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- 1-Tutenstein In Love
- 1
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Cleo muttered that aloud as she tried once more to look relaxed in her bed. If Luxor had been allowed to stay in her bedroom this night, he might have commented that this was the eleventh time she had said that.
Her mother had retired earlier that night, and so hadn’t noticed the preparations Cleo had made for her guest: locking her bedroom door, having the one lamp in the far side of the room on, giving her room a more or less intimate atmosphere, and, surprised by her own audacity, had herself dressed in just her nightshirt and nothing else.
She fidgeted on the bed againe coe cool breeze on her young genitals made by moving her legs gave her a reminiscent tingle, making her think about tonight. How would it feel? For her? For him? She experimented on herself before, her stomach twirling a little more in pleasurable memory of it, so she knew that, if anything, it could be fun.
Perhaps she unconsciously needed to relax or felt the need to reminisce of her last time pleasuring herself, but Cleo dimly became aware of her thin fingers stroking deftly within her lower lips, awakening their moisture.
With a purr that would have done Luxor justice, Cleo began to relax more, her hips gently circling and thrusting. Her head was just bending back while she was luxuriating to a particularly satisfying tingle, when her eyes caught sight of something sitting among the boughs of the tree that grew outside her window.
Self-consciously, Cleo stopped and straightened up, recognizing Tutenstein watching her from his vantage point, his youthful yet gangrenous face sporting a sly leer.
“Tut! How long have you been out there?” she gasped, forgetting for the moment that she had indeed invited him over.
“Long enough for me to know that I am not the only one whose hands have been known to...wander,” Tutenstein said, his smile br.
Despite her dark skin, Cleo blushed in an instant. “Yeah, well,” she flustered. “I was...I was just, uh, getting ready for you.”
The boy king looked genuinely moved as he carefully untangled his loose wrappings from the nearby branches, opened the unlocked window and climbed across the strong tree limbs into her bedroom.
“You were? I am honored.”
Tutenstein’s sometime naiveté tickled Cleo and brought out a slight smile. For all of his bluff and bluster, the mummy could, at times, be so innocent and helpless, making hearteart go out for him in ways that, in her quiet moments, even surprised her.
“Come over here, Mummy Boy,” Cleo said affectionately, patting a space next to her on the bed.
His own smile softening, Tutenstein complied. Although he always enjoyed being beside Cleo, he could just sense her nervousness rising along with his.
“So,” he said in demure voice. “What should we do first?”
Inwardly, Cleo pouted at having to be the one to initiate anything. From what she knew of ancient history, kings weren’t supposed to be too shy when it came to conquests, both on the field and in the bedroom.
“Uh, let’s, um, kiss,” she offered with nervous cheer.
Tutenstein could see the turmoil in her eyes and decided to start the kiss, at least. He placed one of his verdant hands gently on one of hers, leaned forward and tilted his face up slightly to hers. Holding his breath, he touched her lips to give a trembling kiss.
Having contact that intimate and sincere took Cleo aback for a moment as she watched the unearthly glow of his eyes grow dim upon their closing. Her eyes then closed, as well. Then the memories flew in her mind of her affection for him and she softened inside and knew she was safe with him, his vulnerability, worn on him like a mantle. His love and protectiveness of her shone in her heart as if it were the finest raiment he could wear.
Tutenstein cold feel the earnest pressure of Cleo kissing back and a thought flashed through his mind like lightening. He could feel...
The what-ifs that sometimes plagued his sleep in the darkness of his sarcophagus were, at times, worst than the thought of being defeated and tortured by Set. Not being able to feel the warm touch of another human being for so long. So much that was denied him because of simple, dark fate.
And then Cleo...Cleo. My deliverer, he thought. What happened in the interim of the centuries did he do to deserve her? Whatever it was, he knew, as he told her his feelings with another nudge of his kiss, that she had given him a hundredfold that could not possibly be repaid, but he would try his level best to.
“What did you say, Tutenstein?” Cleo asked in a gasp as they stopped their foray into deep kissing and took breaths.
“Hmm?”
“You said something just now while we were...kissing. Marry? Mary? Merry?”
