Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Under The Sun; Book 1: A Slaves Tale ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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A Slaves Tale

Part Five

His mouth pressed to mine, his lips so soft, so hungry as he moved me down to lay flat on his bed, his legs straddling my hips as I trembled beneath him, not from fear, for I could not fear my master, my Pharaoh, my Atemu. No, I desired him more than anything and as his thin, small fingers danced over my chest to my bare and hard nipples I moaned arching up into his gentle touch, so different from the way he plundered my mouth.

It was almost too much and yet I didn't want it too stop, I wanted it to go on forever, until Ra died in a shower of fire and the land burned and we burned with it. It would be a most glorious end and then he did something with his hips that stoped my heart and glazed over my eyes.

Pleasure shooting through my enter body as he rubbed his swollen member pulling a whimper from my throat, my head, my mouth pulling away from his as I arched my back, gasping for air. Even as I heaved it into my burning lungs I could get enough, my hips helplessly moving and grinding, wanting more and cursing the kilts that kept us from rubbing our flesh together.

As if hearing my thoughts he pulled them away, his lips now attacking my neck and shoulder, down over my collar bones, his sharp teeth skimming my skin and latching onto the collar I had all but forgotten about, tugging gently.

Our flesh gleaned with sweat as he bucked against me and me into him, my hands tangled into the sheet when he did something highly unexpected and just what I needed.

He bit me.

His teeth digging into my skin until it broke, blood welling up and I came, my voice raising to the heavens as he lapped at the wound, my fluids coating our stomachs and his loins, which was still so hard.

It took me a while before I came back from that euphoric place, a place I had never been to before though I had watched many find it with my body. And when I did I was most ashamed of my self.

I was a pet and yet I had cum before my master, before he told me I could.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and I glanced at him, once again avoiding eye contact, “You are truly beautiful…and mine” he rumbled, purring that last word as he stared down at me. I looked down at him, in all his glory, still rip, full and heavy, the very tip full with blood, so full it was nearly purple.

“Hmm, oh,” he said his voice still so deep, his gaze following mine, a wicked smile crossing his face as he met my large eyes. “Seto, would you like to help me with it?” he murmured and I swallowed before I needed, I did, I would not deny it even though blood filled my cheeks.

I watched rather surprised as he rolled off of me, lying down on his back, gently settling into the folds of the sheets and mattress, “Do as you will Seto, my pet, do only what you are comfortable with, love,” he murmured stroking my cheek. I was so stunned that I blinked rapidly and he continued to gently stroke my face, his fingers light as they danced over my swollen lips.

I liked the way he kept referring to me as his though, putting emphases on my and mine, those small, possessive words going straight to my heart.

Swallowing roughly I gave him a brief nod before moving down his body, every now and then pressing light kisses or gentle teasing licks across his abdomen until I reach his cock.

I traced it with my eyes, taking in the surprising size; my Pharaoh was a small man, very small, with tiny hands, childlike until you looked at his face. His face mature, his crimson eyes holding much knowledge and power, determination and will. Now I knew another part that was more man than boy. Wide and long it was a penis to envy, impressive and strangely beautiful.

“Wha?” he stared his voice braking off when my tongue darted out and caught a small amount of the pre-cum that had allowed us to slide and dance the way we had before. It was salty and tasted of him, his cum mingled with something else, something just as salty but fresher, younger.

It was me, my taste.

After rolling the taste around my mouth for a moment as he gasped at the unexpected touch I engulfed him in my mouth, swallowing as much of him down as I could, moaning at the taste as he writhed and bucked.

His bucking pushed more of him down my throat and I chocked, bile rising, which I quickly swallowed and the convulsion of my throat seemed to do him in, even as my tongue stroked the rip, pulsing vein on the underside.

He came with a strangled cry, his eyes rolling back as I watched, drinking him down, his back arching gracefully as the waning light shone on his dark, golden skinned chest. “Oh gods Seto!” he called as he flopped boneless onto the bed.

