Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Egyptian Rain ❯ Egyptian Rain ( One-Shot )

Egyptian Rain
Author's Notes: I felt like I was leaving out my fav couple Yami/Arora out when it came to one shot lemons. So I decided to focus some on writing some one shots. Platinumhearts suggested this. So this is for her.
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Yami stared out over the balcony of his bedroom the thin gauzy curtains blowing gently in the damp winds; while rain drops danced across the stone balcony and gave off a soft melody has it hit the palace walls, roof, and of course the balcony. He watched Arora, his personal slave, tidy his room up; even though he no longer considered her his slave old habits died hard. Their slave and master relationship had long ago become a relationship between two friends but it was a month ago that they had become more then that.

He rolled onto back for a better view of the black haired beauty has she swept the floor her head bowed has she concentrated on sweeping the dirt up. Her black hair had been braided into several small braids while the rest hung freely down her back and her slender body was clothed in a short skirt of dark blue while a matching long piece of cloth was horizontal under her breasts wrapped around her back before forming an X over her chest and tied around the back of her neck. Her pale skin seemed even paler against her clothes and gold jewelry. Her sweeping motions moved in rhythm to the pitter-patter of the rain drops. He closed his eyes and frowned the sound was starting to set a steady dance rhythm that would be perfect for belly dancing; he opened his eyes the purple orbs concentrating on Arora and her perfect figure.

"Dance for me," he said softly.

"Pharaoh?" asked Arora, not looking up from the floor by the broom in her hand stopping in its movements.

"I want you to dance for me," repeated Yami, staring at her with a rather bored expression on his face.

"Very well, Pharaoh," said Arora. "I will go get ready."

"Leave the broom in a corner and dance how you are," said Yami, waving his hand. "Use the raindrops for the beat."

"Very well your highness," said Arora bowing.

Taking a deep breath Arora rose both hands above her head and crossed the wrists her hips moved slowly left to right. While her hips moved she bent her back backwards and straightening her arms to form a horizontal line she moved them much like the waves of the great Nile. She moved her body straightening up and twisted her hips while she spun slowly around one arm raised above her head and the other downwards her hand bent. Her hips movements picked up and she walked forward bowing one hand touching her forehead the other brushing against the ground. She spun around still crouched and then rose back up her back arching. She spun again her back facing Yami has she dropped to her knees raising her arms above her head and smiling seductively at him she rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs out before pushing up and into a crouching position. She leapt backwards and rose up moving her hips slowly while she stepped forward slowly her hands raised above her and the backs of her hands pressed against each other.

Yami watched Arora's hips move to the beat created by the rain a small smile tugged at his lips and he sat up the closer she got to him. When she was within touching range his hands raised and rested on her hips he pulled her swaying body against him resting his head on her flat stomach. He stopped all movements and pulled her down on the couch with him on his lap. He nibbled her neck gently and licked her ear smiling when her scent invaded his senses. He moved his face forward and began to lick his way to her mouth which he latched onto eagerly.

Arora groaned into the kiss granting his tongue access into her mouth and he slowly stroked his tongue against hers enticing her to move her own tongue against his. Yami lowered himself onto the couch and twisted his body so that her body was trapped between his body and the back of the couch. Yami's hand slide up her body to cup her breast and slowly began to massage it brushing his thumb against her nipple causing it to peak. When they pulled away for air Arora moaned slightly at the feeling of his hand cupping her breast; he smirked and moved his hand so that it pushed aside the material covering her breast and brushed his hand against her bare skin. Arora cried out against his mouth which soon turned into a groan.

Yami pulled back and pulled her up with him so he could untie her top and let her other breast fall out. He pulled the top away and let it to drop to the floor behind them before he situated her on her back on the couch with him on top and settled between her legs. He kissed her again relishing the feel of their naked chests pressed against each other; he ran his hands down her body and behind her thighs to her knees wrapping her legs around his waist. Her vaginal core protected from his hardened cock by her skirt and the kilt he was wearing. She rubbed against it and whimpered begging him to take her. But Yami wanted her to be more prepared for what he had planned for her tonight.

Taking her hands he secured them above her head with one hand while the other groped along on the ground searching for her top so he could tie her hands together. When he finally found it he sat up on her hips and started tying her hands together.

"Not to interrupt or anything," cooed Arora, staring up at him with adoration and lust. "But what exactly are you going to tie me too?"

Yami frowned down at her irritated at her for pointing something out to him that he had missed. He glanced around the room his one hand still holding onto her wrists while the other still held onto what was left of the blue cloth. She grinned wickedly and grabbed hold of his member squeezing it seductively; he let out a startled yelp which gave her enough time to push him down on his back so she could straddle his hips.