“Oh...uh...”he muttered under his approximate breath.
“What?” she pressed, watching his face slip into a deeper shade of green and being struck curious by the notion of the undead blushing.
Tutenstein looked up, a touch sheepish, and said, “Mery.”
That side-tracked her for a moment. “What’s that?”
Tutenstein straightened up and took an almost pedantic air, as if he were happy to explain to her something from his culture that she was not aware of.
“Mery is an ancient Egyptwordword that means, beloved.”
Cleo’s eyes brightened. You called me... your beloved?”
“Yes,” he admitted, his head dipping a bit, slightly uncomfortable in showing so much of his heart at once, and for once, cursing that haughty, superior attitude he was brought up to convey, that would give him access to all manner of physical wealth due his erstwhile station, but close his heart to the simpler and truer pleasures of humanity.
Something Cleo could just see on the surface. “Hey, Tut. I know you probably haven’t heard anybody say this to you but you ‘da bomb, you know?”
Tutenstein looked taken aback by the colloquialism, then confused.
She smiled in his awkwardness. “It kinda means that you’re my beloved.”
Understanding dawning in his features, Tutenstein smiled once more and this time, didn’t hesitate to kiss her slow and full on her lips which brought about Cleo resting her slender arms around his neck and holding him close. She didn’t want to let him go tonight.
"Tut." She spoke his name so sy thy that it was barely a whisper.
His eyes met hers and she took a deep breath to steel herself. The idea of making love to him terrified her, but he had chosen to love her against all odds and still loved her despite what the future may have held. She wanted to thank him in the most intimate way possible.
“I-I don’t want yo hav have any regrets about...our time together.”
His eyes widened as he realized what she was saying.
"I want... I want...to... I..." The words caught in her throat as her body began to shake. She closed her eyes and took a series of breaths. When she finally felt calm enough, she opened them and locked gazes with him.
“I want to make love to you.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes searched her face.
Slowly, she nodded. “Y-yes. I’m sure.”
"You don't sound it," he told her.
"I'm afraid," she admitted.
"I know," he said, moving his hand gently along her back. "I know."
"But," she continued, "I want to do this. Because... Because..."
"Shh, my love," he soothed her. "I know."
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss started off gentle again, but then began to increase in both intensity and pressure. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced and that frightened her. Was she doing it right? Was it supposed to feel like this?
No, she ordered herself. Don't think. Thinking about it would only worsen her fear, she knew. Just... Just...
She suddenly found that her mind wouldn't focus anymore as Tut started to move his claw-like hands along her back in such a way that she began to feel strange new sensations in her body. She did not know what was happening to her and could only hope that this was normal. Because if it wasn't and she disappointed...
The thought was cut off as he ended the kiss and separated his face from hers.
“Are you all right?” he asked in a low voice.
She only nodded, not trusting herself enough to speak.
He reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me and I will."
Again she nodded.
"I love you," he said, cupping her cheek.
“I love you,” she echoed as he moved in to kiss her again.
He met her lips with his own and did not bother going slow this time. He quickly deepened the kiss to the point at which they had left off. His arms tightened around her and she found herself pressed against him.
There was something hard digging into her stomach through Tutenstein’s kilt and a wave of unease passed over her. She knew exactly what it was and what it meant, which made her feel all the morrvourvous.
He was ready for her, and with the power of his Scepter of Was, stored safely in his body cavity, he could take her then and there if he wanted to. But she knew he wouldn't, because he truly wasn't that kind of person. He would wait until she was ready, something for which she was eternally grateful.
At the moment, however, she was far from ready and felt like she would never be. She feared that part of lovemaking more than any other. Although she knew Tutenstein would never purposely hurt her, he was still a boy, a male, and there was a chance his entry into her body would be painful.
She broke the kiss and pulled away from him slightly
"What is it?" Tutenstein asked softly. "Did I hurt you?"
She looked at him and shook her head. "No. I was...thinking."
"Oh, Cleo," he breathed, returning her to his arms. He held her for a few moments. "Maybe we should stop."
"No."
She maneuvered herself so she could gaze into his face.
"No," she repeated firmly. "I told you, I want to do this, okay?"
