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Yu Gi Oh: Forbidden Wet Dreams
🕑 Added 2024-07-12 14:12:56 +0000 UTCEscaping from the butler of the palace, the priest Simon Muran, advisor, butler, helper, aide, medic, card game teacher, nanny and resident member of the Blue Man Group, was easier said than done. Almost nobody ever managed it, in fact, as the man had eyes like a particularly hawkish eagle, and the servants treated him with much reverence and respect, so they followed his orders to the best of their ability.
Prince Atem, son of the Pharaoh, future Pharaoh himself, Master of the Egyptian Gods and Card Gamer Extraordinaire, was one of the few who could subvert the blue man on the regular, and in fact, did it just about every weekend. Simon Muran cursed, for the weekends were his idea in the first place, before him they didn't even exist, and now, the Prince used them to escape his evil clutches of education and instruction.
The many passages of the Palace were labyrinthine, as a lot of things in Egypt were for reasons that eluded the young Prince, but one could still follow him because his bright, multicolored and ridiculous hair, in the shape of a huge, five pointed star stood out against the golden yellow sandstone walls, the gold ornaments and the lavish and excessive lapis lazuli decorations.
Sometimes, Simon caught the Prince just as he was leaving, sometimes, not even that.
This time, however, as the Prince rounded a corner, he caught not the impassive look of the blue man, but instead, he found himself face to face, in a golden hallway, with the maidservant that cleaned his chambers and took care of his laundry, miss Fisdis, who had been his friend, the daughter of his nurse who had practically been almost like a sister to him as he had grown up.
Even though he had been raised alongside her, the Prince had never actually seen her as his blood per se, as the stark difference in status had always been clear, and as such, he had always been privy to how beautiful she was.
Fisdis had a rich brown tone to her skin, the kind that was common among the peasantry that worked under the sun all day every day, and she kept its rich and healthy color by working in the prince's private gardens. She wore a white robe with golden ornaments, the same as all the other palace servants, but unlike them, she didn't wear a veil to cover her eyes in front of the Prince, for she alone was permitted to rest her eyes upon him.
Her hair seemed long but only because she gathered most of its length into twin braids adorned with hair clips that the Prince, Atem, had gifted her long ago. She had inherited the beauty that had caught the Pharaoh's eye from her mother, with one caveat, for her mother had breasts that were the biggest in Egypt, while Fisdis had a vastly more reasonable pair.
"I caught you, Prince!" Fisdis called, "you can't keep doing this, your highness!"
Some would balk at how she spoke to the prince, to the son of the Egyptian Gods' chosen Pharaoh, the lack of respect and decorum that would normally have seen her severely punished, her tongue pulled out and eyes plucked out and what have you. Of course, none knew what actually went on inside the palace.
"You cannot stop me Fisdis," the prince intoned with a deep and powerful voice, he had been born with a commanding tone that had sounded ridiculous when he was a young boy with a high pitched voice, but now was extremely fitting, as he could boom and project his voice to give royal decrees in a way others just couldn't. "I will go to the duel grounds now if you'd please step aside."
The way he spoke to the woman before him would've been insane to most.
But to him, Fisdis had been a loyal friend and even family member since time immemorial. To him, she was as worthy of informal treatment and forgiving of decorum obligations as his parents were, if not even more so considering how seldom he interacted with said parents.
He made a sweeping gesture with his hand as if it would move Fisdis by magic.
"I can't do that my prince," the young lady spoke, shaking his head, "it's dangerous out there, someone could recognize you!"
"I've never been revealed to the public Fisdis, nobody knows what I look like," the prince responded reasonably. It was standard practice that the Pharaoh would not be revealed to the public ever, in order to maintain the air of mystique, until they had their crown. "It'll be fine, it always is no matter how many times Simon loses his mind over it."
"I still must stop you... if you must go out, Prince, then you'll have to go through me!" Fisdis said, spreading her hands. "I won't allow you to put yourself in danger recklessly!"
"Putting myself in danger recklessly is a royal tradition!" Atem insisted.
"No it isn't, you're making that up, and I know you're making that up because I sat down with you for that lesson!" Fisdis countered. "Your highness, please! You're acting like an immature child!"
"I'll have you know," Atem responded, raising a finger, "I'm acting like an immature adult," he said.
"... is there even a difference?"
There was a moment's pause.
"No?" Atem finally admitted. "Well I guess the difference is that I no longer fit inside the secret passages that I used to fit inside."
"Either way, please return to your room!" Fisdis said.
"I'll go through you if I must..."
Fisdis frowned. "Then, then let's play a game! If I win, you'll go back to your room, a-and if you win, you'll, I'll give you a reward!" she said. "And you can go! I won't even go tell Simon where you are!"