"My turn," she giggled, jerking her hands loose and prying her hands apart.

Arora tossed the cloth away from him before she started to kiss him slipping her tongue into his mouth while her hands slipped into his hair. Yami groaned into her mouth his hands grasping her hips lightly while rubbing himself against her wanting to make himself harder and her wetter. Arora pulled away slightly and let out a breathless moan before she went back to nipping at his neck. Yami groaned when he felt her move downwards towards his chest leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle nips. He sat up slightly when he saw that she had stopped at his gold belt and he tongue was snaking in and out of his belly button.

"Arora," groaned Yami, falling back onto the couch his hands latching onto her hair.

Arora chuckled to herself and started to remove his golden belt when she had gotten that open she pushed the material open and licked her lips when his member became fully visible to her hungry eyes. She licked it slowly chuckling to herself when she heard him groan and arch his back his fingers tugging at her hair in a plea for more. Arora decided to give her Pharaoh mercy and so she planted soft kisses down his shaft before taking him fully into her mouth.

Yami groaned at feeling of her mouth's warmth around him while she moved up and down on him her tongue licking at his shaft. She smiled to herself, it was pleasing to know she could please him in anyway possibly she however, pulled away before his climax and shoved him back down before he could get a protest out of his mouth so she could latch her mouth onto his and give him a reassuring kiss.

Yami narrowed his eyes at her and watched in amazement as she straddled his hips and inserted two of her fingers inside herself and started to massage herself her hips moving up and down to the thrusting of her fingers. His eyes widened and his mouth slowly dropped open while he watched her pleasure herself and when her climax came so did his. She giggled down at him and slowly licked away her fluids from her fingers watching him in interest has his eyes were trained on her fingers, practically begging for a taste.

"All right love," whispered Arora, offering him her fingers which he grabbed a hold of and started to finish cleaning her of her fluids. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked when he finished.

Yami nodded and before Arora could respond he rolled them off the couch and onto the floor cushioning her with his arms and legs, before gently lowering her to the ground.

"My turn," whispered Yami.

"Can't wait," cooed Arora, laying down on the ground.

Yami smiled and lunged downwards to her neck licking and biting at it hungrily. Arora giggled but soon began to moan in pleasure has Yami's hand started pulling down the skirt she was wearing just enough for him to slip his finger into her core. He thrust his finger in and out slowly massaging her inner walls before he stuck a new one in which he quickly followed by a third. He pulled his fingers out seconds before her orgasm and slowly, ever so slowly placed a trail of wet licks down her body. He paused above her belly button to lick the inside. His mouth moved lower to her womanhood while he tore the skirt from her body.

Arora yelped when Yami tore the skirt from her body, how was she going to explain the fact that she was bringing yet another torn skirt to the clothing mistress. All thoughts left her has his mouth moved lower to her secret and he smirked sniffing her scent delicately rose up and stared at her his eyes hungry with lust.

"Don't you have a meeting with your advisors?" asked Arora, has he slowly began to kiss his way back up her body.

"They can afford to wait for me," said Yami.

"I am always making you late," said Arora.

"Not in climaxing," said Yami smirking.

Arora flushed and her mouth dropped open has he shoved his tongue inside her mouth massaging it tenderly. He stared at the balcony out of the corner of his eyes and smirked to himself gathering her in his arms and carting her outside onto the balcony. Arora moaned when the cold rain water hit her heated flesh and even more so when Yami began to rain cold kisses down her stomach and snaked his tongue into her core lapping up her juices. When Arora felt herself coming to a climax she increased her thrusts intent on reaching it quicker but Yami had other plans he pulled away from her and before she could protest he slammed into her.

Arora moaned started thrusting to meet his hips marveling at how tame his hair was when it was wet. She was enjoying the feeling of him thrusting inside of her and couldn't help but meet his thrusts with her own. They rolled around beneath the rain their bodies moving perfectly with each other. Finally the orgasm they had strove to achieve slammed into them and she lay there under him screaming his name while above her he yelled in his animalistic pleasure.

When the last of the throbbing feelings past they lay there wrapped in each other's arms allowing the rain to wash away the smell of their sex and their orgasmic fluids. Yami gathered her into his arms and placed her on his bed covering her with the sheets before returning to the couch to get dressed.

"I will be back when the meeting is over precious until then don't move from that spot."

"As you wish my Pharaoh."

Arora watched her Pharaoh leave the room before lowering herself onto one of the multitude of pillows and falling asleep.


THE END.