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Tahena raised her arms above her head and stretched, turning her head slightly to smile at the man she was shamelessly displaying her body to. The care she took to let the bangles on her wrists slide gently up her forearms rather than jangling as they fell was entirely subconscious, and lent her movements a smooth grace that contributed as much to her beauty as her delicate features and flawless skin, or the way she timed her breathing to accentuate the movement of her breasts from the shifting of her shoulders. Playing the part of a walking piece of art as she followed him about like the obedient pet she was was easy work, yet it still felt good to stretch and relax once they found themselves alone in the quiet of his chambers.
"Radience." Acknowledgement of his presence and rank, a careful request to be allowed to speak, humility in the careful tilt of her head and the shy way her eyes sought his face without seeking eye contact, yet bold confidence in the very act of speaking without being commanded to do so.
She still wasn't sure how she felt about the fact her owner was not exactly happy with his wife's performance in bed. On the one hand, it made it easier to put lingering traces of jealousy to bed - it wasn't like he'd married for love or lust, she hadn't expected to be jealous, but there had been that slight chance, however unlikely, that he would have been happy enough in his marital bed to have less use for her, and Tahena had very few other ways to make herself useful. She had a hard life, but no slave's life was easy, and there was a certain pride to be had in doing one's job well, no matter how unpleasant that job was. For someone who had nothing, the thought of loosing even something as useless as that was unbearable. The fact he turned away from her for duty rather than pleasure, however, had let her actually appreciate the break from his nightly attentions. Waking up in no pain carried the thrill of novelty, in addition to simply being pleasant.
On the other hand, he couldn't exactly take out his frustrations on the Queen of Egypt - and guess who was required to satisfy him in that way as well. Some nights when he did summon her were more than she felt she could endure. Yet endure it she did, for what choice did she have? She could do little to soothe his temper, while any misstep would make it worse.
"Will you let me stay tonight?" The question was hopeful, but still shyly cautious. It was not often that the fifteen-year-old desired something strongly enough to give voice to it unprompted, and she would never dare challenge being told no. Tahena was not some two-bit whore, fluttering her lashes and flaunting her breasts in her paramour's face, she was far more subtle than that. She knew precisely what she was doing with this man, letting him look his fill without seeming forward, her face tilted down demurely but her eyes rising to seek his, the pleading expression suggesting that at the slightest hint it would work she would be on her knees and begging. "I dream of nothing but your touch at night, my pharaoh. Will you not let me serve you?"
Best put him in as good a mood she can manage, before making her suggestion for how else she could serve him. Then again, if she could get him complaining about the queen, he might be more receptive, even if he was grumpier to start with. A beating now, or a beating later? Managing her master's temper was always a careful balance.
The slave dropped her eyes, her voice quieter, the tiny shake of nervousness not entirely feigned if not exactly for the reason she spoke of, though her voice was still clear. She would never dare mumble. "Have I displeased you, master? You do not seem to want me as often as you used to, even now that Her Evening Radiance is with child." He might not like her, but there was no way Tahena was going to show so much as a hint of disrespect or even informality in that direction. She'd been sent to live in the slave quarters rather than sleeping on the floor at the foot of his bed as she always had before out of respect for his new wife, she'd assumed, and given that he hadn't reverted to their old arrangement even though he didn't like the woman he'd married suggested that respecting the queen's rank was still of importance to him. Tahena knew well how flexible his principles could be - but equally how rigid they could be at other times. Even so, she honestly had expected to find herself in his bed more often than she actually had.
Of course he would have other women as well, as he always had whenever they were available. She had no illusions at all on that score. A man of his nature would never be satisfied with a single dish, no matter how much he liked it, and a man of his successes deserved every opportunity to sample from the full banquet. It only really bothered her when it was too frequent, or he started showing them affection. Still, he found her jealousy amusing, so she felt safe enough pouting about it. Subtly, and careful to always acknowledge that the problem was in no way his behaviour, but only her own lack of control over her emotions. He might scold her for being too bold, hence the caution, but he was not going to criticize her for the simple fact of desiring him.
