“M-m-my queen, when you said you had need of me, I was expecting you wanted to go over the new scrolls in the library.” Thutmose, the fennec scribe at pharaoh Alkhisha’s court. “But not this!” Flustered, the poor scribe was squirming on the bed of his pharaoh, mummified neck to toe in multiple tight layers of soft cotton bandages. “Dear Thutmose, I have been reading nothing but dusty scrolls and tablets all day.” The kinky queen, lying on top of her wrapped-up subject, purred seductively. “Work can wait until tomorrow, tonight is for pleasure~” “I m-must protest, my que-ehmmph!?” The scribe did not get to say anything else, as a large scarf of sheer silk was pushed into his mouth. The frisky pharaoh hushed her captive as she worked as much fabric into his mouth as possible, winding the long ends around his face and knotting them tightly to secure the gag. “There, much better~” Alkhisha smiled, approving of the muffled moans that Thutmose’s objections had been reduced to.
She then reached for another roll of bandages. “But I require you to be wrapped up a bit more if you are to be worthy of sharing the night with the pharaoh~”
Art by :icontomasyri: Thutmose the fennec belongs to :iconTrevHart~:
