Ancient Egypt

In the great temple of Amun-Ra, Elias was a scribe.

He spent his days copying sacred texts and recording the deeds of the pharaoh. It was a quiet, respected life.

Until the pharaoh noticed him.

Pharaoh Marcus was young, powerful, and devastatingly handsome. He had taken the throne only a year ago, but already his name was spoken with reverence and fear across the land.

He had also taken a liking to a certain scribe.

Elias was summoned to the pharaoh’s private chambers one night. He expected to be asked to record something important.

Instead, the pharaoh dismissed his servants and locked the door.

“Come here,” Marcus said, voice low and commanding.

Elias approached on shaking legs.

Marcus reached out and touched his face.

“I have watched you,” he said. “For months. You are… different from the others. Soft. Beautiful. Mine.”

Before Elias could respond, Marcus kissed him.

It was possessive and hungry. Marcus backed Elias against the wall and kissed him like he was trying to claim his soul. His hands roamed possessively over Elias’s body, stripping away the linen clothes until Elias was bare.

Marcus lifted him onto the massive stone altar and spread his legs.

He didn’t give Elias much preparation. He spat on his fingers and pushed two inside, working him open roughly while he kissed and bit at Elias’s throat.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias cried out at the stretch. Marcus was big, and he didn’t hold back. He fucked Elias with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping his hip while the other covered his mouth to keep him quiet.

“You are mine now,” Marcus growled against his ear. “My scribe. My lover. My priest.”

Elias could only moan behind Marcus’s hand.

Marcus fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the sacred chamber. When Elias came, it was with a muffled cry, cum spilling between them. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and gathered Elias into his arms.

“You will stay with me,” Marcus said quietly. “In my chambers. Every night. Until I say otherwise.”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He should have been terrified.

Instead, he whispered,

“Yes, my king.”

Marcus kissed him then — slow and claiming.

And Elias knew his life had changed forever.