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Tahena raised her arms above her head and stretched, turning her head slightly to smile at the man she was shamelessly displaying her body to. The care she took to let the bangles on her wrists slide gently up her forearms rather than jangling as they fell was entirely subconscious, and lent her movements a smooth grace that contributed as much to her beauty as her delicate features and flawless skin, or the way she timed her breathing to accentuate the movement of her breasts from the shifting of her shoulders. Playing the part of a walking piece of art as she followed him about like the obedient pet she was was easy work, yet it still felt good to stretch and relax once they found themselves alone in the quiet of his chambers.
"Radience." Acknowledgement of his presence and rank, a careful request to be allowed to speak, humility in the careful tilt of her head and the shy way her eyes sought his face without seeking eye contact, yet bold confidence in the very act of speaking without being commanded to do so.
She still wasn't sure how she felt about the fact her owner was not exactly happy with his wife's performance in bed. On the one hand, it made it easier to put lingering traces of jealousy to bed - it wasn't like he'd married for love or lust, she hadn't expected to be jealous, but there had been that slight chance, however unlikely, that he would have been happy enough in his marital bed to have less use for her, and Tahena had very few other ways to make herself useful. She had a hard life, but no slave's life was easy, and there was a certain pride to be had in doing one's job well, no matter how unpleasant that job was. For someone who had nothing, the thought of loosing even something as useless as that was unbearable. The fact he turned away from her for duty rather than pleasure, however, had let her actually appreciate the break from his nightly attentions. Waking up in no pain carried the thrill of novelty, in addition to simply being pleasant.
On the other hand, he couldn't exactly take out his frustrations on the Queen of Egypt - and guess who was required to satisfy him in that way as well. Some nights when he did summon her were more than she felt she could endure. Yet endure it she did, for what choice did she have? She could do little to soothe his temper, while any misstep would make it worse.
"Will you let me stay tonight?" The question was hopeful, but still shyly cautious. It was not often that the fifteen-year-old desired something strongly enough to give voice to it unprompted, and she would never dare challenge being told no. Tahena was not some two-bit whore, fluttering her lashes and flaunting her breasts in her paramour's face, she was far more subtle than that. She knew precisely what she was doing with this man, letting him look his fill without seeming forward, her face tilted down demurely but her eyes rising to seek his, the pleading expression suggesting that at the slightest hint it would work she would be on her knees and begging. "I dream of nothing but your touch at night, my pharaoh. Will you not let me serve you?"
Best put him in as good a mood she can manage, before making her suggestion for how else she could serve him. Then again, if she could get him complaining about the queen, he might be more receptive, even if he was grumpier to start with. A beating now, or a beating later? Managing her master's temper was always a careful balance.
The slave dropped her eyes, her voice quieter, the tiny shake of nervousness not entirely feigned if not exactly for the reason she spoke of, though her voice was still clear. She would never dare mumble. "Have I displeased you, master? You do not seem to want me as often as you used to, even now that Her Evening Radiance is with child." He might not like her, but there was no way Tahena was going to show so much as a hint of disrespect or even informality in that direction. She'd been sent to live in the slave quarters rather than sleeping on the floor at the foot of his bed as she always had before out of respect for his new wife, she'd assumed, and given that he hadn't reverted to their old arrangement even though he didn't like the woman he'd married suggested that respecting the queen's rank was still of importance to him. Tahena knew well how flexible his principles could be - but equally how rigid they could be at other times. Even so, she honestly had expected to find herself in his bed more often than she actually had.
Of course he would have other women as well, as he always had whenever they were available. She had no illusions at all on that score. A man of his nature would never be satisfied with a single dish, no matter how much he liked it, and a man of his successes deserved every opportunity to sample from the full banquet. It only really bothered her when it was too frequent, or he started showing them affection. Still, he found her jealousy amusing, so she felt safe enough pouting about it. Subtly, and careful to always acknowledge that the problem was in no way his behaviour, but only her own lack of control over her emotions. He might scold her for being too bold, hence the caution, but he was not going to criticize her for the simple fact of desiring him.
Tahena raised her arms above her head and stretched, turning her head slightly to smile at the man she was shamelessly displaying her body to. The care she took to let the bangles on her wrists slide gently up her forearms rather than jangling as they fell was entirely subconscious, and lent her movements a smooth grace that contributed as much to her beauty as her delicate features and flawless skin, or the way she timed her breathing to accentuate the movement of her breasts from the shifting of her shoulders. Playing the part of a walking piece of art as she followed him about like the obedient pet she was was easy work, yet it still felt good to stretch and relax once they found themselves alone in the quiet of his chambers.
