Queen Nieri looked up at her beloved Pharoah from her prostrate position between his legs. His erect cock spurted cum into her mouth. She licked it clean and swallowed his seed obediently. She insisted on being the model wife as an example to all the other girls in his harem. She used to hate the taste of it, but in recent years, it had been growing on her. Perhaps its flavor had improved along with her rising love for her man.

She had borne him several children already… one of them even a prince, destined by the gods to be the next leader of their vast empire. She led a charmed life where she wanted for nothing. Her husband, had delegated most of the responsibilities of state to his high priests, and political advisors, and now had ample time for his pursuits, namely supervising the construction of his monumental pyramid, (the duty of all rulers, so that future generations could marvel at his greatness.) and the collection of perfect mistresses, priestesses and slaves for his growing harem.

Nieri was loath to share her man with them, but it was her husband’s duty, and it was her obligation to support his desires. Besides, the palace had been rather devoid of female company until he’d brought his first mistress Sahji into the fold… and Nieri wouldn’t want to return to the loneliness of the harem quarters before that.

Each of his girls had been selected personally by the Pharaoh for their unique erotic qualities. Queen Nieri was ashamed to admit that she did not possess the skills and talents of ner fellow concubines, and that their presence was necessary for fulfilling all of her Pharoah’s sexual needs.

Mistress Sahji was a wild child of the Pharoah’s cousin, with equally wild brown hair. Her father had sent her to court to learn better manners, but the Pharoah had taken to her wild spirit, especially the domineering way she liked to fuck on top. She could also squeeze her pussy in ways that would make the Pharaoh jizz without either of them ever having to move their hips. Try as she might, Queen Nieri couldn’t quite match that skill.

His Slave Amarti, a cute and unassuming waif with honey coloured skin and hair, preferred to be sexually penetrated in her asshole. Nieri did not pretend to understand her Pharoah’s need for sodomy, but was glad that Amarti was the one who had to endure it, and not herself.

His other slave Donhal, with the pristine porcelain skin and jet black hair, was the picture of perfect obedience in all things. The way the Pharaoh used her as an outlet for his frustrations was in stark contrast from the affection he showed to his other sex slave, Amarti. Whenever there was a setback on his pyramid’s construction, Nieri would find her man in the palace’s torture room with whips and chains and Donhal chained to the wall. Nieri once peaked at one of their private sessions out of curiosity. She didn’t understand how Donhal seemed to derive such pleasure out of being degraded so, Or why she insisted on calling her master, daddy? Nieri was almost physically sickened when the Pharaoh used Donhal as a human toilet, pissing into her waiting mouth. The girl swallowed it and asked for more, and Nieri had to leave before she upchucked. There was no way she could ever manage to service her husband like that, not even if she wanted. Donhal was a massive Pervert.

But her Pharoah wasn’t simply a cruel master to his harem, Nieri knew he had a more spiritual side too. He had even stolen a senior Priestess away from the clutches of those jealous old priests. Priestess Ohna had been assigned to the pharaoh as his spiritual advisor by the clergy, after he’d beheaded his old one for boring him. Under Ohna’s guidance, her Pharaoh had become quite the religious scholar. Many a night went by in his private chambers where the two of them could be heard screaming out the name of the god’s in a religious fervor. Such was their passion for religion, that they would emerge the next morning with tousled hair, and bleary eyes, and satisfied smiles.

It wasn’t long at all before dark skinned Ohna joined the harem formally. Nieri was sure that Ohna would quickly have become her husband’s favorite, if not for the private lessons Nieri had quickly sought out from Priestess Ohna. And Nieri had found that her husband was not the only one that Ohna could bring closer to the gods. The queen had never been a particularly pious individual, but under Ohna’s ministrations, she too found herself screaming Ra’s praises.

But such was it that the good times could not stay forever. Nieri awoke one day to find that her beloved had passed away quietly beside her in the night. The funeral procession started at dawn the next day. The priest let the procession of mourners to the Pharaoh's pyramid as they wailed and gnashed their teeth.

The ladies of the harem all knew what was expected of them. They were to serve their lord in the next life too. It was something that they all knew was coming, but now that it was here, somehow seemed more difficult to accept. Nieri knew this was the price she had paid years ago when she was married into the royal family. But the pain she felt now that her Pharoah was dead, was greater than when the archpriest had pierced her ears , lip, nipples, and labia on the day of her wedding.

Nieri and her harem sisters were led by the archpriest and a handful of priestesses into the labyrinthine depths of the tomb. In the dark firelit morgue within, they were prepared for their journey to the afterlife with their lord. Nieri was stripped of her transparent white mourning dress, and tied naked to a metal frame. On any other day, she would have the junior priestess whipped and executed for such impertinence. But today, the girl was just doing her godly duties.