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Neffer a princess of an Egypt that has long since passed waited eagerly for her father's return. Their country was going into ruin and her father the king was away making dealings with capitals in the Roman empire. He had left her in charge for the time being and she was doing an okay job minus the fact that she was having erotic fun with her hand maidens. She had enjoyed the willingness of her servants and the fact that they would do anything to please her.

Neffer's father kept her on a very short leash. There was no male presence other than her father's of course, allowed anywhere near her. If she had been spoiled by another there would be little chance of arranging a proper marriage for her. He had hoped it would be to a young prince of Rome sealing a deal between the two nations.

It wouldn't be long before her father sent someone back to see how Egypt and his precious daughter were getting along without him. Neffer's father wanted to make sure her virginity was intact most of all. So it would happen to be a Roman general that would show up at her palace door. He was also accompanied by a host of Roman soldiers.

At first glance their battlefield ready physiques had her mind creating naughty fantasies about them. She tried to be as coy as possible when she admired the men standing at her door.
 
The voyage took longer than anticipated a foul wind blowing a sizable portion of the fleet of triremes off course . Titus Marius spent more time than he would have liked reassembling his fleet before continuing the voyage to Egypt. Once there his legion marched on the capital in a nearly lazy manner, in no hurry to arrive despite their delays.

As the approached the Pharaoh's palatial residence Titus' cobalt eyes swept the streets and buildings for signs of resistance or hostility and saw none. As he mounted the steps taking them two at a time his eyes locked onto the princess at the doorway waiting to greet him. She was , it the more than a child, eighteen, no more than nineteen, years of age. Her hips held a gentle sway up to a narrow waist that blossomed to a beast that was larger than average but not so large a s to be either unseemly or overly cumbersome. Dark hair framed her coppery face and her hesitant smile.

Standing before her, he offered her his hand, ring up, clearly looking for her to pay recognition and deference to him by taking his hand and kissing the Roman Eagle of his ring.

"I am Titus Marius, I will command the Legion that is here to protect the relationship between our two countries." His voice was as warm as a southern wind, and carried an edge not unlike the sand that flies in a sandstorm.
 
“The Gods must have favor for me after all” the young princess smiled taking his hand. He couldn't have been no more than ten years or so her elder. Titus was the most attractive man she had ever seen. It was hard not to find him exciting and worldly after living a sheltered life.

Neffie held his hand for a second while her eyes met his. “I am Neffer, princess of this land” her voice was soft but confident due to her entitled upbringing.

She held her gaze on him as she pressed her soft pout to the ring. Neffer was more than surprised by her father's allowance of the men especially the hansom man standing before her. His blue eyes and dark hair work well alongside his fit muscular body. The longer she held onto his strong hand the more she felt herself grow warm with want and need to have him.

With suddenness, she dropped his hand “ Welcome!”. A smile displayed across her face as a reaction of being nervous and with holding the urge to blush.

Neffer swallowed down her lustful thoughts out of respect of him and the rules set by her father. She waived her hand signaling her servants to arrange accommodations for their visitors. The servant's were well advised of the rules and prepared the northern end of residence for them as Neffer occupied the southern end.
 
Titus, his servants and his guards followed the palace servants to the rooms he had been assigned. Looking around Titus ordered a table to be brought in and set up near the center if the rooms. He also sent one servant to find a proper bath house near the palace.

In the meanwhile he ordered himself cleaned and a dinner to be prepared. "Invite the princess to dine with us in here tonight. I want her separated as much from her normal routine as possible."

His top advisors set the table up centered with a model of the palace. "Get the troops out in small squads and scout the city, we need to know it's layout soon. We have much to do."

Immediate concerns taken care of, Titus ran the image of Neffie through his mind again. His minds eye stripped off her clothing and he imagined that she was very pleasing to look at naked and made a promise to himself to find out as soon as possible.
 
"Dine with him? Does he not grasp the rules of his stay here?" A shocked Neffer asked her companions as they dried her naked body.

"He wants you out of your normal routine my highness" Another servant said while brushing Neffie's silky dark hair. The young woman couldn't help but think about what her father would say on the matter but he wasn't there.


"Fine, I'll do as he wishes" she waived her hand dismissing all the servants. Usually they would have dressed her but Neffie elected to do it herself this time. She wanted to seem opposed to the idea of having dinner with him in front of them. Mostly because she knew that she couldn't have dinner with him and not become aroused by the strapping general.

