Ugly Lizard

"Fine, now listen up, you useless bunch of scales." The fennec growled. From his horse, wrapped in his white linen burnous, his curved sword by his side, he looked even more threatening than he did when he had come onto the farm.

The past few weeks had been hard for Kamali. The war her lizard people had fought had been lost. She had heard it of course, but the battlefields and besieged towns lay far from her little village. So it had been a real shock when that fennec and his warrior had arrived together with a messenger from her own lord. The lizard had explained that to find a permanent peace agreement, the pharaoh in the north demanded a tribute, a tribute not only payed in gold, but also in living flesh. "You, you-". She still heard the fennec's voice as he walked down the line of young people of her village and the moment he stopped in front of her, hesitating for a moment "-and you."

Only a few hours later and they had started their march north. She had to leave everything behind. Her family, her friends, her few belongings. The first few nights, she had cried a lot but when they had met with the other collectors, she had no tears left anymore. Now, after traveling through the endless desert, she felt dull and empty, as if she was already dead. Whatever would come now, she had no energy or will left to stand up against it. To the feeling of having lost everything came the insults and threats of the slavers, not to mention the physical torture: Barely enough to eat and drink, short rests during the hottest hours of the day, long, tiring marches through the sand and still they didn't know where the slavers would lead them to. They were tied together by rough ropes, the constant rubbing over her soft scales hurt and the tunic she already wore back at the farm was now dirty and torn.

The fennec looked turned towards the slaves which had lined up in front of him: "We're about to reach the capital and if you ask me, your fate is much better than what you deserve, so if any of you disobeys or behaves inappropriately, I will make them wish I had buried them somewhere within the sands. Got it?"

A few nodded, no one answered. The fennec didn't expect an answer but Kamali knew that everyone would do what he had ordered, he meant what he had just said. The capital? What did he mean by that? Her homeland had no capital. Just villages and small towns and farms, ruled by the eldest of various tribes. She had heard legends of powerful empires, one lying beyond the desert, a nation that was old and powerful and their capital was the biggest town in the world.

Then they climbed the next dune, and the young reptilian girl's jaw dropped. She saw a vast valley, cut into the yellow stone and sands of the desert. A massive, turquoise river, surrounded by green fields filled the valley with life and a seemingly endless city of white and brown rested on both banks of it. Small boats were moving on the river and colorful flags moved in the wind, decorating the bigger buildings of the town.

No one seemed to pay attention to the small caravan when it arrived in the capital. Just a few armed men looking up and down the shabby figures of the slaves. They moved through crowded streets, past market stands and craftsmen working on the street. As they came closer and closer to the river, the houses became bigger, more elegant, with patches of green, gardens and wide squares added to the architecture until they stood in front of a massive golden gate, guarded by six jackal soldiers with their long spears, dressed in white linen loincloths and blue scarves. One of them, a golden sash highlighting him, approached the slavers.

They talked in a language Kamali couldn't understand, but it wasn't important anyway, she knew what future had in store for her. After a moment, the guard nodded, walked back and barked some commands to his comrades. A moment later and the gate was slowly opened, opening the view onto a square that lay behind it."Move, you useless pack." the fennec ordered and the slaves obeyed.
The square they now entered was surrounded by bright white buildings, not made of fettled clay, but of massive, white stones. Complicated colorful paintings of flowers and animals decorated the columns and walls and the ground was made of polished marble. More armed men, some canines, some felines eyed the newcomers carefully and Kamali saw two or three servants in bright white loincloths walking by. A male antelope carrying papyri and quill, a female hyena who reviewed the painting on one column. Much to Kamali's surprise, yes, even shock, the woman wasn't wearing any more than the male, her heavy breasts not covered by any fabric. Was this common here? It would have seen as barbaric in her land, but this nation was so civilized otherwise. What Kamali barely noticed was that she and her fellow slaves were the only reptilians she had seen so far.

A bored looking, fat avian, a hawk maybe stepped onto the square just when the slaves had lined up for him. Behind him walked the scribe Kamali had seen earlier.
"Let's see, what do we have here?"
He walked down the line of slaves: "The fields, the fields." he stopped in front of a male lizard, a former warrior: "The quarry. The fields." In front of another female, Kamali knew her briefly he paused again: "To the basket makers." Then it was up to Kamali. Again, he stopped now turning to his scribe: "Does that land only offer worthless material? She can't even work on the fields." The hawk sighed: "Let her stay here." After that, he turned and walked back into his office without granting the slaves another look. The next thing Kamali recognized was a harsh push into her back: "You've heard him." The slaver said, leading Kamali away from her fellow slaves and towards one of the minor buildings of the palace.

Kamali was scrubbing the floor of the storage building, a task she had to do every few days. The slaves who brought the grain and fruits and meat didn't really pay attention to cleaning their feet before entering, and so it was a futile work. And it was an almost mortifying work. On her knees, cleaning the floor others didn't pay attention to, getting dirty herself. But it had to be done and none of the other slaves were ordered to do so. It just wasn't fair that the first slave assigned only her to such tasks. Within the four weeks she had been here, she had never made a mistake, never disobeyed, never given a reason not to be worth other, better work. But the first slave was a tapir and the head chef was a cheetah. Two cheetah girls passed her by. Slaves, like she was, but they were mammals, like all the others, none of them treated her as an equal. It just wasn't fair!

For a moment, Kamali scrubbed harder, moving her entire body back and forth slightly as she did, her breasts moving. She stopped and sat up. The young woman blushed so hard it was visible on her green and grey striped scales. Bare-chested as she was, the jiggling of her breasts had caused weird sensations she wanted to cast off fast. She still hadn't gotten used to the clothing in this land. The males in her country wore only loincloths too, but here, while they had such delicate and wonderfully soft fabric, not only the males walked around half naked, even most of the women wore only loincloth, not ashamed to show their breasts even in public. She had seen the most beautiful dresses, but only on noblewomen and priestesses. It seemed they only wore them to show their status, not to cover themselves from any curious view.

While Kamali sat there, a young lion female entered the building, carrying a bag with barley. The lizard looked up. Those mammals sure looked good. That thick warm fur, it must feel so soft, she thought. And they all moved so elegantly and light-footed. Kamali always felt inferior around them.

The cold gaze of the lioness hit her, reminding Kamali that she wasn't there to look, but to work. She lowered her gaze and resumed the scrubbing of the floor. A few moments later, the bell rang for dinner. Kamali went up, stretching her aching limbs, rubbing her knees that hurt after the hard work. She followed the other slaves to their quarters. There, close to one of the kitchens, about three dozen of them gathered on long tables and again she was reminded that she was the only reptilian there. She took her seat at the end of one of the tables, the place the farthest away from the fireplace, so she would again be the last one to get her food. Considering that the dinner ended as soon as the first slave was finished, that forced Kamali to rush her dinner, but she had gotten used to that by now.

As usual, the dinner consisted of some stew with meat and vegetables, some fruits and mainly fresh bread. Kamali sighed, now would happen what always happened. Two of the slaves carried bowl after bowl with the dinner and placed it in front of the other slaves, whose who already had their meal in front of them started eating, while the others waited. Finally, one slave more or less threw her bowl in front of her. It wasn't her fault that her species couldn't eat grains! So instead of bread, she got more vegetables and fruits. The cook always seemed to see this as a kind of insult, but she didn't mean it. It wasn't her fault!

Suddenly, Kamali hadn't even eaten half her meal, the front door was opened and the first slave stepped in, apparently in a hurry: "The expedition is back!" he announced. A few of the slaves shared knowing looks, but many didn't know what was happening. The first slave sighed: "They were sent into the kingdom of Quad to renew our dominance, their commander has been granted an audience by the Pharaoh."
"When?" the cook asked.
"Right now."
"But, but the palace guard is with the prince on a hunting trip, there aren't enough here to fill the audience hall for a welcoming ceremony." Another slave stated.
"I know, I know. Okay, that's why I need a few of you to get to the river, clean yourself, put on new skirts and then come back here." The first slave rounded the tables, pointing at a few selected slaves. In the end, he stopped behind Kamali. She shivered in a manner that reminded her of the moment she had become a slave: "You too, Kamali."

Two hours later, the slaves stood in a long row. It was the first time Kamali really saw the audience hall. She had heard the other slaves talking about it, but the mere size was impressive. Two rows of columns, each so thick that three men couldn't touch each other's arm when standing around it, carried the massive stone beams which then held the weight of the ceiling. And there wasn't a spot on either the walls, columns or the ceiling that wasn't decorated with hieroglyphs and paintings, carved into the stones and colorful executed. The massive gates were made from pure electrum and were as high as two men. Opposing those gates was a platform made from red granite and on that platform the impressive throne from ebony and gold.

For a while, Kamali barely dared to breath. She couldn't believe she was here and she felt uncertain and vulnerable. Sure, she had been given new clothes, but that just meant a shiny white loincloth, folded and decorated with a golden belt, that and small sandals were all she got to wear. She felt so exposed and the other slaves didn't even bother about it. As they waited, she got a little calmer, but still, she felt uncomfortable and in a growing way tired from standing there like a statue.

Finally, a smaller door at the back of the platform opened. All the slaves looked over to the door, pretending that they didn't. At first, four armed warriors, each with a long, golden spear entered. And then, Kamali thought she saw the pharaoh. He was huge, a strong, muscular lion with wild mane and a cold gaze. And he was one of the few that actually wore something she would have considered as complete clothes. In his case, they consisted of a short loincloth yes, but in addition, a heavy bronze scale armor. The scarf many in this land wore was of white and red, giving him an even more dangerous look and Kamali also saw a curved sword on his side. The lion walked pass the throne, then stood next to it, his arms crossed with an unreadable expression.

Kamali felt stupid. This wasn't the pharaoh, most likely it was one of his generals, maybe a bodyguard. Then, another man, an elder donkey with a foreign-looking, long red robe entered. He was unarmed and his eyes wandered nervously from one of the present to another before he took his place on the left side of the throne. A scribe? A minister maybe?

And then, a moment later, a third figure entered the scene. The way the middle-aged cheetah moved reflected his high rank, him being used to command and control. He wore a long white robe, a golden pectoral depicting a falcon of glass and gems decorating his chest. His scarf was white and blue and a golden snake crowed on top of it. In his hand he carried a curved staff made of gold. He nodded to the lion and the donkey. As one, the slaves bowed before the master of the land but still Kamali felt his gaze wandering over each and every one of them.

When Kamali noticed her fellow slaves rising again, so did she. An antelope female had entered the hall. She wore a feral cheetah's fur, covering one of her shoulders, leaving only one of her full breasts exposed. Kamali had learned that those furs were the sign of priests. She stopped in a good distance to the throne, bowed respectfully and then announced: "My king, master of upper and lower Egypt, him who brings the flood, beloved of the gods. MesAnpu and his warriors have returned from Quad."
The pharaoh nodded: "They may enter."
Immediately, two slaves stepped up and went to the gate and pulled it open with no sound. Or rather, the gate didn't make a sound, because a moment later, heavy drums started to echo through the hall and then, she saw him. MesAnpu. A tall, dark-furred, almost black jackal. His long pointed ears flickered as he entered. A faint smile playing on his harmonious, predatory face. He lowered his gaze slightly for the pharaoh, but still pride and confidence lay in his expression. Like many, he only wore a white loincloth and Kamali once again remembered all too well that she too was topless. She caught herself admiring his strong, muscular chest and abdomen, then the sword by his side and the bow on his back reminded her that he was still dangerous.

Who was he? What exactly did he achieve to be granted an audience? For a moment, his gaze wandered over the row of slaves including Kamali. The young lizard would have wished to vanish into the ground. A half-naked, helpless slave facing a powerful warrior who most likely had slain hundreds of enemies and bedded women from all over the world - why was she thinking such things?

MesAnpu walked towards the throne and his warriors entered. Most of them were jackals like him, though none as impressive in figure. Kamali also saw a few felines and two more hawks. Each carried his weapons and two each carried an open chest, filled with gold, silver or valuable drapery. Massive buffalo slaves beat heavy drums and nimble slave girls, spreading their colorful feathers, danced to it.
Bowing low before his pharaoh, MesAnpu finally stepped aside, allowing his comrades to place one chest after another in front of the throne, before they lined up behind their commander.

After the music had stopped, MesAnpu again bowed before the throne, then spoke: "My king and pharaoh, I have returned from Quad. Your enemies have been slain, not one is left. Menerier, your loyal governor has again entered the palace of Quad. And-" The jackal gestured towards the treasures spread out in the hall: "He sends to you those treasures as his tribute and symbol of his eternal subjection to your will."
The pharaoh nodded his approval: "MesAnpu, you and your soldiers have well executed the will of your king. Word of your victory has reached us. I thank you for your service." He raised his head to address the armed men: "Each of you will receive a piece of land, with fertile black soil and trees to provide shadow. Also, each of you will be given one talent of gold. But you." His attention was again focused on the commander: "I will have your name carved into the walls of my temple so your victory will never be forgotten. You will be given my best domain and slaves to maintain it. Until then, you will stay as my guest." He rubbed his chin: "You are young and strong, choose one of my slaves to keep you warm for the night."

The girls around Kamali shifted their stance, some even giggled. Kamali had heard them talk about boys and she knew that more than one of them met with males occasionally. Some just for the fun as they called it, others tried to get close to royal guards, noblemen and such to improve their own lot in life. This had been alien to Kamali, as if any man in this land would have shown interest in an ugly lizard girl like her. Now it seemed that every single slave girl in the hall wanted to get a chance with that handsome jackal warrior who was now in the favor of the pharaoh."My king, you are as generous as you are mighty." MesAnpu replied, showing that he knew how to speak with the king. Then he turned around, his gaze wandering over the row of slave girls. To Kamali it was as if they were presented like meat, but the other girls didn't care about their partial nudity. Quite the contrary, they tried their best to accent her features.

MesAnpu didn't choose right away. He approached the girls, looking them over and Kamali noticed that his interest was not just focused on their bare chests, but on their faces as well. She imagined that it must have cost him some effort, after he had been without a female for a long time during the war. Finally, he stopped in front of Kamali. She felt her heart beating fast as the warrior was so close to her. Sure, she had no illusions, he could have each and any of the girls, some were even of his own kind and all had soft, warm fur and, well, they would keep him entertained for the night. She on the other hand was so nervous she was kneading her hands standing there like a plank. And still, him being so close to her sent a tingling sensation down her spine."I will choose her, my king." MesAnpu said. What? How? Could he really mean her? Kamali's world started spinning around her. No, certainly he was talking about the cheetah next to her, but then she saw the smile upon his face as he stared right into her eyes. A whispering ran through the group of slave girls, a gasp, some surprised, maybe even angry looks were shared until the cold gaze of the first slave reminded the girls who - and where - they were.
"As you wish, she will be yours for the night." The pharaoh said. Seconds passed until Kamali even noticed the hand that was stretched out for her to take.
Trembling, she reached out and took the offered hand. His grip was strong, but not brutal and his hand felt so warm.
He turned around, only to see the Pharaoh nod, allowing him to retire with his soldiers. As they left the throne room, the first slave approached MesAnpu, he bowed respectfully, but couldn't keep himself from shooting an angry look at Kamali. She squeezed the jackals hand a little harder, only then realizing that she was still holding it, loosening her grip at the same moment. Did he realize her reaction to the elder slave?
"MesAnpu, the pharaoh has ordered me to lead you into the best rooms of the palace, if you would follow me?" Again, he bowed and gestured down the corridor.

A hawk soldier, one of those who were armed with a bow stepped up to MesAnpu: "Don't worry, I'll lead the men to the barracks, tomorrow we can talk with the vizier about their reward." He looked over at Kamali: "But for today, I think I can handle things."
MesAnpu placed his hand on the hawks shoulder: "Thank you Raiy, you are a good friend."

Kamali's heart was beating fast and her skin tingled. This was all happening so fast. She was walking next to MesAnpu, her hand in his, the hero all the other girls wanted to be with, but he had chosen her. What would happen now? Maybe she should ask? But that sent a cold shiver down her spine. He hadn't spoken a word to her. Maybe he wasn't even interested in her besides physically. Maybe he just had a wicked kink for exotic creatures and he viewed her as such. He would sate his needs with her tonight and then forget about her, she just hoped that he wouldn't hurt her too much.
"There it is." The slave said, bowing again, opening the door for MesAnpu - and Kamali, which gave her an oddly satisfying feeling, then he stepped back.

As the young lizard girl stepped in behind the warrior, she was amazed with the luxury she found. Sure, she had seen several fancy rooms of the palace, but the other slaves had kept her from the core of the compound. So now for the first time she saw the huge room. The first thing that caught her attention was the almost completely open western side. Slender columns separated open windows, opening the view into the lush gardens and the floods of the Nile that lay behind them. A warm breeze made the red curtains move slightly, while not being enough to cool the room down significantly. High pillars with golden bowls on top could be filled with firewood and lit overnight. Small tables carried food and wine. There was also a desk, a larger table and chairs and a huge bed with soft looking white sheets. She blushed as she saw the bed, would MesAnpu expect her to lay down? She trembled at the thought. "Please sit down." The male gestured to one of the comfortable chairs and Kamali did as she was told, folding her hands over her lap.
"You are new to this land, right?" he asked, walking over to one of the tables.
"Yes master." Kamali answered.
"How long have you been here?"
"A couple of weeks."
"And may I know your name?"
"Kamali, master."
"Kamali, a beautiful name. You want to drink some wine?" MesAnpu lifted an alabaster amphora.
"I - I shouldn't drink master." Kamali answered, not thinking about the consequences of disobeying.
He turned around, but there was a smile upon his face: "Maybe you shouldn't, but I'm back from a brutal war and I want to celebrate a little, so would you do me the favor of drinking with me?"
He asked? He could have ordered her, but he asked. Kamali nodded. And, still the same smile upon his face, MesAnpu turned back to the table and filled them two mugs of wine.

He walked back to her and she was again startled by the grace with which he moved. He handed her the wine then sat down next to her.
The wine tasted weird, Kamali had never drank it before. She wondered how someone could enjoy that taste, still, she thought maybe she would get used to it and she wanted to show MesAnpu that she was grateful, so she tried her best to keep up with him. Soon, the wine made her just a tiny little bit tipsy. "Maybe something to eat?" MesAnpu now said, walking back to the table, taking a whole flat bread and ripping a good piece of it off.
"If you want me to eat, well maybe-" She was interrupted by him:
"I know, you prefer fruits." He placed two figs and some date on a plate and walked back to her. He knew about her species. That wasn't such a surprise, he had seen many lands, but he actually remembered and cared for that little fact that she couldn't eat grain.
"Thank you master." She took the plate and started eating, she was indeed hungry and while eating she wouldn't have to talk. Why was she so nervous around him? So far, he hadn't made any move on her."Now, did you undergo some special training?" MesAnpu asked as he stood up again. She looked up, still a half-eaten fig in her hand.
"Special training?"
"Yes, those for the most beautiful female slaves."
Did he just call her beautiful? It took her a moment to understand what training he was referring to, then she almost choked: "Oh, oh no master, I- I'm not that kind of a slave."

He was still standing with his back towards her so she couldn't see what he was doing, but all of a sudden, his belt and cloth fell to the ground and she got a good view upon his muscular back, before he turned around. It was getting darker now and due to his almost black fur, she could only surmise his male features, but it made her heart race.
"You have been given me for the night, I was expecting you to have some experience."
Kamali's cheeks were burning. This conversation was turning into a direction that made her feel more and more uncomfortable. How could he talk about such private things? "No, master, I'm sorry, I've never, you know-"
He sat down next to her, his hand coming to rest upon her knee: "No need to speak, it's all good. I will be careful when I enjoy my prize."
"You really want to?" her voice failed her. And she trembled as his hand moved slightly on her leg.
"Yes, it's been a long time since I've been with a woman, and I've always been curious about your kind." After a pause, he added: "Or am I too ugly for your first time?"
Kamali had to smile: "No, certainly not master, you are a handsome man, I just, well, I thought I would have my first time with a man I love."
"Oh don't worry my dear, those are two different things. If you give in to it, you can enjoy a man's body without loving the person. Not that affection hurts, but it's not necessary."
"I understand master." Kamali nodded, her scales were tingling and her heart was beating fast. She was so nervous, but also, it was hard to believe, excited: "May I ask a question, master?"
"Sure." he said.
"Do you really find me attractive?"
His hand moved slightly further up her leg, stroking over her scales: "Very much my dear, you are so young and pretty and while we have soft warm fur, you are all smooth and lithe. I envy you a little about this."
Kamali nodded: "I will try to be the prize you deserve, MesAnpu." Straining, she stood up, made a few steps into the room, and then undid her loincloth like he had done before. It took a moment until the fabric slid down her tail and fell off of her. The tail twitched, showing her nervousness and covered her behind from time to time as if she wanted to tease him. Her own heart beat filled her ears and her fingers were trembling. Still, she knew that she was his for the night and she had decided to make the best of it. She would be his prize and he would be her teacher.

Even before she moved around again, she felt his muscular, furred body against her back, his hands, strong, yet well-tended wrapped around her, stroking her flat belly, making her gasp. His long muzzle was against her shoulders and he kissed her neck, sending shivers through her. He was suddenly so close and it actually felt good. His hands started to roam, when he whispered into her ear: "Such smooth scales, I love touching you." He moved up, his fingers stroking the underside of her breasts, lifting the small, firm orbs slightly up, before he covered them with his whole hands, making her legs shake. Turning her head, she suddenly found herself looking into his eyes and, not thinking, she kissed his long canid muzzle.

His tongue quickly found entrance into her mouth, playing with her slender long lizard tongue and the sensation of it was almost overwhelming. She barely noticed those hands on her breasts, slightly squeezing her now erect nipples between two fingers as they kissed and suddenly, she felt something else. Something warm and firm and wet against her butt cheek. Shocked, she realized that it was his member. Of course he was aroused as well and he was so dangerously close. With some effort, she fought down her rising panic. There was nothing wrong about it, if they were going to make love together, then she better should get used to that sensation. Still, it was making her more nervous and the feeling faded only slowly as they kept on kissing. One of his hands moved down in the process, making her shiver as he wandered down her abdomen, encircling her navel, then further and further down."Not a hair in the way." He whispered into her ear as he broke the kiss for a moment. She knew what he was talking about and she felt her body responding to his touch, what was she meant to do? She had her legs still tightly together, but his fingers brushed down over that triangle, brushing against that sensitive flesh.
"Master..." she gasped.
"Lay on the bed beautiful." He ordered with a gentle voice.
Beautiful, he found her beautiful. Kamali feared that her legs wouldn't obey, but she managed to walk over to the bed and crawled onto it, laying on her back, wriggling more clumsily than seductively on the sheets. But he didn't need a further invitation. Not taking his gaze from her for a single second, he soon followed, allowing her to take a brief impression of his already growing manhood.

He crawled on top of her. Did he notice how nervous she was? Her chest was rising and falling with every breath she took and each touch of him made her shiver and sigh. Was it her being nervous? Or was it excitement? She couldn't quite read her body's signals, it was all too new for her. His mouth was suddenly at her neck, soft fur and strong muscles against her form, he kissed her vulnerable skin, making her whimper in delight. Not thinking about it, she slightly spread her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to feel him better as he kissed down her collar bone, his hands moving along her flanks.
"You are so smooth and even, so different from our females." He complimented her but she barely heard him, as his kisses covered her chest now. Running her hands through his hair, she let out a pleasant moan, as she decided not to worry about what was happening anymore. He had chosen her and she was a slave to obey- besides, her first time would be with a handsome, skilled male, all the other slave girls would envy her - and maybe make her pay for taking this night from them! The thought brought her back into reality, as if she had woken from a dream and was now back to her daily routine. But a moment later she experienced a new assault of pleasure as he locked his lips around one of her dark-green nipples and started to suck gently, a sensation she had never before experienced. It made her moan out louder, closing her eyes as she stroked his hair, trying to encourage him to go on with it.

How long he had been doing this Kamali didn't know, but finally, he set her free and kissed deeper. For a moment, she felt regret, but then new jolts of excitement coursed through her as he traveled deeper and deeper.
"Oh gods..." she whimpered.
"Shhh, relax, I'll go slowly with you." he said with calm voice, but she could hear the arousal in his voice still. It didn't bother her, quite contrary, he wanted her, he desired her, and she was beautiful for him.
Her nodding felt as if she was giving him permission to proceed, turning around their social status for the moment as his hands parted her thighs a little further, enabling him to kneel between her legs, kissing her groin, moving closer and closer to her most sensitive spot. Was that right? Shouldn't she protest? What if she did things wrong? What if he wouldn't like to? She shivered at the mere thought of his tongue getting in touch with her sex. How would it feel? Why was she worried like this? He wanted this and she would just lean back and - pleasure hit her violently as his long, canid tongue licked all along her sex, coating her labia with his saliva and leaving her trembling for more. She didn't even realize she was moaning, but his grin showed her that he had received her approval as he buried his face between her legs again, his tongue dancing and flickering all over her sex, back and forth along her engorged lips, then slithering between them, moving up and finding her clit, making her see stars.

Within no time, all restraint and worry had escaped from Kamali's mind as she lay there, panting and moaning, one hand in his wild hair, one dug into the sheets. It felt fantastic, unlike anything she had ever imagined. And then her body started to tense and while she had never experienced anything like that before, she knew what was coming. She shivered and moaned, closing her eyes tightly and then, her climax hit her, her body convulsing and shaking, her toes curling up as pleasure unknown to her sent her mind to heaven. "Oh master." She softly whispered once she had recovered. He tenderly kissed her inner thigh, looked up at Kamali, his smile re-ensuring her that she had indeed pleased him. And it had felt fantastic. Not that her desire was fully sated yet, quite contrary, she felt a newly awaken need. A smile crept upon her face too: "I want you in me, master." she couldn't believe she said that, an hour ago, she would have sunken into the earth out of shame and now - but it didn't matter, it was what she felt that moment and she knew he wanted to hear that, too.

A shiver ran through her as his warm, hot pole stroked against her clit: "It's your first time, right?"
"Yes master."
He nodded understanding: "I will be very careful with you then, don't worry."
His tender words calmed her down a little. Not that her desire faded, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her and when she felt the firm tip of his member against her entrance, slowly rubbing against her sex to prepare her, she moaned in need already. He guided himself with his hand, but looked up at Kamali, not wanting to miss her expression as she was filled for the first time. It a brief moment, there was a hint of pain reflecting on her face. He paused, giving her time to adjust, before he pushed in deeper, soon replacing the pain with pleasure as she moaned softly, her eyes open and surprise about the wonderful sensations spreading through her core visible.
"Hmmm, master." she purred. It was hard for MesAnpu not to come into her right away. She was too young and tight and hot around her. Her skin smooth and firm, her inner flesh was slick and soft and wrapped around him as if she never wanted him to leave.
Finally, he started moving back, but then pushed back into her young body, earning a sigh from her, encouraging to repeat the movement. Not long and he was rolling his hips against her, slightly pushing her upwards with each stroke, making her breasts move. She was wet and he could feel her nectar running from her sex down the base of his member and onto his balls. It was a weirdly erotic addition to their lovemaking and it became more and more difficult for the man to hold back. She was so slender and small and innocent, he didn't want to hurt her, but the sounds that escaped her sounded more and more demanding and archaic and it pulled him with her, his hips slamming into her with growing passion as he kept on mating her.

She had been a virgin, but now she was more than ready for a male, MesAnpu felt it, he felt how much her body wanted him and he wanted her just as much. She clenched and tightened around him, her head flying from one side to another, her back elevated in her lusty struggle for release. It was too much, the feeling around his shaft, the sight of that female lost in her passion. He sat fully up, inhaled deep to regain control, but her legs locked behind his back, urging him to go even rougher on her. Not long and he lost control completely. Slamming into her violently a couple of times more, he then let out a wild howl, tensing, then twitching as he shot his hot seed into her. And a moment later, he felt Kamali convulsing around him, the young girl thrashing as another orgasm him her as well, her sex squeezing around him as if she was trying to milk him.

The events of their lovemaking were dreamlike, clouded by a red mist of lust in Kamali's memory. Her body remembered it very vividly though. She felt exhausted, slightly worn out, but happy as she snuggled up next to the famous warrior. Maybe, hopefully, he would help her remember this night even better after he had a little rest, she would certainly not deny that."I - I hope I satisfied you." She whispered when she realized he was awake.
"You did, very much and I assume you noticed." MesAnpu answered.
Kamali blushed and smiled: "Yes master, and I thank you."
"For what?"
"For making my first time something special."
He nodded: "You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it, I couldn't if you didn't."
"I realized that." She ran her hand over his strong chest: "And I'll always remember this night."
"Maybe it doesn't have to be only this night." He said, looking up at the ceiling.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I feel I'm getting older, not like an old man, but I don't care for battles and glory like I used to. I want to settle down."
"But you always could master, why are you telling me that?" Kamali asked, uncertain what he meant.
"I don't want to be alone in this new life, I want to keep you, to make you my wife. You are wasted here, you are a beautiful and wonderful young woman and I want to give you a better future. I don't want you to scrub floors for the rest of your life, you deserve so much better."
"M-me? Your wife?" Kamali's eyes grew wide. A lot had happened today, but she never expected this this: "But, the pharaoh just-" She stumbled.
"Is that thought so terrible to you?" He said with a smile.
"No, no, master I feel flattered, but he just gave me to you for one night."
The warrior shrugged: "I don't think he would object if I ask him to give you to me permanently. And if he does, I'll just trade some of my land for you."
"You would do that?" Kamali felt a warmth rising within her.
"I promise." He wrapped his strong arms around her, making this night - her last night in the palace - even more special for her. She drifted off into a blissful slumber in her soon-to-be husband's warm embrace, feeling much better about the future than she had in a long time.