answered, “I said coward.” Leaning closer she added, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she glanced his way, “And if you do not think Seth is interested in you then you are blind as well.”
“Ifenete!” Atemu protested in an undertone.
She simply raised an eyebrow, a small smirk pulling at her lips. “Did I say something that offends you, husband? “
Atemu shook his head and voiced the argument he had been having with himself for some time in regards to Seth, the one argument that had kept him from following through with the thoughts in his head. “Ifenete, he’s my cousin!”
Before he could continue, she cut him off with a soft laugh as she pointed out, “It’s not as if you could have a child with him, Atemu.” A thoughtful look momentarily crossed her face. “Unless he knows about a spell that I’m unaware of.” She grinned. “It would be entertaining, seeing how Seth would handle being pregnant.”
Atemu made a face at that image, prompting another laugh from Ifenete.
Curiosity and desire getting the better of him as he turned to watch Seth again he asked, “That would not bother you, my being with Seth?”
Ifenete rolled her eyes. “I already share you with seven other wives; I’m used to your attention being divided.” She shrugged and added in a matter of fact tone of voice, “And you have three potential heirs now. As long as you remember your duty to us I have no problem with this.”
Atemu gave Ifenete a smirk. “You would have me deny you my prowess in relieving your needs, wife?”
Ifenete snickered. “Atemu, do you really think we pine away waiting for you? We are more than capable of satisfying our own needs.”
Unable to help himself, Atemu laughed. “You’re shattering my illusions, Ifenete.”
“Someone has to. Besides,” Ifenete leaned close to whisper seductively in his ear, “I’m sure Seth can do things for you that none of us can.”
Knowing he was going to lose this argument, mostly because he had already lost it to himself, he turned to Ifenete. “Fine, then I will let you inform Dakhamazu I will not be needing her tonight.”
“As you wish, my husband.” she answered regally, though the smirk on her face told Atemu she was going to enjoy telling Dakhamazu just that.
Atemu felt a moment of pity for the former princess. But only a moment.
Letting his eyes follow Seth as he left the Grounds, Atemu waited before rising up to follow. He leisurely walked through the corridor that led to the living quarters of the Priests and knowing exactly which room was Seth’s, having visited his High Priest many times in the past for advice, stepped into Seth’s quarters without a second thought.
He had not considered the fact Seth would be undressing.
Pharaoh openly stared at his High Priest. Used to seeing Seth dressed in the long blue robes of his office, Atemu found himself reacting to the almost nude man before him strongly, and finding it difficult to hide, especially under the curious look he was now getting from the Priest.
Abruptly making a decision, Atemu turned away from Seth, headed for the rooms set aside for his private use at the back of the Temple complex, stating clearly, “Come with me Seth, High Priest of Wedju.”
Having no doubt he would be followed, and not allowing Seth the opportunity to change into something he might deem more appropriate for a meeting with his Pharaoh, Atemu strode purposely to his rooms and stopped to gesture his servants from the bedroom. Settling in a chair, Atemu waved a hand to Seth to take the chair beside him.
Instead of taking the seat, Seth halted before him, obviously annoyed at being commanded in such a way but trying hard to conceal it. “What is it you want, Pharaoh?”
Growing even more aroused than he already was as he stared at the challenge before him, Atemu met the Priest’s blazing blue eyes and admitted, “Actually, it’s you I want, Priest.”
The answer seemed to surprise Seth, causing a frown to settle across his face. Atemu stood, effectively closing the distance between them. Holding the Priest’s gaze, Atemu reached out a hand to lightly run his fingers over the sculpted muscles of Seth’s abdomen, feeling them tighten as Seth’s breathing became deeper. He could feel his own breath growing rapid, the heat coiling in his groin beginning to spread outward.
When Seth made no protest, Atemu brought his other hand up, brushing them over Seth’s chest. A barely concealed groan slipped past Seth’s lips, the frown slipping away as his lips parted. Atemu took another step forward, pressing his body against Seth’s, slipping his hands to lie flat against the defined muscles of Seth’s back as he leaned in to slowly draw first one nipple then another erect with the tip of his tongue, before rubbing his own sensitive nubs against Seth‘s hard body, his lips and tongue marking random trails over the Priest‘s chest.