"Radience." Acknowledgement of his presence and rank, a careful request to be allowed to speak, humility in the careful tilt of her head and the shy way her eyes sought his face without seeking eye contact, yet bold confidence in the very act of speaking without being commanded to do so.
She still wasn't sure how she felt about the fact her owner was not exactly happy with his wife's performance in bed. On the one hand, it made it easier to put lingering traces of jealousy to bed - it wasn't like he'd married for love or lust, she hadn't expected to be jealous, but there had been that slight chance, however unlikely, that he would have been happy enough in his marital bed to have less use for her, and Tahena had very few other ways to make herself useful. She had a hard life, but no slave's life was easy, and there was a certain pride to be had in doing one's job well, no matter how unpleasant that job was. For someone who had nothing, the thought of loosing even something as useless as that was unbearable. The fact he turned away from her for duty rather than pleasure, however, had let her actually appreciate the break from his nightly attentions. Waking up in no pain carried the thrill of novelty, in addition to simply being pleasant.
On the other hand, he couldn't exactly take out his frustrations on the Queen of Egypt - and guess who was required to satisfy him in that way as well. Some nights when he did summon her were more than she felt she could endure. Yet endure it she did, for what choice did she have? She could do little to soothe his temper, while any misstep would make it worse.
"Will you let me stay tonight?" The question was hopeful, but still shyly cautious. It was not often that the fifteen-year-old desired something strongly enough to give voice to it unprompted, and she would never dare challenge being told no. Tahena was not some two-bit whore, fluttering her lashes and flaunting her breasts in her paramour's face, she was far more subtle than that. She knew precisely what she was doing with this man, letting him look his fill without seeming forward, her face tilted down demurely but her eyes rising to seek his, the pleading expression suggesting that at the slightest hint it would work she would be on her knees and begging. "I dream of nothing but your touch at night, my pharaoh. Will you not let me serve you?"
Best put him in as good a mood she can manage, before making her suggestion for how else she could serve him. Then again, if she could get him complaining about the queen, he might be more receptive, even if he was grumpier to start with. A beating now, or a beating later? Managing her master's temper was always a careful balance.
The slave dropped her eyes, her voice quieter, the tiny shake of nervousness not entirely feigned if not exactly for the reason she spoke of, though her voice was still clear. She would never dare mumble. "Have I displeased you, master? You do not seem to want me as often as you used to, even now that Her Evening Radiance is with child." He might not like her, but there was no way Tahena was going to show so much as a hint of disrespect or even informality in that direction. She'd been sent to live in the slave quarters rather than sleeping on the floor at the foot of his bed as she always had before out of respect for his new wife, she'd assumed, and given that he hadn't reverted to their old arrangement even though he didn't like the woman he'd married suggested that respecting the queen's rank was still of importance to him. Tahena knew well how flexible his principles could be - but equally how rigid they could be at other times. Even so, she honestly had expected to find herself in his bed more often than she actually had.
Of course he would have other women as well, as he always had whenever they were available. She had no illusions at all on that score. A man of his nature would never be satisfied with a single dish, no matter how much he liked it, and a man of his successes deserved every opportunity to sample from the full banquet. It only really bothered her when it was too frequent, or he started showing them affection. Still, he found her jealousy amusing, so she felt safe enough pouting about it. Subtly, and careful to always acknowledge that the problem was in no way his behaviour, but only her own lack of control over her emotions. He might scold her for being too bold, hence the caution, but he was not going to criticize her for the simple fact of desiring him.
He observed Tahena with a slight scowl on his face. No, he was not displeased with her in the slightest, nor did he disapprove of the show she was putting on for him, but his mind had been heavily occupied with matters that concerned more than his own pleasure. There were meetings to be had with Zoser concerning the queen and her mother. There was a meeting with the queen herself that needed to be arranged before his departure. There were final preparations for war that needed to be overseen and handled with the utmost care. It was safe to say that Iahotep was occupied.