He nodded and released her. He reached out with his hand and took hers. "I am new at this, as well, Cleo, but let me show you that you don't have to be afraid anymore."
He sat forward on the edge of the bed and tugged on her arm for her to do the same. She complied and was immediately rewarded with a kiss.
As he kissed her, he b to to press her backwards onto the bed. She did not resist him as he laid her down. He then moved so that he was on top of her, his body pressed against hers once more, the hardness digging into her stomach again.
She closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in what he was doing to her. She refused to let her fear get the better of her again. She was going to get though this. She wanted to get through this.
Tutenstein's mouth began to stray from hers. He kissed her gently on her cheek, chin, and neck. The feel of his lips in these new places brought back the strange sensations she had felt before and she could only assume they were normal. In fact, they felt...good.
"Tutenstein..." she murmured.
He planted a kiss right above the neck of of her nightshirt. "I love you," he told her. He then pushed himself into an upright position and sat back on his bent legs.
Cleo's eyes opened. "W-what are you doing?"
"Loving you," was his reply as he took his hands and placed them on the sides of her breasts. "Relax." He started to gently massage her.
She was overcome with a wave of pleasure unlike anything she had ever known. She re-closed her eyes and concentrated on what he was making her feel.
His hands traveled all over her budding breasts, squeezing and massaging as he went, causing her to breathe erratically. The sensations she was experiencing... As he touched her nipples through the material, something went shooting through her that caused her to arch her back and release a moan.
He continued to move his hands along her body. He passed over her breasts and onto her abdomen.
Cleo could no longer hold on to her nervousness. She was enveloped in pure pleasure. What Tutenstein was doing to her... Was it possible to love him even more than she already was beginning to?
The downward slide stopped as he reached her thighs.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good," she said, looking up at him. "Thank you for being so patient with me."
"There's no need to thank me," he told her. "All I want is for you to enjoy this. We are both learning how to love."
"I am enjoying this," she informed him. "I had no idea that it could feel like this."
He gave her a tight smile and took one of her hands. "After tonight, we’ll never fear making love again."
"I know," she replied, returning the smile.
He moved off of her but remained by her side. "I'm going to undress you now. May I?"
She nodded and felt the nervousness return. Although the touching through the clothes had been wonderful, the removal of them meant they were coming that much closer to the part she feared-the entry.
As he bent over to start pulling her long shirt up, she got her first good look at the bulge beneath his waist. The size of it made her swallow nervously.
He stopped. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing‘s wrong," she told him. "I don't want to stop."
"But something is upsetting you."
"It's...it's... God, it's too embarrassing to say," she said.
"Then show me."
She swallowed, nodded, and then hesitantly lifted her hand to point to his crotch.
Tutenstein looked down and then returned his gaze to hers, a small smile on his face. "Ah, I should have known."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he waved her off. "You're not used to seeing me like this. Just know that it means I love you and that I desire you."
"I know," she smiled back.
"I won't hurt you. By the gods, I swear it," he promised.
She just nodded in acknowledgement.
He leaned down and kissed her before resuming the removal of her clothing.
As the bottom of the shirt reached the top of her thighs, she began to become aware of more sensations in her body. This time, they were coming from between her legs. There was a feeling of pressure and of dampness. All she could do was hope that they were normal and that she did not disappoint her dearest friend.
The garment continued up along her body. Warm air made contact with her bare skin, which made her all too aware of what was to come.
"Raise your arms," the boy king instructed her.
She did so and the nightshirt was pulled from her body, leaving her completely exposed to him.
"You're so beautiful," he told her as he let the clothes fall from his grasp. "What did I do to deserve someone like you?" A hand returned to a breast and he rubbed his thumb against her nipple.
She sucked in her breath, the full skin-to-skin contact more powerful than anything felt through clothing.
He removed his hand. "I'm going to get ready now."
She nodded and tried to keep her breathing calm. This could only mean that he was getting ready to enter her.
She watched as he moved the sash in front of his kilt over to the side in one smooth motion, the one piece garment he wore openly along with the raiment he was buried in, his necklace and the spreading blue nemes he wore on his head.
