I consider myself a lucky man, as lucky as one can be who doesn’t own their freedom. There are numerous tasks for a slave, and my job isn’t among the best - I build. But I am young and it makes me strong. I reside in one of the more respected areas of the kingdom, and as such, I have my own sleeping quarters. I, and the other men who live in this corridor, are treated well with food and amenities. They are young like me, tall and muscular, and on occasion, the female nobility will visit us privately.
Politically, it is frowned upon, and punishable for both parties. But if there are no witnesses, there is nothing to contest, so they come. Seeking our comfort in the dark, always wearing masks to conceal their identity. Even if you don’t want to take the risk, as a slave, if a woman comes to your bed and you deny her, she may surely punish you in other ways.
When the sun goes down, I wander past the unfinished monuments, back to the corridor to rest. Pulling aside the tapestry, I enter my room, and I am not alone. In the light of a burning candle, a woman sits perched on my bed - a stone slab covered with reed and fabric. She is beautiful, though the top half of her face is hidden behind a gold mask. It is elegant with detail, strands of it in her black hair, a lace gold torque necklace at her throat. Other than her jewelry, she is naked; beautiful breasts and round hips, every inch of her skin a golden bronze.
I pause the moment I see her. I have never been visited before.
“Hello,” she speaks, and it is soft as silk.
“Hello,” is all I can muster in my shock.
“… Do you wish I hadn’t come?” she says with uncertainty, and I immediately shake my head.
“Forgive me. I’ve never had a visitor before.” I bow at her.
“Never?” she asks in slight surprise.
“No. And I suppose if I ask who you are, you wouldn’t answer,” I say. She smiles a little, slowly shaking her head. “Why me?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me. She rises, elegant like a cat, a gold chain dripping from her small waist. She is groomed to perfection, walking toward me.
“I have seen you,” she says, craning her neck to look up at me. Behind the mask, her eyes are a cloudless sky blue. If she has seen me, I must know who she is, but I cannot figure it out. Being a builder on many projects, I have met many wealthy citizens, perhaps too many to remember her. Though they wear masks when they visit us, every now and then, a slave may still recognize them - the rumors only among the help.
“And what is it you want?” I whisper, lips inches from hers.
“… To forget who I am,” she replies just as quietly, gazing at me intently. I reach up and hold her neck, my masculinity encompassing her.
“Then tonight, you are mine,” I say, and in the next moment, my mouth is on hers.
Her lips are soft and full and delicious. I have never laid with a woman before, but feeling her against me, I know exactly what to do. Like instinct, her naked and wanting makes me desperate to please her.
My mouth goes to her neck, her hands roaming my shoulders, breathing heavily. If we are too loud, we’ll draw attention - the last thing we both want. My hands slide down her back, one reaching down to grab her firm, round ass, the other moving to her front to graze between her thighs.
She gasps as I rub her, testing out the pressure, and when she shivers, I repeat my last action, earning a quiet moan. I don’t know if this is part of biology, but feeling her in the palm of my hand, my need for her transforms into an uncontrollable desire. I pick her up, place her on the bed, and drop to my knees. My head goes between her thighs, and she gasps again, fisting the sheets. My tongue is slow and precise, trying to feel every inch of her as it licks long and hard up her pussy. She tastes so sweet it’s intoxicating, my mouth ravishing her, aching to taste more of her wetness. And wet she becomes.
My mistress is entranced with my movements, holding my head against her, arching her back. When I rub a finger around her opening, pushing inside, she moans again. Still licking her sensitive flesh, I curl the finger that’s in her, and she nearly screams. I look up at her, silently begging her to be quiet, and she bites her lip. When I do it again, she orgasms. I may not have done this before, but I’ve heard plenty of stories. I can tell the moment she cums, her muscles contracting around my fingers, the way she’s moaning into her hands.
When she’s shivering and exhausted, I remove my hand, but keep my mouth on her. I eat her for a long while, and after she cums again, she pulls me up and makes me sit, trading places. She gets on her knees, undresses me, and when my already hard dick is exposed, she inhales sharply. Her gold mask doesn’t hide her arousal when she looks up at me.
I sit with my cock in her hand, breathing hard, and when she puts it in her mouth, I nearly groan, humming and trying to contain it. Her mouth is hot and wet and perfect, her tongue tasting my thick, engorged head. I could cum right now, but she’s only getting started, so I do everything in my power to hold it back.
She strokes me and sucks me, and I wonder how I ever lived before this moment. It is amazing and I tell her so. She hums around me, pushing me into her throat, and I immediately put my hands in her gold adorned hair. She is so enthusiastic, I cannot help but encourage her. I push her head on my lap, over and over, and the harder I push, the more she loves it.
When I can’t control myself any longer, I hold her head, stand up, and start fucking her mouth. She’s on her knees, hands holding my hips, helping me use her mouth like a cunt. Not once do I feel her teeth, all warm and soft and pink in her throat.
“I need to cum,” I tell her, fisting her hair, and she hums, looking up at me, not stopping in the slightest. The moment I know she wants it, I can’t hold back any longer. I cum the hardest I ever have in my life, throbbing heavily in her mouth as she swallows it.
“Fuck,” I curse as she keeps suckling me.
Any reservations I had about this affair before are nonexistent now. I would risk anything to always be with this woman. I am nowhere close to done with her.
I lay her down once more and lick her shimmering skin, tasting her nipples and pussy, biting her neck and breasts and hips. Her hands roam my muscles, her own mouth tasting the skin of my neck, chest and cock. We spend an infinite amount of time on one another. At one point she’s on her hands and knees and I’m under her, my mouth on her pussy, her mouth on my dick, and when I start licking her ass, she moans around my meat.