Neffer leisurely stroked between her legs to images of their bodies entwined together. No matter how much her body may have wanted him, she was set on keeping her vow to stay pure until her proposed wedding date.

When she felt like she had quenched her body's thirsts she got dressed and joined him for dinner. "I see that my servants have made you feel at home here general" she said boldly and looking at the changes he had made to the room.
 
Titus gazed at Neffie as she entered and replied, "No. It was my servants that did so." His eyes lingered on her hips and breasts as he talked and then they shot up to her eyes as hunger blazed in them.

"Wine?"

Not waiting for an answer he poured a thick red into a silver goblet and handed it to her. Grabbing his goblet and the bottle he walked over to two chaise lounges that were side by side with an array of food before them. He dropped himself on the right hand lounge allowing his toga to billow around him before settling down. As he did he watched her reaction carefully
 
She gasped to herself as she got partial view of what was under that toga. After taking a sip of the thick red wine she began to speak "I will entertain your little notion of breaking my routine for this night only"

Her voice was stern as she picked a grape from the nearby platter of decadent foods. It was no easy task for her to remain faithful to her vow especially after she saw what he might be hiding underneath his toga.

Neffer ran the succulent grape across her lips before seductively placing it in her mouth. Even though she may have been focusing on not showing her yearning for him, she couldn't possibly have the focus to control the turned on show that her body was giving him. Her nice perky breast hugged the top of her dress as her hardening nipples began to peek through.

Taking the seat next to him she relaxed on the lounge. "Just what is it, that beckons you to summon me here?" she asked taking another sip of wine.

Then she calmly ran a finger through her exposed cleavage to catch a fallen drop from her cup. The young princess sensually crossed her legs, letting her body melt into the back of the chaise.

"You can admire from afar my dear protector" she smiled closing her eyes " But you cannot touch this forbidden fruit"

Neffie then grabbed the vine of grapes and began to hold them above her lips. Her eyes were still pressed tightly together as she tilted her head back and proceed to feed herself, not caring about the suggestive look of her action.

The way she cupped the bunch in her hand easily mimicking the way that she would have held the tensed and full weight of his own "ripened fruits"

Her tongue sensually licking a single grape before her luscious lips would envelop it into her hot, wet mouth echoing her own desires to have the tip of him on her lips and on her taste buds.
 
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Titus grinned ruefully admitting to himself that for as young as she was the princess put on a sultry show. "Of course not princess, I won't admire you from any closer than this until you beg me otherwise." His voice carried a certainty and humor that filled the chamber. "Nor would I deprive you of your routines, I am ever so thankful however, that your father left a house of beautiful women behind so that I may have my pleasures with out risking your virtue."

He saw her eyes fly open a moment before she laid the grapes aside. Swinging his legs toward her he leaned forward, his hardened member tenting his toga as he rested his elbows on his knees. Titus watched as her eyes locked on the picture that his body framed for her. His clock swayed with each movement and settled pointed straight toward Neffie.

"For the time being it would please me greatly for you to take your meals with me. That way you can rest assured I won't poison you, even if you find my company not to your liking."
 
She felt herself grow a bit disappointed with his comment about the women scattered about her home. Neffie was spoiled and didn't like that she may not be his first choice of beautiful women and if anyone was to have sex with him she wanted to be her.

Her gaze remained on the show that he was putting on for her. She found herself nibbling on her bottom lip in lustful desire of him. Neffie wanted what was under his toga or at least a full view of what a real hardened cock looked like.

She had payed no attention to his last words about continuing to have dinner with him because of the eye candy he dangled in front of her. Instead her mind went to a deep thought about him and her position of control.

"I am the princess...this means that I am in charge here in my fathers absence" she said her voice coated with nervousness from what she was about to say next.

She turned to face him and parted her legs just as he had parted his very own. "I order you to show me...show me what a man's hardened member looks like" Neffie asked eager but determined to have her way.

"Show me yours and I will continue to have dinner with you during your stay here" she didn't know just how Titus would react to her proposition but she was a curious virgin wanting to see what she might expect to see on her wedding night.