Muscles flexed beneath Atemu’s hands as they moved up the ridge of Seth‘s spine as he moved against him. Atemu could feel the Priest‘s erection growing stronger against his belly and he felt Seth’s hands briefly touching him before he tried to draw back. Atemu paused his movements to look up into blue eyes that wavered between confusion and desire.
“Pharaoh, you cannot…” Seth breathed out roughly.
“Why not?” Atemu answered as he returned his attention to Seth’s body, working downward, tasting the salt of the sweat that still clung to the Priest. Dropping to a kneeling position, he let his tongue explore Seth’s navel while sliding his hands down to begin untying the cords that held the kilt in place on Seth’s hips.
This time Seth’s hands caught him, tilting his head back. “Pharaoh…”
Resting a hand lightly against the fabric of the kilt, he began tracing the outline of Seth‘s erection with his fingers. Atemu shook his head. “You think you can argue with me right now, Seth?”
A shadow of annoyance crossed Seth’s face, a shadow that quickly changed to lust as Atemu pulled the kilt away. Atemu gave Seth no time to protest as he ran his tongue over the velvety tip of Seth’s erection, pressing down into the soft skin of the tip before letting the wet muscle trace the line and length of Seth’s engorged penis, memorizing it’s shape and texture. Atemu gently slipped a little into his mouth, moving his hands to Seth’s hips for balance.
He sensed the Priest shift slightly, widening his stance, the muscles beneath Atemu’s hands tightening as a moan slipped from Seth. Knowing instinctively Seth’s control was about to break, Atemu rose up slightly and took Seth’s arousal deep into his mouth with a hard suck. Setting a quick rhythm up and down the length of Seth’s penis, Atemu was not surprised when Seth’s hips began rocking back and forth. He felt Seth curl over him, one hand slipping down to grab the arm of the chair for support, one hand grabbing his head. Controlling the power of Seth’s movements with the hands that gripped the Priest’s waist, Atemu let himself be pushed backwards against the chair.
Pinned between Seth’s body and the chair, Atemu closed his eyes and let his own lust consume him as he took Seth‘s thrusts into his willing mouth.
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Seth’s mind held only one coherent thought as the pleasure burst past any control he might have had.
“Finally.”
But when he came, hard and fast, realization of exactly what he was doing to his Pharaoh hit Seth. Panic managed to worm its way through the waves of pleasure that now blanketed his being and Seth found himself trying to pull back on unsteady legs.
But when he looked down he stopped, awed by the sight he found.
“Oh my Ra…”
Pharaoh was slowly and gently licking the remaining cum from Seth’s now soft erection with a small blissful smile.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. And it was enough to get him hard again.
As he reacted to the sight beneath him, Atemu looked up with a smirk, reaching one hand up to catch his neck and pull his head down. Seth immediately opened to the kiss, tasting the salty sweet flavor of himself in Pharaoh. Seth dropped to his knees, exploring the moist cavern that had just given him such mind blowing pleasure until his damn sense of protocol forced him to pull back.
Atemu raised and elegant eyebrow in question at him, his lips still holding that familiar smirk as he waited for Seth.
And Seth, for the first time in his life, said ‘fuck protocol’ and followed through with the lust colored thoughts in his head.
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Atemu wanted to laugh in delight when he saw the change cross over Seth’s face, saw the familiar look of the stern High Priest being replaced by the completely new lustful smirk of challenge and desire as Seth pulled him to his feet.
Having no idea what Seth had in mind, having never dealt with this Seth before, Atemu was almost surprised when Seth grabbed him, picked him up and easily threw him on the bed. Not bothering with the traditional way of removing clothes, Seth simply grabbed Atemu’s tunic and ripped it straight down the center.