Once sure he had nothing left I release him from my mouth suddenly very tired and curled up my face pressed into his hip, an arm over his leg, my hand dipping between the slightly spread appendages.

The last thing I remembered was his light, amused laugh and his hand dancing through my hair as sleep claimed me.

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I woke once again to the sound of voices, something that was becoming a rather common occurrence of late, this time that of Atemus and Teana's, the woman not sounding happy at all. Blinking into the bright light of Ra I slid my gaze over to the arguing couple, well okay that would be an over statement. Teana was yelling at him and Atemu was softly answering her shrill questions.

“Teana, I have told you to keep your voice down,” Atemu said, his voice sharp, his crimson eyes narrowed on the blue eyed woman, who I reluctantly thought looked a lot like Seto and I, all of us tall, lean, brown hair and blue eyed. Though her eyes were a muddy blue, less clear and bright as Seths, and mine though even mine paled in comparison to Seths.

“I will not! You would leave me, after our coupling, which I know your heart was not it only to come here and be with him! I am your wife Atemu!” she snapped at him and I curled up at the end of the bed where I once again found myself.

Often at night I would shift until I was curled at the end of his bed,

“I know what you are Teana!” he said his eyes flashing dangerously. “And right now you are annoying me,” he murmured as my breath stilled in my throat.

“Atemu!” she said shocked and he blinked shaking his head tiredly, “Leave, I must prepare for this Ra,” he told her and after she cast a glare at me, bowed and left he turned with a sigh.

“Good Ra to you, my pet,” he murmured strolling over as if he had not just fought with his bride over me, his hand gliding through my hair, closing my eyes I tilted my head into his touch which caused him to chuckle.

“My Pharaoh,” I whispered back as he pulled away a pout curving up my lip, I loved it when he petted me.

“Hush pet, we must dress and prepare for this Ra, it looks to be a long one,” he murmured watching as I slid nude from the bed.

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Watching Mana in the garden I smiled as she a spell only to have it back fire, Mahado chuckling as she coughed the smoke from her lungs, her face and upper body painted back.

“Would you too stop laughing at me! Its really hard!” she whined and I rolled my eyes murmuring, “it does not look that hard Mana,” and it was true, to me it didn't, all she had to do was project and stabilise the power she called to her hand.

Then turn it into flame, and put it out without burning herself.

Instead, for the last two hours she had been causing small explosions because Mahado would not teach her another spell till she could do this one without mishap three times in a row.

“Like you could do better!” she said poking out her tongue as Seth and Jono wondered over.

“Seto, why don't you give it a try,” Mahado suggested softly and I blinked, true it looked easy but Mana was a fifth year apprentice of the arts, it was a fifth level spell.

Without standing from my spot on the fountain pond edge I looked down at my hand, concentrating on it and my magic, magic I had been learning to control. The power shimmered to being in my palm, a pail, cool blue, while Mana's was a bright fiery yellow orange. Glancing at the four watching me and shifted in discomfort and looked back as I turned the power, the energy into a flame, a blue flame that danced and swayed around my hand as I stared at it.

A gasp brought my eyes up as Mana rushed up and as she went to touch it, as if to see if it were real, Seth and Mahado telling her to not touch it I put it out, my eyes wide. “Are you crazy Mana?” Mahado asked as he stopped at her side “You know that flame eats who ever touches it but its master!” he scolded and I blinked.

Oh, so that's why it was a fifth level spell…hmm.

“How did you do it so easily?!” she demanded and I stared into her large brown eyes, shrugging as I whispered “Tis not that hard Mana, you just,” I said putting my hand out over the water, away from her as I continued. “Concentrate,” as the energy appeared once more in my palm, “Stay calm,” as it flickered “Visualise it as flame, an eternally burning fire,” I whispered as it turned once more to that blue, mystic flame.

“And blow it out,” I finished as I closed my hand the flame now gone but for the small puff of smoke that floated up.