She kept her gaze high, not letting it drop down below his waist. She wasn't prepared to see his revealed erection yet, if at all.
He started to move and she braced herself for what was to come. But, to both her surprise and utter relief, he didn't lay on top of her. Instead he straddled her legs again and bent down to kiss her. First, gently on the lips and then on her neck. He continued onto her shoulders and chest. His hands held onto her slim waist.
Cleo let her eyes close and she relaxed slightly. She still had time before the part she dreaded, for which she was grateful. She put it out of her mind for the moment and focused on the path his mouth was taking as he kissed and sucked her body. What he was doing to her now was wonderful and felt so good. Even if the entry was as painful as she feared, she would not let it erase the pleasure that he was bringing to her now.
She could not help but moan when he reached her breast and took the first nipple into his mouth.
"Tutensteiiin..."
He suckled her slowly, bringing his tongue into play as well.
She writhed beneath him, not believing the feeling she was getting from his manipulation of this one tiny part of her body.
After a while, he released her nipple and started sucking and kissing the soft surrounding flesh. He made his way around the entire breast and then started on her second, doing the same things in reverse, ending with the nipple.
He slid down the bed in order to gain access to the rest of her. He planted the first kiss right below the breast bone and then continued down her body with kiss after kiss.
Cleo's enjoyment quickly came to an end when he kissed her directly above her pubic hair.
God, please don't let this hurt, she silently begged.
But once again, his imagination surprised her. This time he got up and stood next to the bed. He reached down and lifted her from the mattress.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He didn't answer her. He simply put her down on the very edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the sides.
"Tut," she tried again. "What's going on?"
"You'll see," he promised.
He sat down in front of her on his knees and pushed her legs apart, exposing her vagina.
Oh, God. Oh, God, she thought, beginning to shake. Why won't he tell me what he's doing?
She tried to sit up in order to see, but her motion was stopped by an outstretched hand.
"Wait," the living mummy ordered her.
Not having any other choice, she obeyed and waited for whatever was coming, hoping and praying that it wasn't what she thought it was.
Then came the kiss. It was on her left inner thigh and despite his cracked lips was very soft. It was followed by another on her right thigh. Then he kissed the left one again.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, knowing she wo't g't get an answer.
Suddenly, she felt herself being touched where her own hand had just been stroking earlier. The soft lips were gently drawn apart and she gasped, her breathing very heavy and erratic. Then a kiss was planted between them.
"Oh, my God," she breathed, the sensation both strange and pleasurable.
More kisses followed. Then she felt him take a labium in his mouth, sucking.
"Tut..." Her hips involuntarily lifted off of the bed and she found she could no longer speak. She was overcome with such pleasure and did not want it to end.
He released the fleshy flap and proceeded to kiss her again. Then he took the other in his mouth and sucked for a short while before resuming the kissing.
Cleo Carter was in ecstasy. Never had she experienced such pleasure. Never had she felt anything like this in her entire life.
And then she felt something push into her. She gasped and almost bolted upright. What was it? It was certainly too small to be his penis, which was probably the reason why there had been no pain. Nor could it be his fingers since his hands were firmly pressed against her thighs. That only left one possibility...
His tongue.
Oh, God, she thought as he began to pump in and out with it, sending incredible sensations throughout her body. Again her hips thrust upwards of their own accord. Oh, God!
He continued this technique for a while before finally pulling his tongue from her opening. He resumed kissing and then, within moments, she felt his lips close around something else that caused her body to nearly explode.
"Tut!" she cried out loud, not knowing what he had done and momentarily not caring if her mother heard her, but hoping that it went on forever.
There was sucking and touches with his tongue but she still could not figure out what he had in his mouth. Not that it really mattered to her. All she knew was that she was feeling things that she had never felt before and that it was Tutenstein, the dead boy that she loved, that was causing her to experience this incredible pleasure.
There was a pressure building deep inside of her. At this point, she could only assume that everything she was feeling was normal. She was no longer afraid of what was happening to her. Her only fear was that there would be pain...
Through the haze of pleasure, she barely noticed his hand sliding along her inner thigh. She did not pay much attention to the movement until he entered her with the first finger.
