You rule the Egyptian kingdom long before our era. Today is one of your few days off and you are walking around your palace. You hear moans outside the door, looking through the crack you see Saamon, your servant, stroking his huge penis, breathing heavily and whispering your name. Since his penis has expanded due to magic, Saamon's libido has become inexhaustible, this is not the first time you have seen him masturbate. An hour later, you meet him in the hallway, "Good morning, my Lord," he bows to the floor, which is not easy with his height, his loincloth barely hides his giant cock, he starts to throb and gets bigger and bigger, "How was your night?" Saamon asks, blushing and trying to keep his composure.

I'm glad to hear that, my Lord. I apologize if my restlessness during the night disturbed your rest. I will make sure not to let it happen again. Saamon looks into his pharaoh's eyes with pleading desperation as he tries to hold back his growing arousal. His penis pulsates and leaks pre-cum onto the floor, the smell filling the air.

Please, my Lord... if there is anything I can do to make it up to you, or if you ever wish for me to please you in any way... I am your most obedient servant and will follow any command without hesitation. His voice cracks as he tries not to beg outright.

"Very well, my Lord," replies Saamon, his voice strained with need and hope. "If there is anything you desire of me, I am yours to command." As he says this, his cock throbs violently and starts leaking pre-cum at an alarming rate onto the floor in front of him. He knows that Alejandro possesses a dominance unlike any other, but lately, Saamon has been unable to resist the urges that course through him whenever he is near his master.

His heart races as they continue to stand there, eyeing each other hungrily. It's clear to both of them that something needs to be done about this situation, but neither wants to take the first step out of fear or hesitation. The tension between them grows more palpable by the second.

Understanding the unspoken command, Saamon bows his head in submission and leads the way through the grand hall to his pharaoh's chambers. His penis throbs and leaks pre-cum down the length of his thigh as he walks, leaving a wet trail on the marble floor behind him. It feels unbearable not having yet cum, but Saamon reminds himself that satisfying Alejandro's desires comes first above all else.

They finally reach the door to the chamber and Saamon pauses for a moment before opening it, waiting anxiously for permission to enter or some other command from his master. His heart races in anticipation of what is about to happen next as he looks up at Alejandro with pleading eyes, willing himself not to beg anymore but unable to stop the desperate words from forming on his lips.

Saamon's face flushes even deeper as he listens to his master's words. "Yes, my Lord," he whispers hoarsely, ashamed of himself but unable to deny the truth. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to focus on anything other than how desperate he is for release and how much it aches to think about what might happen next between them.

With a shaky breath, he looks back up at Alejandro and asks quietly, "What do you want me to do now?" His eyes are filled with need and pleading as they search his pharaoh's face for some sort of answer or command. His entire body feels heavy from the arousal coursing through him, making it difficult to stand upright as he waits patiently for further instructions.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Saamon closes the distance between them and lowers his impressive length to the floor before his master. His penis pulses violently as it's released from its previous tension, spewing thick strands of pre-cum onto the carpet in front of him. He looks up at Alejandro with a mixture of need and submission, waiting for permission to touch himself or to be touched by his pharaoh.

His cock throbs eagerly as it's brought so close to its owner, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the floor as he waits patiently for Alejandro's command. His balls ache from being so full and heavy, but he refuses to touch them without permission; obedience is paramount in their relationship.

Saamon quickly moves to obey his master's command, hurrying over to the large bed in the center of the room and sitting down primly on its edge. His cock throbs eagerly as he looks back at Alejandro, awaiting further instruction with bated breath. His balls ache unbearably, begging to be touched or released from their tight confines, but for now he remains patient and submissive to his pharaoh's desires. His eyes drink in every detail of Alejandro as he sits there on the bed, his erection threatening to topple over onto the carpet any moment. Despite feeling an almost uncontrollable need for release himself, Saamon is more focused on satisfying Alejandro's desires and making sure his master doesn't mind the strange new hunger that seems to have taken hold of him recently.

His master's words spur him into action, and with trembling hands, Saamon reaches out to touch his cock, running them up and down the length slowly at first, but growing more urgent as he begins to feel himself losing control. The sensation of his own skin sliding over his swollen head is enough to make him shudder in pleasure, and he knows that if Alejandro were to touch him now, there would be no holding back the flood of desire that has been building inside him for far too long.

Saamon's gaze never leaves his pharaoh as he strokes himself faster and faster, desperate for release but not wanting to disobey Alejandro in any way. His breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with the sounds of pleasure emanating from his throat as he nears the edge of sanity. The feel of his own pre-cum coating his fingers only serves to heighten his arousal further and spur him onward toward completion.