As Atemu gave in to the desire to laugh, the sound light and cleansing, he found Seth regarding him with a rare, tender smile. Seth turned his attention down and removed the apron and kilt that still covered Atemu, tossing the item away. Draping his body over Atemu, pressing him down into the bed, Seth caught him in a passionate kiss, quickly drawing deep throated moans from both of them. Atemu wrapped his arms around Seth’s body, nails digging into the Priest’s back, feeling muscles clenching in the small of Seth’s back as the Priest unconsciously humped his erection into the bed between Atemu’s legs. Atemu’s body bowed into the weight against him in pleasure as he felt the bed vibrate from Seth’s movements.
Atemu brought his legs up along Seth’s sides, bracing his feet for leverage. His own arousal was trapped between their bodies and he pushed off the bed, pressing it hard into Seth’s body before relaxing then repeated the move, creating desirable friction against the firm muscles of Seth‘s abdomen, forcing him to break the kiss to gasp for air at the pleasure he was creating for himself.
A hiss slipped out of the Priest at that, and Seth raised himself up onto his knees, reaching down to hooked an arm under one of Atemu‘s knees while his other hand pulled the arms encircling him off. Forcing Atemu’s arms above his head, he held on tightly to his wrists, keeping him in place.
Having never been forced to submit to anyone in such a way, Atemu felt as if he would explode if Seth failed to hurry up and relieve him from this animalistic desire to be fucked long and hard right now.
And he meant right now.
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Seth paused to look at Atemu, to take in the fierce hot look- the crimson eyes glazed with desire. Looked the sweat plastering the hair to his face and watched his Pharaoh raise his lean body up in a futile attempt to bring their bodies together. As Atemu panted in frustration Seth let his gaze wander down the well defined body, at the thigh muscles that flexed as Atemu tried once again to move, hampered by the arm Seth had wrapped around one of his legs, at the cock that was straining up as well as it glistened with drops of precum.
Seth had no idea how he was able to take it all in but he could suddenly look no longer. Seeing the body beneath him literally screaming to be taken, Seth no longer had the ability to prep Atemu properly. And from the words coming out of Atemu, he was not willing to wait for that anyway.
“Seth!” Atemu snapped in a breathless growl. “Fuck me now!”
Seth was not about to ignore that order.
Letting go of Atemu’s wrists Seth grabbed the other leg, spreading them apart to expose Atemu’s puckered entrance. Seth pressed his cock against the hole and pushed, moaning as Atemu’s tight heat gave way against him. He felt Atemu’s muscles clench and almost lost it right there but he still held on to some of his iron control and used it now, forcing himself to pull almost all the way out before plunging back in to completely bury himself, losing himself to roiling lightening that accompanied every thrust back into the slick heat.
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Rational thought disappeared after the first thrust from Seth, only mindless bliss as Atemu crested on the waves of passion that rippled out as Seth filled him. He felt Seth’s body striking his own in a quick staccato rhythm, could feel his body yielding to Seth’s power as he was pushed hard against the bed, the erotic sensation of Seth’s straining cock filling his tight passage pushing him toward the edge.
And when Seth came, driving into him with sharp uncontrolled iron hard thrusts, Atemu could do no less than to follow, his body clenching tight around Seth as he gave a raw scream of passion.
Seth collapsed on top of him, panting hard and for a while all they could do was hold on to one another as they came down from their shared passion. When Seth was finally able to move he pulled himself out of Atemu, the odd wet popping sound prompting Atemu to break out in a fit of laughter as his body continued to vibrate with overwhelming emotions. Turning to look at Seth beside him he found the Priest had a self satisfied look on his face. Atemu managed to raise an eyebrow in question.
Smirking, blue eyes still burning with lust, Seth murmured in a low rumble, “I am glad I could provide you with suitable entertainment, my Pharaoh. I hope you have been pleased.”
Managing to roll his eyes, Atemu nodded, his voice deep with his satisfaction. “Yes, you have Seth, thank you.”
And Atemu was not at all surprised when Seth caught his lips in a hot kiss that started thing going all over again.