“Wow,” she whispered, and I looked back and blushed as they all stared at me, each with different levels of awe and surprise on their faces.

“Not so hard,” I murmured and Mahado titled his head, “Do it a third time,” he murmured and Seth gave him a sharp look.

I didn't even bother to look at my hand this time, just staring at his check, I refused to meet others gazes when we were out of the Pharaoh, the Princes or my brothers privet rooms.

I could feel the power build and still, though it still did its small dance, much like water in a glass as you swished it around. I felt as it turned to fire, this time encompassing my hand, covering it and my wrist before I put it out, this time with a thought.

“Well done Seto,” Mahado murmured as a chill went up my spin and I glanced over my shoulder, toward the temple of the gods.

My father stood, glaring at me his posture proud, his eyes, the mortal one full of rage, hate and loathing as the golden millennium eye glittering in the sun. Shivering I looked away, even as a part of me, a small, part that had remained of the child I had once been cried. It cried and screamed and wanted to know why he hated me, why he seem to loath the thought of me.

It wanted to know if he knew I was his, not an illegitimate child or the product of a new marriage mother had formed. It wanted him to not hate me and welcome me with open arms.

Another part watched with apathy, telling me he knew I was dirty; a slave that had been used and thrown away, a toy to be sold and bartered and passed down the line.

“Show me again!” Mana demanded bringing my attention back to her, meting her gaze I saw my reflection as she gasped and her eyes widened, shocked at the lifeless look in my once playful though shy eyes.

“Yes Lady Mana,” I whispered once again holding out my hand, once again calling that power and turning it into a flame that played and dance across my skin, and then as it crept toward my elbow I put it out.

You don't play with fire.

Eventually it burns you.

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“I heard what you did in the court yard pet,” Atemu said as he looked down at me, once again we were in his chambers, safe from the prying eyes of those who judge and condemn.

I nodded as he brushed my hair from my eyes, he didn't like it when he couldn't see them, “I'm proud of you, my pet, my powerful pet,” he whispered dipping his head down to catch my lips with his own. Making a small, contented sound I tentatively opened my mouth, inviting him to make it deeper and as he did a solid knock rattled the door causing him to growl in irritation.

Brushing my lips one more time he gave me a wistful look before walking over to the door, opening it for the messenger, a young boy around 12 with large eyes and greasy black hair.

They murmured quietly as I looked away until Atemu called, “Stay here pet, I'll return soon,” and I nodded though I let my eyes tell his I was discontent with his departure.

He did not return soon, day turned to night as the last rays of light from Ra dimmed and the world was cast into darkness the door to his chamber was pushed open. Looking up from my spot on the bed, curled up much like the palace cats I was rather surprised to see Father in the doorway.

“I figured I'd find you here boy,” he said, his voice a deep rumbling out of his chest as the fire light was caught by the golden eye.

The word boy full of condemnation.

 

“What would you have of me Priest Akhenaden?” I whispered my face going blank and he smirked walking over as the door swung closed an a sense of foreboding settled on me, fear flooding my veins.

“Your name,” he demanded and I told him in a quiet murmur watching him move across the floor.

“You look much like Seth… my son, I know you be his brother,” he said his voice cutting as he told me Seth was his son, as if I were not.

“Tell me, did your mother remarry?” he asked and I shook my head, slowly not liking his line of questioning, I had the oddest feeling he was talking to me just to get close.

“Speak boy,” he snapped and I trembled curling in on myself, “No, mother never married another,”

“Then how did ye come to be boy?”

“M-mother said that she was already with child before you l-left,” I whispered and he glared at me, I could feel it as he stood at the beds edge, “Look me in the eye boy and say that again.”

I looked up and as my mouth opened his item flashed and as my world went black I whimpered, “Atemu…help,”

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A/N: Again, sorry for the shortness, next one should be longer and a small warning that over the next year stories will probably come few and far between as I am doing year 12 and my studies have to come first.

I will not forget them and I will update they will just come out as quickly.