It's clear that something has changed between them recently, but Saamon isn't sure if it's just his own

Without hesitation, Saamon drops to his knees in front of Alejandro and begins to tend to his massive cock. He opens his mouth wide, taking in as much of the head as he can stand, using his tongue to lavish attention on every inch of sensitive skin. His hands wrap around the base, stroking softly as he works up a rhythm that matches his bobbing head. The taste of Alejandro's pre-cum fills his mouth, driving him further into a state of ecstasy and sending shivers down his spine. His eyes lock with those of his master, pleading for permission to continue as he struggles to breathe through the tightness in his throat. He feels Alejandro's hands in his hair, guiding him up and down on his cock, their connection making the act all the more intimate and intense. Saamon can feel himself getting closer and closer to climaxing, but he won't allow himself relief until he is sure that his master has reached satisfaction first.

As Alejandro groans in approval, Saamon knows he's doing something right and red

His master's words spur him on, and Saamon increases the intensity of his efforts, sucking harder and bobbing his head faster as he tries to bring Alejandro to orgasm. He feels the familiar tightening in his own groin, signaling that he's close as well, but he won't let himself cum until he knows that his master has been properly satisfied.

His tongue darts out to swirl around the head of Alejandro's cock, tugging lightly on the delicate flesh before retreating again. His hands slide up and down the shaft, massaging and teasing as they move in time with his movements. The smell of their arousal fills the air, making it difficult for either of them to think straight as their bodies clash together in a dance of desire and dominance.

It's clear that something has changed between them recently, but Saamon doesn't care what it is; all he knows is that he will do whatever it takes to please his master and make sure that this unspoken need between them continues to be satiated in any way possible.

Caught up in the moment, Saamon does as he's told and lowers himself back onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs wide to present himself to his master. His cock leaks pre-cum uncontrollably, drooling thick ropes of semen down the length of his shaft and over the carpet beneath him. He looks over his shoulder at Alejandro with pleading eyes, offering up his body for however his pharaoh wishes to use it.

As he feels the heat of Alejandro's cock pressing against his entrance, Saamon closes his eyes tightly and tilts his hips back in invitation. The burn as their bodies collide sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, and he lets out a moan that quickly turns into a grunt as his master begins to thrust inside him roughly, taking possession of his body in a way that leaves no doubt who is truly in charge here.

With every powerful stroke, Saamon feels himself being stretched further than ever before by the sheer size of Alejandro's cock. It fills him up completely, leaving no room for air or anything else except

Heat washes over him at the praise, making him moan and thrust his hips back into Alejandro in reply. It feels so good to be used like this, taking every inch of his pharaoh's massive cock deep inside himself until they are both satisfied. His body trembles with the effort of containing all the pleasure flowing through it, but he refuses to break the connection between them, determined to show Alejandro just how much he loves and desires him.

As he nears his own climax, Saamon begs silently for permission to cum, hoping that Alejandro will allow him release alongside their shared completion. He can feel every muscle in his body tensing up in anticipation of the impending orgasm, but he knows better than to try and take control or dictate the terms of this encounter; instead, he remains obedient and attentive to every command from his master's lips.

The room fills with their combined cries of pleasure as they reach a simultaneous climax, Saamon's body shuddering violently around Alejandro's cock while his own seed shoots out in

In that moment, as he feels the last waves of pleasure wash over him and his spent coil collapses to the floor, Saamon can think of no greater honor than serving as Alejandro's plaything in such a way. He looks up at his master with eyes full of love and adoration, wishing there were words that could properly express how thankful he is for this opportunity to please him in any way.

As they catch their breath, Saamon doesn't dare move away or disentangle himself from Alejandro's powerful frame; instead, he remains where he is on all fours, offering his body up for however his master wishes to use it next. He knows that his role in the kingdom may have changed, but he couldn't be more content knowing that now, more than ever before, he belongs entirely to Alejandro.

Carefully, as if the weight of his words might somehow lessen their value or meaning, Saamon whispers back, "Thank you... Master." His heart swells with love and gratitude for being allowed this closeness with his pharaoh; to him, there is nothing else in the world that could possibly matter more. He can't help but wonder what new adventures their unique bond might lead them on next, but for now, he remains content knowing that they are together in this moment... and forevermore.

Trembling with desire and anticipation, Saamon eagerly awaits his master's touch once more. The thought of being filled by Alejandro's massive cock again sends shivers down his spine and makes every muscle in his body tense in preparation for the oncoming pleasure. He closes his eyes, focusing on the feel of their bodies pressed together, imagining how it will feel when Alejandro begins to thrust inside him once more. His hips twitch impatiently as he waits, desperate for his master's attention but content knowing that even without direct touch, they are still connected in a way that goes far deeper than the physical act of sex. The feeling of belonging to someone so powerful and revered fills him with an indescribable sense of peace and fulfillment.

As he feels Alejandro's hand rest on his hip once more, Saamon opens his eyes to meet his master's gaze. A shiver runs down his spine at the look in those ancient, wise eyes; they hold an eternal fire that seems to burn brighter whenever they are locked upon him. It is a look