As such, he’d hardly heard her question, despite looking right at her. Ah, he supposed not everyone had such responsibility on their shoulders. Tahena’s job was quite simple -- keep him pleased. In spite of that, he’d hardly utilized her services as the slave girl was so careful to point out. He’d sent her to slave quarters simply because having her in his rooms would provoke too many questions. The council frowned upon adultery as he was sure the Queen Dowager would.
It was, of course, not his fault that the queen was so keen on lying in their marital bed like a dead horse. He was a man, and like every man, had his own desires and needs that had to be met. He was not so easily sated and an unresponsive woman was only a detriment to that. He’d dealt with women like the queen before. His solution was simply to harm them until they were screaming. He could do no such thing to the queen, much less now that she was carrying his child. As irritating as it was, rumors would spread and he had not the time nor the patience to deal with them.
Iahotep eyed Tahena for many moments after she had stopped talking. He thought over her words carefully. Had she displeased him? No. How could she when he’d not seen her in some time? Did she deserve to stay? Well...that would depend on her. Iahotep made a thoughtful sound. “That depends, Tahena,” he said ever so softly, “Do you think you have displeased me?” He wanted to see just what she might say. Would she try to think of some imagined slight to appease him? “And should a slave who has displeased her master be permitted to stay with him? Should she be rewarded with his touch?”
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He observed Tahena with a slight scowl on his face. No, he was not displeased with her in the slightest, nor did he disapprove of the show she was putting on for him, but his mind had been heavily occupied with matters that concerned more than his own pleasure. There were meetings to be had with Zoser concerning the queen and her mother. There was a meeting with the queen herself that needed to be arranged before his departure. There were final preparations for war that needed to be overseen and handled with the utmost care. It was safe to say that Iahotep was occupied.
As such, he’d hardly heard her question, despite looking right at her. Ah, he supposed not everyone had such responsibility on their shoulders. Tahena’s job was quite simple -- keep him pleased. In spite of that, he’d hardly utilized her services as the slave girl was so careful to point out. He’d sent her to slave quarters simply because having her in his rooms would provoke too many questions. The council frowned upon adultery as he was sure the Queen Dowager would.
It was, of course, not his fault that the queen was so keen on lying in their marital bed like a dead horse. He was a man, and like every man, had his own desires and needs that had to be met. He was not so easily sated and an unresponsive woman was only a detriment to that. He’d dealt with women like the queen before. His solution was simply to harm them until they were screaming. He could do no such thing to the queen, much less now that she was carrying his child. As irritating as it was, rumors would spread and he had not the time nor the patience to deal with them.
Iahotep eyed Tahena for many moments after she had stopped talking. He thought over her words carefully. Had she displeased him? No. How could she when he’d not seen her in some time? Did she deserve to stay? Well...that would depend on her. Iahotep made a thoughtful sound. “That depends, Tahena,” he said ever so softly, “Do you think you have displeased me?” He wanted to see just what she might say. Would she try to think of some imagined slight to appease him? “And should a slave who has displeased her master be permitted to stay with him? Should she be rewarded with his touch?”
He observed Tahena with a slight scowl on his face. No, he was not displeased with her in the slightest, nor did he disapprove of the show she was putting on for him, but his mind had been heavily occupied with matters that concerned more than his own pleasure. There were meetings to be had with Zoser concerning the queen and her mother. There was a meeting with the queen herself that needed to be arranged before his departure. There were final preparations for war that needed to be overseen and handled with the utmost care. It was safe to say that Iahotep was occupied.
As such, he’d hardly heard her question, despite looking right at her. Ah, he supposed not everyone had such responsibility on their shoulders. Tahena’s job was quite simple -- keep him pleased. In spite of that, he’d hardly utilized her services as the slave girl was so careful to point out. He’d sent her to slave quarters simply because having her in his rooms would provoke too many questions. The council frowned upon adultery as he was sure the Queen Dowager would.
It was, of course, not his fault that the queen was so keen on lying in their marital bed like a dead horse. He was a man, and like every man, had his own desires and needs that had to be met. He was not so easily sated and an unresponsive woman was only a detriment to that. He’d dealt with women like the queen before. His solution was simply to harm them until they were screaming. He could do no such thing to the queen, much less now that she was carrying his child. As irritating as it was, rumors would spread and he had not the time nor the patience to deal with them.
Iahotep eyed Tahena for many moments after she had stopped talking. He thought over her words carefully. Had she displeased him? No. How could she when he’d not seen her in some time? Did she deserve to stay? Well...that would depend on her. Iahotep made a thoughtful sound. “That depends, Tahena,” he said ever so softly, “Do you think you have displeased me?” He wanted to see just what she might say. Would she try to think of some imagined slight to appease him? “And should a slave who has displeased her master be permitted to stay with him? Should she be rewarded with his touch?”
Tahena was quite certain she had not, in fact, done anything wrong, but the fifteen year old knew a trick question when she heart one. Iahotep's moods were so fickle she really did need regular reassurance that he wasn't mad at her, but she supposed a lack of criticism when she'd specifically opened herself up to it would have to do.
"I can think of nothing I have done wrong," she admitted. Most often, she preemptively claimed stupidity to avoid any accusation of hubris, but that was not the best tack for today. "But how can a poor slave know the full mind of the great pharaoh?" He might not like the overt forwardness of whores, but when it came to flattery, there was no such thing as laying it on too thick. She looked up at him with liquid dark eyes, then dropped her gaze respectfully again, before sinking smoothly to her knees.
"A slave who has erred should be beaten," she answered his second question confidently. "And made to do her job correctly." Her tongue appeared between her lips just for a moment. She was not afraid of him, exactly, and she would not simper and whine, but it was important he remained assured that she was very much aware of the power he had over her. Confidence was - within strict limits - acceptable. Arrogance from a slave was utterly not. Hmm. Should she leave it at that, or should she beg? Careful to keep her gaze hidden behind her lashes, she gave him a quick look again. She had been bold enough for now, and had no desire to push her luck, but she hated not being able to watch his expression.
No, she decided, silence would serve her for the moment. This challenge was best met with perfect obedience and nothing else. Grovelling was best saved for when he was actually angry - no sense wearing out one of her only defenses with overuse, and certainly no sense at all risking that it would backfire, if he felt she was speaking more than necessary.
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Tahena was quite certain she had not, in fact, done anything wrong, but the fifteen year old knew a trick question when she heart one. Iahotep's moods were so fickle she really did need regular reassurance that he wasn't mad at her, but she supposed a lack of criticism when she'd specifically opened herself up to it would have to do.
"I can think of nothing I have done wrong," she admitted. Most often, she preemptively claimed stupidity to avoid any accusation of hubris, but that was not the best tack for today. "But how can a poor slave know the full mind of the great pharaoh?" He might not like the overt forwardness of whores, but when it came to flattery, there was no such thing as laying it on too thick. She looked up at him with liquid dark eyes, then dropped her gaze respectfully again, before sinking smoothly to her knees.
"A slave who has erred should be beaten," she answered his second question confidently. "And made to do her job correctly." Her tongue appeared between her lips just for a moment. She was not afraid of him, exactly, and she would not simper and whine, but it was important he remained assured that she was very much aware of the power he had over her. Confidence was - within strict limits - acceptable. Arrogance from a slave was utterly not. Hmm. Should she leave it at that, or should she beg? Careful to keep her gaze hidden behind her lashes, she gave him a quick look again. She had been bold enough for now, and had no desire to push her luck, but she hated not being able to watch his expression.
No, she decided, silence would serve her for the moment. This challenge was best met with perfect obedience and nothing else. Grovelling was best saved for when he was actually angry - no sense wearing out one of her only defenses with overuse, and certainly no sense at all risking that it would backfire, if he felt she was speaking more than necessary.
Tahena was quite certain she had not, in fact, done anything wrong, but the fifteen year old knew a trick question when she heart one. Iahotep's moods were so fickle she really did need regular reassurance that he wasn't mad at her, but she supposed a lack of criticism when she'd specifically opened herself up to it would have to do.
"I can think of nothing I have done wrong," she admitted. Most often, she preemptively claimed stupidity to avoid any accusation of hubris, but that was not the best tack for today. "But how can a poor slave know the full mind of the great pharaoh?" He might not like the overt forwardness of whores, but when it came to flattery, there was no such thing as laying it on too thick. She looked up at him with liquid dark eyes, then dropped her gaze respectfully again, before sinking smoothly to her knees.
"A slave who has erred should be beaten," she answered his second question confidently. "And made to do her job correctly." Her tongue appeared between her lips just for a moment. She was not afraid of him, exactly, and she would not simper and whine, but it was important he remained assured that she was very much aware of the power he had over her. Confidence was - within strict limits - acceptable. Arrogance from a slave was utterly not. Hmm. Should she leave it at that, or should she beg? Careful to keep her gaze hidden behind her lashes, she gave him a quick look again. She had been bold enough for now, and had no desire to push her luck, but she hated not being able to watch his expression.
No, she decided, silence would serve her for the moment. This challenge was best met with perfect obedience and nothing else. Grovelling was best saved for when he was actually angry - no sense wearing out one of her only defenses with overuse, and certainly no sense at all risking that it would backfire, if he felt she was speaking more than necessary.
It was a marvel really, that Tahena was so well behaved. Well, perhaps not a marvel. He had over seen her training from a very young age. Training that equipped her to handle his ever changing moods and varying degrees of sadism better than any other woman on the face of the planet. Truthfully, he had missed her in his bedchamber. That was the precise reason he had to send her away for a time, because that longing was a distraction to him fulfilling his marital duties. It had been an unfortunate necessity.
As it were, however, Hatshepsut, in all of her pettish glory, had fallen pregnant. That fact alone did not stop him from summoning her when he desired, to remind her of her place, but even that was growing to be a bore. His queen was content to lie there and do absolutely nothing. Still, like death itself. What’s more, he could not harm her in the way he craved a woman to be harmed. The child growing within her was more important than his own pleasure.
It would be no surprise, then, that his eyes wandered, for even if his wife was more receptive to his lusts, she would be unable to truly fulfill him in her current state. And his eyes wandered, but they sought Tahena first. He was not keen on forgetting those who were good to them, be they political or otherwise. No, Tahena had been perfectly molded by the whip and his guiding hand into exactly what he desired. The queen would be molded as well, but that would take time. For now, he would enjoy the obedience he did receive.
He met her gaze with no discernible expression on his face. She was right to quickly avert her eyes afterwards and kneel before him, but he was not displeased with her gesture at all. No, Tahena knew well enough how to tempt him without uttering a single word and that was something he was not opposed to. How he loved being tempted.
He lifted his chin slightly to her confident assertion that a slave in error should be beaten and show the correct path. A sort of pleased sound left him then. “Indeed, a slave will never fully know the might of her pharaoh, but she knows well enough what pleases him.”
“And you please him, my dear Tahena, you please him greatly. More than any other woman he has lain with.” Truly, he owed her no compliments nor acknowledgment of her years of servitude to him, but praise, he had learned, had its uses.
He was slow in closing the space between them, but deliberate. When he stood before her, a hand came forward to rest gently on her curls, a far cry from the harsh fist that usually tugged it. “I had not wished to send you away, Tahena, but there are some things that simply must be done,” he said, fingers slowly running through her hair, “just as I had to fulfill my duties with the queen, so must I reward you for your loyalty and patience. Let it not be known that I am blind to those who serve me well.”
“You will stay with me tonight, my dear, and show me exactly how much you missed your master.”
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It was a marvel really, that Tahena was so well behaved. Well, perhaps not a marvel. He had over seen her training from a very young age. Training that equipped her to handle his ever changing moods and varying degrees of sadism better than any other woman on the face of the planet. Truthfully, he had missed her in his bedchamber. That was the precise reason he had to send her away for a time, because that longing was a distraction to him fulfilling his marital duties. It had been an unfortunate necessity.
As it were, however, Hatshepsut, in all of her pettish glory, had fallen pregnant. That fact alone did not stop him from summoning her when he desired, to remind her of her place, but even that was growing to be a bore. His queen was content to lie there and do absolutely nothing. Still, like death itself. What’s more, he could not harm her in the way he craved a woman to be harmed. The child growing within her was more important than his own pleasure.
It would be no surprise, then, that his eyes wandered, for even if his wife was more receptive to his lusts, she would be unable to truly fulfill him in her current state. And his eyes wandered, but they sought Tahena first. He was not keen on forgetting those who were good to them, be they political or otherwise. No, Tahena had been perfectly molded by the whip and his guiding hand into exactly what he desired. The queen would be molded as well, but that would take time. For now, he would enjoy the obedience he did receive.