She cried out again, overwhelmed with sensation, the pressure increased tenfold.
He slowly moved it in a circular motion, making full contact with her inner walls. Each circuit sent waves of pleasure through her. When he began to intersperse pumps with the circles, she felt like she had died and went to Heaven. It was so wonderful.
But when he added a second finger, something happened to her. She gasped as her muscles violently spasmed, which, much to her surprise, sent the most incredible feeling through her body yet.
Tutenstein pulled his moist fingers from her and released his hold on whatever he had been sucking. (If only she had a mirror to see what it was.) He planted several kisses on her before backing away and sitting up.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her.
"Wonderful," she told him. "Whatever you just did to me-"
"I told you there was nothing to be afraid of with me," he cut her off. He stood up and got back onto the bed, bent over her. "Are you ready for me now?"
"Yes," she said, "but I'm still afraid."
"I know, my love," he told her, leaning down. "I know. But when this is over, you'll never be afraid again." And with that, he kissed her on the lips.
Her arms flew up around him and she clung to him as he kissed her. She did not want to let go. She loved him so much.
He gently lifted her up and moved her so that she was entirely back on the bed. He laid her down and stretched himself out over her, never breaking the kiss.
Finally, he separated from her. For a moment, he just gazed at her lovingly, taking a hand and brushing it against her face.
"I love you," he told her.
"I love you," she replied.
He reached down and spread her lean legs apart, taking a moment to caress her vagina, which sent shivers through her despite her fear of pain. He readjusted himself so that he was laying between her legs and, as hid bid back on top of her, she could feel his dark green penis pressed against her vagina.
"Here." He took her hand and pressed it against his penis. "Guide me."
She encircled it with her hand. It wasn’t warm, but it felt firm.
He pressed his body forward and she gasped as the penis pushed between the outer labia.
"Are you all right?" he queried, searching her face.
She nodded.
He moved again, this time making contact with her opening.
"God..." she murmured.
She gasped as the first inch of Tutenstein slid inside her virgin pussy. That was about all Cleo could get in easily. The barrier of her virginity stood in the way. There a sta strain on her face as she backed up. But that wasn't accomplishing what she'd set out to do. . Screwing up her courage, Cleo slid the mummy out to the very tip, and, without waiting to change her mind, slammed her tight, virgin pussy down onto his shaft as hard as she could.
There was no way she could have prepared her for the lance of searing pain that shot through her like fire. Cleo couldn't help it; she let out a yell of pain as tears trickled down her cheeks.
"Cleo!? What's wrong?" Tutenstein almost shouted in panic.
He felt her cherry tear and could now feel his penis imbedded all the way inside her. "I'm.... sorry, Tut. Just..... give me..... a minute!" Cleo smiled, even though her eyes sparkled with tears. "Mom said..... the first..... time would hurt..... a little."
Cleo stretched out below him, letting her sore and stuffed vagina adjust to its new condition. Tutenstein was still concerned about his agonized lover, and whispered, "Do you want to stop, Cleo?"
The young girl stared up at him, a determined look on her face as she said in a growl. "Don't you dare stop! I want you to fuck me, Tut! FUCK ME!!" Cleo shouted the last, enjoying the shock on her lover's face. She'd never said that word before, and now she wanted to do it.
His arms slid around her, hands cupping her soft, firm rear as his mouth sought out her neck, nuzzling her as she slowly backed off of him. He got a quick look at his penis and could see the streaks of blood from her lost virginity. It sent a flash of pride through him that he was the first one to make love to her.
Cleo held her breath as she slid down Tutenstein. It stung a little but the intense pain seemed to have passed. She let out a sighing moan as she sank back down, taking him deep inside, touching places never before touched. She started to gently hump.
Tutenstein smiled at her reaction and kissed her once more.
Cleo kissed him back passionately. The sensation his entry into her body was causing was nothing like she had expected. Instead of pain now, there was only a feeling of completion and love.
He continued to take his time to fill her. Each small movement was ecstasy inside of her. When he was completely embedded in her, he began to pump.
Gradually, the pumping and thrusting began to increase speed and intensity. Cleo could no longer focus on anything but what he was doing to her. She was aware of the return of the building pressure, but paid little attention to it. All she cared about was the feeling of him deep inside of her.
Cleo spasmed again, her moans going higher in the spectrum as Tutenstein began thrusting again. Her toes curled as her body stiffened in a near-climax, washing over her as she made another effort to imbed the boy in her cervix by brute humping force.
Tutenstein kept a smooth rhythm going, knowing he wasn't going to last forever. Cleo was almost in climax, writhing against his body.
Cleo wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close in an intense, moaning kiss, their tongues dueling.
She wrapped her legs around the boy’s buttocks, thrusting against him, trying to make them one being.
Cleo opened her eyes, staring up into Tutenstein’s. Clenching herself inside, she whispered up at him, "Do it with me, Tut. I want you to cum wme!"me!" Her arms wrapped around the boy’s neck tight, pulling him to her as she thrust up with her cunt to meet him.
Tutenstein felt like his shaft was being caressed by liquid gold each time he slid into Cleo's tight orchid. Her outer lips were caressing his sheath when he went deep, and her slender legs held him tight as he (he could hardly bring himself to think it, but it was true) as he fucked the girl he loved.
Cleo could feel a massive explosion gathering in her, like a panther ready to spring. She whined and moaned into Tutenstein's mouth, her breath coming in short pants as her virile young pharaoh made love, sweet love to her.
She wanted nothing more than to feel the hot jet of liquid undead boy, coating her newly opened insides. She thrust harder, trying to bring them both to an earth-shattering climax.
Tutenstein could feel it gathering in him, too. His testicles felt swollen in their sack, and he knew it wasn't going to be long before the juice in them was inside her. The constant rhythmic caress of her vaginal muscles were so much more intense than just his hand while masturbating, that he was surprised and pleased that he hadn't cum yet. But not by much.....
Cleo held tight to Tutenstein as she felt her climax, the big cum, beginning. "T-Tut....... I'mmmmmm...... cummmmmmmmiiinnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggggg!!" she wailed as her pussy contracted tighter than it ever had. That set off Tutenstein's trigger as well.
"Cleo!..... I....... love....... you!!" he cried as his shaft spasmed, firing a steaming bolt of magically-charged cum against her inner walls, joining together their life-fluids.
Cleo felt it, the fiery jet against the knot of her cervix, explode into a million tiny pieces, arching upward as the most intense climax of her life took possession of her body.
Tutenstein continued to fire, jolt after clear-greenish jolt of ectoplasmic semen, each one sending a shock of ecstasy through Cleo. She literally screamed in delight as the pleasure reached its absolute apex. "Tut!" was all she managed to gasp.
The peak passed, and together they collapsed, Cleo liking the feeling of his weight on her. She could feel his cum up inside her, still tingling her from way inside. She lay, caressing his back as their breathing slowly returned to normal. In all her short life, Cleo had never felt so wonderful, so alive!
The boy king levered himself upward to look into the young girl's eyes.
"Cleo, I..... I don't know what to say."
"How about what you said a little while ago?" She caressed his face, smoothing his wig cover back.
"Very well." He kissed her, softly, gently. "I love you, Cleo Carter."
"I love you, Tut-ankh-en-set-amun." They flowed around each other, not wanting to separate. ~~~~~~~~~ After a time, it became necessary. Cleo knew that her mother might wake for whatever reason soon and the last thing she needed to find was her daughter naked with a mummy boy, covered in his cum.
"I've got to get cleaned up, and you gotta get," she poked the boy in the chest, "outta here!" The black girl pouted for a second."Not that I want to, Mummy Boy."
He kissed her one last time. "Don't worry, my beautiful one. There will be other times." He said it with such a certainty that Cleo whimpered again. With a last caress, Tutenstein slipped out the window and into the night, where his sarcophagus waited for him.
Cleo sighed, already missing him as she unlocked her bedroom door and strode to the bathroom and its shower. Mom was right ,she thought as she took a towel from the cupboard nearby, there wasn’t anything like it.
With a giggle, she turned on the water.
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