1746 B.C.:
Enkartep lounged on the bed, watching as the two priestesses pleasured each other. Rea and Akeneb groaned, legs intertwined in a carnal embrace, sopping mounds grinding against each other. Their tanned bodies glistened with sweat as they put on a show for their master.
His cock stood erect and proud, like an imposing monolith, a bead of pre-cum issuing slowly from the tip. The two women fixed their eyes upon the trickle, licking their lips even as they continued to fuck.
"Such lovely priestesses," he remarked, the deep dulcet tones of his voice making them react, grinding that much harder in an effort to prove the truth of his statement.
Their orgasms hit quickly, the two women shuddering in ecstasy. He shifted on the bed, moving closer, his hands running possessively over their bodies, stopping to appreciate the decadent swell of Rea's heavy breasts, the toned flesh of Akeneb's pert ass. They were so deep under his thrall that just his touch made their peaks spike higher.
He luxuriated in the sounds of their exultant cries, the way they arched their backs, pressing their bodies into his touch, the way their cunts squelched together, copious juices streaming out to form a puddle between their tensing thighs. His cock twitched; their eyes picked up the subtle movement, and they quickly separated to indulge in the privilege that was tasting him.
One mouth lapped at the head, collecting pre-cum, while the second sucked around the base, headed upwards slowly and deliberately. The two mouths met, the priestesses sharing a sloppy kiss, tongues wrapping around the throbbing length, pleasing their master just as they pleased each other. Their hands instinctively migrated to the other's body.
As they pleased each other, they indulged in his cock. Rea nuzzled herself against the shaft, moaning softly as it throbbed against her cheek, her thighs pressing together; Akeneb darted lower, kissing tenderly at the heavy testicles, casting deeply amorous glances up at him.
Enkartep always enjoyed when his priestesses put their considerable talents to work. These two in particular were highly skilled in the sexual arts, and so he let them take their time. Rea had moved to the head of his shaft, sucking softly, drawing slick pre-cum from it; Akeneb began to run her hand lightly up and down the length, stopping just before meeting Rea's mouth, her own mouth still lavishing attention upon his testicles, the kisses sloppier, glistening saliva adorning the flesh.
Moaning shamelessly, she broke off, lines of spit connecting her lips to their most recent destination. She gazed at her master, eyes full of love and need. One hand moved to Rea's dark tresses, and she pushed down, forcing her fellow priestess further onto his length. Rea squealed happily, the sound muffled but still audible, and reached out blindly to squeeze at Akeneb's breasts, appreciating the perkiness, a counterpoint to her own heavy slopes. Akeneb purred, squirming against Rea, moving slightly higher to kiss at their master's abs, running her mouth all over the tanned flesh. Although his cock was their favorite part of his body, his priestesses loved every inch of him, never turning down a chance to lick and lap at his flesh, tasting the sweat on their master.
Rea was forced deeper. Saliva bubbled at her lips, leaking out to slide down the remaining inches, slicking his testicles. Akeneb eagerly pounced to lap it up, still using her hand to control her fellow priestess. Rea sucked, her cheeks hollowing from the effort, mouth crammed full of hard flesh. Her tongue danced wildly at the underside, stimulating him with warm wetness.
Before long, an eager Akeneb had made an equally eager Rea take every inch of him. The svelte priestess stared lovingly up at him with lust-clouded eyes, her throat made to receive his length. Akeneb had begun to kiss at his muscled thigh, feeling the muscle ripple slightly, even that minute movement making her sigh and squirm.
His orgasm began to coalesce in his core. The combination of an eager mouth taking him deep, and the submissive kisses all over his skin from a second eager mouth, produced a heady mixture of sensations. Of all of his priestesses, both those sadly deceased and those still living, these two gave him the most pleasure, and were able to provoke it the quickest. Of course, they knew that his stamina was that of a god; he could bring them and himself to the highest heights countless times without too much effort expended.
So he let his climax come.
These two priestesses were as perceptive as they were talented. And Enkartep, as godly and powerful as he was, to his amusement still had certain tics and tells to herald certain behavior and actions. So when he shifted his hips upwards, ever so slightly, a barely perceptible hitch of breath coming out from in between his gritted teeth, they understood.
Akeneb moved her hand, and Rea flew up the shaft, stopping at the head. The hand that had been settled on her temple replaced the warm ring of her lips at the base of the shaft, and began a quick rhythm, helping Enkartep to a finish.
He grunted softly as the first spurt burst into Rea's mouth, the priestess's eyes rolling back into her head, an orgasm washing over her at the taste of his seed. More spurts blasted out, Rea catching them in her mouth, moaning desirously. Akeneb had dove down to his testicles, sucking frantically, feeling them pulse with each jet of cum. Her own orgasm struck her, propelled by the knowledge that he had reached his own, and that she had helped him to it.
The spurts died down, Enkartep allowing them to.
Akeneb quickly leapt at Rea, pulling her fellow priestess into a close embrace. The two women kissed, Rea eagerly sharing his seed. Strands of semen dripped down their chins as their tongues curled around each other, saliva added into the mix to make it messier. Rea opened her mouth wide, leaning forward over Akeneb, globs of cum spilling from one set of lips into the other. Their soft moans made Enkartep reach out, stroking along their shuddering bodies, adding to their pleasure. The kiss continued, the women swapping the cum from mouth to mouth, indulging in the taste of the sticky spend, in how it felt on their tongues, in how it tasted off their fellow priestess' tongue.
"Master," came a deep voice from the entrance of the room.
Enkartep glanced over to see one of his warriors standing at attention.
"One of your priests is here," the warrior growled, "he says that he has an important issue to discuss."
"Of course," Enkartep said smoothly, rising to his feet.
His priestesses whined in disappointment as he abandoned them.
"I'll be back soon," he assured them, reaching out to caress along their shoulders.
Always desperate for his touch, they pressed themselves into the contact, pouting as he shrugged on a robe, depriving them of the glorious view of his nakedness, and left the room, depriving them of his powerful presence.
Present day:
Enkartep lay in bed, his new priestesses slumbering peacefully on either side of him. Kristin had her head on his chest, arm slung across his broad form, leg crossed over his muscled thigh. Stacy rested her head on his other thigh, her fit body curled up against his warmth, hand resting near his shaft.
A part of him wanted to wake them up to indulge further. They would not refuse him, broken as they were. He had spent too much time away from such delectable creatures.
But he let them sleep on.
They need their rest.
As he lay there, he found his mind going back to the priestesses who had served him before his imprisonment in the temple. There was Sefret, his first High Priestess, as clever and formidable as she was beautiful and nubile. Sefret's daughter, Akeyet, was the second High Priestess, possessing of a keen intellect and a voluptuous form. Iyiz had been the first priestess he had broken, spending one long night in his bed, the recipient of all of his carnal urges until her mind had snapped, reducing her to a mewling, squirming wreck, capable of nothing beyond providing pleasure. Rea and Akeneb had been his favorites at the time of his imprisonment, the two priestesses that had shared his bed the most, combining to form a wondrous symphony of ecstasy.
It saddened Enkartep greatly to know that all of the wonderful women who had served him so loyally, were now long dead.
I shall make more priestesses.
Kristin stirred next to him, murmuring softly as her eyes fluttered open.
"Hi, Master," she purred, stretching, her nakedness on display.
"Hello, priestess," he answered, reaching out to stroke along her cheek.