He met her gaze with no discernible expression on his face. She was right to quickly avert her eyes afterwards and kneel before him, but he was not displeased with her gesture at all. No, Tahena knew well enough how to tempt him without uttering a single word and that was something he was not opposed to. How he loved being tempted.
He lifted his chin slightly to her confident assertion that a slave in error should be beaten and show the correct path. A sort of pleased sound left him then. “Indeed, a slave will never fully know the might of her pharaoh, but she knows well enough what pleases him.”
“And you please him, my dear Tahena, you please him greatly. More than any other woman he has lain with.” Truly, he owed her no compliments nor acknowledgment of her years of servitude to him, but praise, he had learned, had its uses.
He was slow in closing the space between them, but deliberate. When he stood before her, a hand came forward to rest gently on her curls, a far cry from the harsh fist that usually tugged it. “I had not wished to send you away, Tahena, but there are some things that simply must be done,” he said, fingers slowly running through her hair, “just as I had to fulfill my duties with the queen, so must I reward you for your loyalty and patience. Let it not be known that I am blind to those who serve me well.”
“You will stay with me tonight, my dear, and show me exactly how much you missed your master.”
It was a marvel really, that Tahena was so well behaved. Well, perhaps not a marvel. He had over seen her training from a very young age. Training that equipped her to handle his ever changing moods and varying degrees of sadism better than any other woman on the face of the planet. Truthfully, he had missed her in his bedchamber. That was the precise reason he had to send her away for a time, because that longing was a distraction to him fulfilling his marital duties. It had been an unfortunate necessity.
As it were, however, Hatshepsut, in all of her pettish glory, had fallen pregnant. That fact alone did not stop him from summoning her when he desired, to remind her of her place, but even that was growing to be a bore. His queen was content to lie there and do absolutely nothing. Still, like death itself. What’s more, he could not harm her in the way he craved a woman to be harmed. The child growing within her was more important than his own pleasure.
It would be no surprise, then, that his eyes wandered, for even if his wife was more receptive to his lusts, she would be unable to truly fulfill him in her current state. And his eyes wandered, but they sought Tahena first. He was not keen on forgetting those who were good to them, be they political or otherwise. No, Tahena had been perfectly molded by the whip and his guiding hand into exactly what he desired. The queen would be molded as well, but that would take time. For now, he would enjoy the obedience he did receive.
He met her gaze with no discernible expression on his face. She was right to quickly avert her eyes afterwards and kneel before him, but he was not displeased with her gesture at all. No, Tahena knew well enough how to tempt him without uttering a single word and that was something he was not opposed to. How he loved being tempted.
He lifted his chin slightly to her confident assertion that a slave in error should be beaten and show the correct path. A sort of pleased sound left him then. “Indeed, a slave will never fully know the might of her pharaoh, but she knows well enough what pleases him.”
“And you please him, my dear Tahena, you please him greatly. More than any other woman he has lain with.” Truly, he owed her no compliments nor acknowledgment of her years of servitude to him, but praise, he had learned, had its uses.
He was slow in closing the space between them, but deliberate. When he stood before her, a hand came forward to rest gently on her curls, a far cry from the harsh fist that usually tugged it. “I had not wished to send you away, Tahena, but there are some things that simply must be done,” he said, fingers slowly running through her hair, “just as I had to fulfill my duties with the queen, so must I reward you for your loyalty and patience. Let it not be known that I am blind to those who serve me well.”
“You will stay with me tonight, my dear, and show me exactly how much you missed your master.”
Praise made Tahena eager to earn more, and such a broad example of it released a good deal of tension in the young slave. It didn't even occur to her that it might not be entirely honest - she belonged to him, there was no reason whatsoever for him to flatter or manipulate her. She straightened up onto her knees from where she sat with head bowed and hands in her lap, and reached for her master's kilt, hesitating a mere finger's breadth from touching him. "May I...?"
Eagerness to obey needed to be balanced with ensuring that she was not only doing what he wanted, but how. The eagerness itself met the explicit instruction, but she knew well what he really wanted - and part of what he wanted was for her to correctly navigate the fine line between anticipating and overreaching. With permission to proceed, she unwrapped the starched linen from around his hips, and her mouth slid warmly over his manhood even before she had loosely folded the garment and dropped it behind him. She'd get punished for leaving it on the floor, but that was part of the game they played - had she the wit to navigate between multiple bad choices? Of course she did. The gulf between bad and worse was as wide as the Nile and as easy to recognize. Getting hit now and then was simply an unavoidable part of her life, and flinching from her duty for fear of pain served her as ill as it did a soldier.