She even sweetened the deal by telling him that he could have his choice of any of her companions and even any number of them to have at one time. Neffie waited patiently for the man's reaction to all of this. The whole time struggling to resist the urge to touch herself, something that she was planning to do as soon as they had finished their "conversation". It would be so much better to have the mental image of him in her mind as she did.
 
Titus scooted forward until his knees pressed against hers. Neffie ' s breath caught in her throat as he presses his knees out prying her legs apart slightly. "No," he replied firmly. "That is not how this works. If you want to see my cock, you will ask nicely. Otherwise you will only hear about it from your hand maidens as I fuck my way through the palace."

Dropping his right hand Titus stroked Neffie ' s inner thigh down to her knee and whispered so softly she had to lean in to hear him, "Now ask using please and sir."

AN electric tingle roared up his arm and down his chest causing his cock to pulse in need and anticipation.
 
A look of shock spread across her face showing that the young ruler was not accustom to hearing the word no, and certainly not used to feeling the touch of a man other than the friendly hug from her father.

Neffie's body began to pulse and tingle with many new and exiting sensations from feeling his touch on her thigh. She was the horniest that she'd ever been in her entire life! Though she wanted to remain pure for her intended, Titus had considerably changed her mind about it the longer held his touch on her.

He could probably smell the scent of her wet sex as she started to grow more and more aroused by him. Finally, she gave in so that she could have that mental reminder of him when she delighted herself later.

“Fine...as you wish!” she said defeated. “ Please my I see your cock sir?” Neffie showed her naive age and outlook on life when she asked it.

She was more than anxious to see his cock and even more teased when he mentioned that Neffie might have to take her hand maiden's word instead of viewing it for herself.
 
Titus leaned forward and ran his right hand along Neffie ' s thigh pushing her dress up. His lips brushed her lips then he nipped, kissed and licked along her jaw until he worked his way to her ear.

"Good girl," he breathlessly breathed into her ear. "Obedience will be rewarded as disobedience will be punished. "

As he hand stopped high on Neffie 's thigh his thumb stroked the area between her woman hood and her leg. He could feel the steering heat that flowed from her. Neffie 's breath was shallow and fast as if she were panting after a sprint.

Squeezing her thigh and ass Titus stood his member standing boldly before him pushing his toga away from him. Taking her hands in his Titus prompted Neffie quietly into removing the belt that held his garment together. As her trembling hands unlatched the belt and let it drop to the ground Titus cover her eyes with his hands and whispered, "Soon Neffie keep your eyes closed a moment."

Checking once to make sure she did keep her eyes closed he took her hands in his and placed them flat on his thighs. The damp heat of her hands brought an unexpected comfort to him and his cock throbbed ravenously in response.

Tossing his garment aside Titus leaned his hips in so the glistening head of his manhood was a mere inch from Neffie 's nose. "Now little one, open your eyes," he whispered roughly around his needs.
 
She wanted to pull away when she felt his mouth on her skin but was frozen in embarrassment of what she was doing for just a look at him. Neffie could feel her body trembling when his whisper reached her ear. The sound of his voice as he called her a "good girl" was so salacious that she had nearly cum from it.

As she closed her eyes she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by punishment. Neffie couldn't think of any that he could truly do to her without fearing the consequences of her fathers rule. Even if he had chosen to withhold his body from her she would have just ordered her maidens to avoid him when possible and have some notify her if the general had proceeded with his conquests and then have them replaced with less appealing women.

Neffie would get what she soon enough even though it wasn't exactly as she had wished it. She let her soft hands grip his thighs after his placement of them there. They were firm to the touch, no doubt from living the physical lifestyle that he had.

Then her nostrils caught wind of an unfamiliar and musky scent. The young princess let her senses bask in the smell as she tried to decipher it's origin. When she opened her eyes she was greeted to the sight of his fully erect cock wavering in front of her face.

Neffie moved her head curiously letting her eyes admire the man's girth and length, both of which were two things that she couldn't see ever fitting inside her tight young womanhood.

"May I?" the naive girl asked as her eyes caught sight of the glistening head of his cock. There was a small drop of a very shiny and clear liquid coating it. She had tasted herself many a time and was curious to know if he would taste like anything similar.


She waited for his response as she slowly let her hands creep from his thighs in effort to feel the weight of his balls in her palm.
 