"You're challenging me to a card game," Atem said, blinking. "Me. Literally the best duelist in all Egypt. Fisdis we've known each other for twenty years."
"Twenty one!" Fisdis said, smiling brightly. "I'm so happy you remember that I'm your friend and have been since childhood and I only want what's best for you," she said.
"Rrrright," Atem said, "you know how good I am at this."
"I'll do my best!"
She did her best.
Decks were pulled out. Everyone in Egypt who was anybody had a deck, and Fisdis, for all that she was in theory just a peasant girl elevated to nobility by virtue of her mother's massive milk jugs that had fed the Prince, had her own deck and even knew the rules.
That said, there wasn't much she could do when the prince's opening hand contained the materials to summon a Twin Headed Thunder Dragon, fusing a Yamatano Dragon Scroll with a Mega Thunderball, and fusing the resulting Thunder Dragon in the same move with a Blackland Fire Dragon, placing a 2800 attack monster onto the field that Fisdis simply had no out to, as she lacked spot removal magic like Raigeki or a trap like Acid Trap Hole or superior to actually destroy the Twin Headed Thunder Dragon.
Panic caused her to forget her fusions, and within only a small handful of turns, the battle was over, and Fisdis was on her knees, the impact from summoning monsters fueled by her spirit that had been thoroughly destroyed was too much for her.
It was said that only the High Mage Assho- Heishin was able to duel immediately after losing, with his great magical power.
Thus, Prince Atem began to walk away, passing by her.
"Prince!" Fisdis called, raising her hand. "W-Wait!" she said, catching her hand on his robes, those worn by commoners and servants.
"Fisdis I won, you know how this goes," the Prince said, smiling kindly down at her. Were it anyone else who had laid hands upon him, that hand would be cut off. Were anyone to try that with Fisdis, Atem would personally ensure that they would never entertain the thought again.
"B-But prince," she said, looking up at him with big eyes, "you forgot your reward," she said.
"Reward?" Prince Atem asked. "I have anything I could possibly want and more," he said, "and I'm gonna go meet my friends for some card games, what reward could I possibly want?" he asked.
Fisdis smiled slyly up at him. "Ohh, I think I can give you something that you hadn't even thought about, my prince, my friend..." she spoke, her voice becoming deeper, her tone lower, her face turning up as she pushed him to the sandstone wall of the hallway, still on her knees, sneaking her hands under his robes and moving them out of the way.
"H-Hey, what are you doing!?" Atem said.
"I'm giving you your reward, my prince," she moaned, as she pulled his commoner robes aside and undid the belt holding them together, the rope falling to the ground as the robes parted. Her tongue was out, slipping out of the corner of her mouth, the pink tip almost hypnotic as it moved back and forth slightly as Fisdis undid the loincloth that was the only fine clothing that Atem wore in his commoner disguise.
The loincloth dropped, and revealed the Prince's mighty member, one of the greatest treasures in all of Ancient Egypt or so someone would claim, jewels of worth beyond any other and a staff that was mightier and more impressive than the Millenium Rod.
"Fisdis that is incredibly embarrasing," Atem said.
"But it's true my Prince!" she said, "my bridal teacher told me all about averages and you way surpass them!" she said, as her right hand grabbed onto the prince's mighty testicles, heavy in their sack, her thumb running along his only slightly wrinkled sack, so stretched was it by the massive balls it contained.
Her left wrapped around the base of the thick and fat cock the Prince sported, and she began playing with it, it was already excited enough that he was starting to extend and grow, his girth growing slightly as well, expanding enough that her longest finger's tip could not meet her thumb's tip as she enclosed her hand around the Prince's Girth.
"O-Oh my, this is... this is more than any of the toys I've practiced with... I don't know if I'll be too good at this my Prince," she said, looking up at him as she began stroking his length with her hand, "but I hope I will make you feel good regardless."
"Fisdis what is this, what are you doing?"
"Something I should've done for you a long time ago," she said, opening her mouth and guiding the Prince's half-mast length into her mouth, which had to open up as wide as it could and then some. Immediately her throat began to make weird noises as if she was swallowing dry, her eyes immediately grew incredibly wide, and the prince's worries about her expression were wiped away as he experienced sexual pleasure that he never expected.
He grit his teeth and bunched his robe in his hands, groaning as Fisdis worked her mouth on his shaft, trying to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. Experienced or not, he couldn't tell, she seemed to know what she was doing but he had no idea if she was good at it or bad, the only thing he could think about was that he felt absolutely amazing, the pleasure was far greater than the victory over an opponent in a duel.
Something wholly new was coursing through him as he experienced sexual gratification for the first time.