Dark eyes closed as she concentrated on pleasing him. Plump lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue working against him as she sucked him ever deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth. This was a task where careful skill needed to make up for lack of natural talent; even now, after however uncountably many times she had served him this way, she would choke if he more than lightly brushed the back of her throat. A hand paired with her mouth allowed her to still give the entire length of him the attention he required and deserved. Feeling him swell and stiffen in her mouth pleased her; evidence she was doing a good job. Would it be sufficient, today? Impossible to guess. Eagerly, she pushed herself further, repeatedly teasing the back of her throat, preparing herself in case he wanted more.
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Praise made Tahena eager to earn more, and such a broad example of it released a good deal of tension in the young slave. It didn't even occur to her that it might not be entirely honest - she belonged to him, there was no reason whatsoever for him to flatter or manipulate her. She straightened up onto her knees from where she sat with head bowed and hands in her lap, and reached for her master's kilt, hesitating a mere finger's breadth from touching him. "May I...?"
Eagerness to obey needed to be balanced with ensuring that she was not only doing what he wanted, but how. The eagerness itself met the explicit instruction, but she knew well what he really wanted - and part of what he wanted was for her to correctly navigate the fine line between anticipating and overreaching. With permission to proceed, she unwrapped the starched linen from around his hips, and her mouth slid warmly over his manhood even before she had loosely folded the garment and dropped it behind him. She'd get punished for leaving it on the floor, but that was part of the game they played - had she the wit to navigate between multiple bad choices? Of course she did. The gulf between bad and worse was as wide as the Nile and as easy to recognize. Getting hit now and then was simply an unavoidable part of her life, and flinching from her duty for fear of pain served her as ill as it did a soldier.
Dark eyes closed as she concentrated on pleasing him. Plump lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue working against him as she sucked him ever deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth. This was a task where careful skill needed to make up for lack of natural talent; even now, after however uncountably many times she had served him this way, she would choke if he more than lightly brushed the back of her throat. A hand paired with her mouth allowed her to still give the entire length of him the attention he required and deserved. Feeling him swell and stiffen in her mouth pleased her; evidence she was doing a good job. Would it be sufficient, today? Impossible to guess. Eagerly, she pushed herself further, repeatedly teasing the back of her throat, preparing herself in case he wanted more.
Praise made Tahena eager to earn more, and such a broad example of it released a good deal of tension in the young slave. It didn't even occur to her that it might not be entirely honest - she belonged to him, there was no reason whatsoever for him to flatter or manipulate her. She straightened up onto her knees from where she sat with head bowed and hands in her lap, and reached for her master's kilt, hesitating a mere finger's breadth from touching him. "May I...?"
Eagerness to obey needed to be balanced with ensuring that she was not only doing what he wanted, but how. The eagerness itself met the explicit instruction, but she knew well what he really wanted - and part of what he wanted was for her to correctly navigate the fine line between anticipating and overreaching. With permission to proceed, she unwrapped the starched linen from around his hips, and her mouth slid warmly over his manhood even before she had loosely folded the garment and dropped it behind him. She'd get punished for leaving it on the floor, but that was part of the game they played - had she the wit to navigate between multiple bad choices? Of course she did. The gulf between bad and worse was as wide as the Nile and as easy to recognize. Getting hit now and then was simply an unavoidable part of her life, and flinching from her duty for fear of pain served her as ill as it did a soldier.
Dark eyes closed as she concentrated on pleasing him. Plump lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue working against him as she sucked him ever deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth. This was a task where careful skill needed to make up for lack of natural talent; even now, after however uncountably many times she had served him this way, she would choke if he more than lightly brushed the back of her throat. A hand paired with her mouth allowed her to still give the entire length of him the attention he required and deserved. Feeling him swell and stiffen in her mouth pleased her; evidence she was doing a good job. Would it be sufficient, today? Impossible to guess. Eagerly, she pushed herself further, repeatedly teasing the back of her throat, preparing herself in case he wanted more.