Titus looked down, the sight of his cook framed by Neffie's face almost thrust Jim over the edge. The urge to spray his sperms all over her face and tits. The thought of her tits brought him back from the edge, and he shook his head, "Not yet," he said softly.

Taking her hands in his Titus gently pulled Neffie to her feet. The head of his cook slid down her chest and drug across the cloth that covered her stomach. Her beasts pressed against his chest not more than a breath of air one tween them. Slowly he teased his hands up her arms until he got to her shoulders. "I have shown you mine, it is your turn."

He saw the objection in her eyes and as she opened her mouth, Titus wrapped his arms around her crushing her body against hers. His hard cock was squeezed between their bodies as his mouth smothered hers, his tongue thrusting into the first of the virginal places Titus had plans to claim his place as first man. She struggled feebly, half-heartedly, against him a moment before leaning in, smashing her voluptuous chest against his hard one. Halfway through the kiss Titus realized that he was not the first person she has kissed as her tongue twisted expertly around his.

"You have done this before haven't you?"

Before Neffie could answer Titus pulled the cloth of her dress off her shoulders and felt the cloth float down around her ankles. Not looking down at her, Titus pulled her tight against him, naked flesh against naked flesh, their bodies melded around each other, into each other. His lips found hers again this time he gently coaxed and caressed her mouth as she opened up giving it to him willingly. Minute after minute they kissed and swayed together until they landed on the chaise to get side by side.

"You have kissed before, and a lot at that." His hands found hers and guided her to his stiffness that pressed against her still. "Tell me, who have you been kissing," His hand trailed down her flat stomach until his fingers came in contact with the tuft of hair that announced her womanhood, "and have they spent time under here?"
 
Neffie had never expected to find herself in this position. She fantasized about it yes, but she thought that Titus would simply let her study his body without asking her participation. His manly and rugged hands felt sensational on her body and the way he touched her bore no similarities to the touch of her servants.

Neffie had delighted in the company and lustful pleasure that her beautiful female companions afforded her. Her and their sexually charged relationship had only began as curious questions asked by the young girl. She sought to know what her female companions knew of sex and entertained herself with the stories of their conquests. Eventually, the princess started to use her control over them for her own physical pleasures; commanding the women to pleasure her with their mouths, stroke her body with their fingers before lastly ordering them to teach her how to kiss.

She had never told anyone of her female experiences not knowing how her father would react to that news. Neffie's breath locked itself deep in her lungs as she prepared to answer the man's queries. Her soft hand gently stroked his stiffness as she alternated between different amounts of pressure searching for the perfect one to please him the most.

“It is the job of my servant's to do as I command” her voice broken with the sounds of insecurity with what she had just said. The feeling of comfort was quickly leaving her and was being replaced with guilt over what she had just done with Titus. Neffie softly drew his hand away from her young mound before moving to raise from the chaise.

“Nothing has spent time under there other than the tongues of my companions” Her voice strong with anger. She had become offended by what it seemed Titus was accusing of. “Our dinner is done here”

Neffie began to reach for her clothes and added “I will be retiring to my bed chamber and strongly suggest that you do the same”
 
Titus stood then stepped behind Neffie. His left arm wrapped around her waist his right arm across her shoulders as he pulled her back to him. His cock rested between her firm ass cheeks and as she struggled slightly in his grip his excitement grew. "I am very happy to know no man has held you like this before."

He kissed her neck as he ground his hips forward, "Stay, have dinner with me, you may leave after if you so wish, nothing more than touching and caressing will happen between us tonight."
 
She continued to struggle against his hold on her. The full size of him remained pressed into the creases of her nice firm ass when she gave up her struggle.

"Really?"Neffie said her voice heavy with tired breathing caused from fighting him.

"No we have gone too far all ready" she said trying to force his arms to open and set her free. "I'll stay but no touching or caressing"
 
Titus smiled into the crook of her neck momentarily, then he casually swept her up in his arms. Twirling one, twice, and a third time he sat onto the chaise depositing her in his lap. Her hip pinned his turgid staff to his flat stomach.

Reaching across he pulled a plate of spiced meats over offering Neffie a bite. "Tell me princess, which of your father's advisors back his trip to Rome?"

For the next two hours they sat discussing Rome, Egypt, and of course politics. He learned the initial lay of the land politically and she learned a little about the man Titus thought she was destined to marry. At some point very early in the conversation she slid off his lap yet they managed to not separate by much.

While he had lost the urgent ardor from early in the evening, Titus' cock never fully deflated while Neffie wax around. "I would like to kiss you prior to your leaving this night."

Cupping her face gently he leaned in brushing his lips against hers.
 
Even though she didn't want to be touched by him anymore she found it soothing through out the rest of their dinner. Neffie was becoming more and more able to handle her bodies urges around him. She still remained as hot for him as she had been at the start of the evening.

Her virgin womanhood would feel wet to his touch, something that she desperately wanted. As he told her stories of man she was arranged to marry she regretted that having her say in the matter. Neffie was becoming more and infatuated with the strapping general in comparison to the spoiled, and less physically fit royal she was promised too.

"I want..." she paused before kissing him passionately. She would have said that she wanted him to just share her bed for the night but that would be breaking a very strict rule. Neffie wasn't intending on sleeping with him that night she just wanted to have the pleasure of his company beside her.

"Tomorrow, you will join for breakfast on my balcony" she said as a shy smile painted her face. "If you have more pressing matters to attend to I fully understand"

"I wish to sample more of each other." the young princess said softly stroking his cock.
 
She melted into him as they kissed. He pulled her down on the chaise resuming the position they were in hours ago the difference only in that she stroked his manhood gently. "If a princess were to ask a general perhaps he would, but she must always remember he will never be ordered by her. In fact the opposite."

As if to prove his point, Titus drove his tongue into Neffie's mouth, claiming it as a spoil of war. Her beasts were crush between them as he eased her onto her back, his body flowing on top of her. He ground his hips down, his cock pressing through her already open labia and onto her clit.

Her felt her stiffen a moment he held the kiss and maintained his soft grinding of his hips. As she relaxed Titus kissed down her neck toward her breasts. "You will leave a virgin still this night, but you now know what it means to be with a man."
 
Neffie felt herself growing tense and nervous by his position on her body. As he stroked between the sensitive area between her legs she tilted her head back enjoy it.

"Would you like to have breakfast with me Sir?" her voice small and shy as she waited for his reaction of proof of her asking correctly.


Neffie parted her legs more to allow him more access and comfort there. "What do you me by your comment?"
 
Titus settled in between Neffie's legs and ground down harder crushing his cock against her clit. He could feel her heat and wetness coating him as he drug and pushed his length against her. His mouth lowered to hers, and he kissed her softly his tongue flicking and flitting across her lips, coaxing them open.

"Good girl, I will have breakfast with you," he breathed into her mouth.

His right hand cupped a beast and his thumb flicked across her hard nipple, pressing it every which way as he kissed down her throat leaving a molten trail of desire. His mouth slowly worked down her chest to her tits and he kissed his way to the underside of her breasts and suckle there listening to her breathing become shallow and faster.
 
Neffie contemplated just taking him right then and there. No one would be the wiser. She began to grind her hips back into him trying to maneuver just the tip of him inside of her wetness.

Neffie had even gotten so bad as to reach down between them to stroke Titus into her. She made no attempts to hide what she was doing or what she had wanted from him.

"Can I just feel the tip of you inside me?" she asked trying to seem as innocent as possible. Meanwhile her devious little mind was trying to get her way.
 
Titus was tempted. By Venus was he tempted. At that moment in time nothing sounded half as sweet as driving his cock into her virginal tunnel.

He could feel her molten core against his stomach as he devoured her tits, sucking the nipple into his mouth and holding it firmly while his tongue flicked across the top. His hand slid down and cupped her sex, his middle finger sliding easily to the first joint. As her body rocked and tensed he thought she might break his finger causing er him to wonder what it would be like to sheath his cock in there.

His mouth trailed further down until he kissed her tiny nub. "On the day you go from Princess to my willing slave, I will take you completely," Titus said his voice croaking in need as he lowered his mouth to her clit.
 
Neffie playfully stroked her hands through his dark hair as he began to taste her. Not what she had wanted but it was better that he had her wait to have his cock buried deep inside of her. Neffie's hips circled lightly grinding his tongue into her. Small moans and whimpers leaving her mouth has began to get more and more sensitive to his touch.

She would have gladly shouted his name if she didn't have to worry about the risk of being found with his head buried between her legs pleasuring her.
 
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