Fisdis choked and pulled back out, coughing into the ground. "Ack, my Prince, you are so gifted, you taste good as well," she moaned, tears leaking from her eyes.
"You don't look like you mean it," Atem said, "Fisdis this, this feels good but if it's hurting you, you should stop."
"This isn't hurting me Prince," she said, "I just need a moment to adjust," she added, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand and wrist, "you're so... good to me... I've wanted to become your servant in all manners for so long... please, once you take your wife, do not forget about me, make me your mistress, I won't even ask to be a concubine, but just allow me to keep serving you my prince," she said, "my love."
"Fisdis, I," Atem trembled.
"Just relax, and let me take care of you, my beloved prince," she said, using both hands now to hold his cock, reaching its full erection, curved upwards, the greatest tool of the Egyptian Royalty was the Prince's great member, and she had come to worship the rod with which the might of the Gods was made manifest.
"That is SO embarrassing, why do you keep talking like that?!" Atem countered.
"Because my thoughts keep leaking out," she admitted, "sorry, my beloved prince, your tool is just that amazing!"
She opened her mouth once more and this time with a lot more aplomb and deliberation, took about half his length into it, while using her left hand to stroke the other half, and her right to play with his balls. Without a shadow of a doubt, she knew what she was doing, and was doing it pretty well.
Atem groaned and his hands clawed at the sandstone wall behind him, pressing his back against it and thrusting his hips forward slightly, forcing Fisdis to accomodate him.
Following that, she put her right hand on the base of his cock, pushing him back and pressing him against the wall once more, stroking his cock with her left even harder and synchronizing the movement of her hand with her head, as she began to bob it up and down, back and forth, diagonal movements following the curve of his cock, her tongue lashing his cock, lavishing it with saliva and attention as she pulled up, and then flattening to let him slip down the back of her mouth, into her throat, as she went down, down and down, until most of his cock was in her mouth, only the length of her slim, well manicured hand, from the base of his crotch.
She looked up at him with big, wide and teary eyes, full of love and desire, as she removed her hand and relaxed her throat, opening up and swallowing him, pushing forward, sliding her lips along the length of his shaft slowly, her neck visibly widening as her throat became filled with an excess of cock.
Trembling, the prince's childhood friend managed to push it all the way down until she was kissing a ring around the base of the Prince's cock, her throat spasming as she choked around his cock.
"Guh, Fisdis, it's too much, it's too intense!! I can't stand it, I think, I think I'm gonna- something's coming out, it, it's not- aack, here, here it comes!!"
Like an unexpected Widespread Destruction going off, the Prince lost control, his balls suddenly squeezed out their load and pushed it down his length and down the servant's throat, directly into her stomach, an unexpectedly immense load that flowed from him to her, far greater pleasure than anything he had ever experienced.
He caught himself greedily gulping in air, coming back to reality slowly, as waves of pleasure caused his entire body to tense up and then relax suddenly, as another shot came out and nearly sent him to the afterlife to meet his ancestors briefly once more.
Wave after wave of semen and pleasure caught him until he was done, and the pleasure was only extended further as Fisdis sucked, swallowed and used her throat to massage the last dregs of his ejaculate.
Among those who worshipped the Gods and knew of their habits, this act was perhaps the greatest act of submission one could think of, to swallow another's semen, to accept their seed into one's own body, was an act only the most devoted servants would perform, such was the power, symbolic or otherwise, that the seed of a man carried with it.
Atem's hand patted his servant's head almost lovingly, and she pulled back, letting his softening length out of her mouth, and looking up at him with a labored smile. "S-See, my prince? There is plenty of fun to be had in the palace," she said. "If you would permit me to liven up your nights..." she said, throatily, "then I would be most honored to do so."
The prince nodded, panting a little.
That night, the Prince indeed would stay home, and Fisdis would be true to her promise to keep him entertained.
The next night, however...
"My Prince, you promised!" Fisdis moaned.
Atem had a big smirk on his face, as he turned back to look at her. "What are you doing, Fisdis?" he asked. "Get in disguise already, we're going out," he said.
"You- me?" she asked. "Prince, I, I couldn't dare accompany you, you should take a proper guard if you must go out!"
"None but perhaps the High Mage could hope to match me in battle," the Prince said, "and I really wish for you to teach your ways to Teana."
It was at that moment that Fisdis realized that perhaps she had created a monster... but at the end of the day, as long as she got to accompany her beloved prince and be by his side, she truly could not bring herself to care.
She only hoped that nothing that could destroy her idyllic life would happen, nothing like a sudden revolt by the Mages. That couldn't happen. After all, High Mage Heishin kept a tight leash on the usually uppity mages, right?
