The burger patties sizzled on the grill, filling the palace kitchen with their tantalizing aroma. 

Nikostratos peeked his head over your shoulder curiously. "Mmm! What's on the menu?" 

"Biftekia. I was taught to make them at my previous master's house." You replied. 

The older man smiled. "Well, they certainly taught you well, didn't they? We'll feast tonight!" 

You giggled at his exaggeration. "Calm yourself. These are for the Basileus' dinner. However, I made sure to make a few extra patties I'm sure he won't miss." You winked. 

Your supervisor, Kallistrate, approached. "Work first, then eat. [Y/N], you must take your dish to the dining room." 

"With all due respect, th-that's not my job. I work in the kitchens. I'm in no condition to appear before our Lord. Please send Dimitri." You pointed out. 

"Can't. He got his penis bitten off by a stray dog. We're a bit understaffed at the moment, you see." She explained. 

You shifted uncomfortably. You did not want to be in the Basileus' presence, but you did as you were told. After all, you were the new slave and you had a good gig going at the palace so far. You didn't want to be sold and lose your position, so it was best to not make waves. 

The dining room was not particularly large, for it had been intended for the private usage of the Imperial Family. The ceiling was high, perched upon stone columns, and the walls were decorated with all kinds of colors only the rich could afford. The Basileus reclined comfortably on a chaise lounge, his young daughter and her wet nurse sitting on the lounge perpendicular to his. They were 
surrounded by an entourage of slaves who fanned them, served their food, and poured their wine. 

It was your first time seeing the Basileus up close. You had spent almost all your time in the kitchens and slave quarters, two places the Imperial Family never ventured. Now closer than you'd ever been before, the Basileus appeared a lot younger than he did from afar. His brown skin was smooth and clear, his blue hair glossy and youthfully thick. You knew he had to be in his late teens, early twenties, making him younger than many of the slaves he owned. Yet still, his brow seemed permanently furrowed, weighed down by the future of the empire. 

Before you entered the room, it had never occurred to you that you'd have to actually speak to him. 

You bowed awkwardly. "I-I've brought you some biftekia, my Lord. I…um..hope you enjoy it." 

You placed the platter on the table before him, your legs threatening to give out on you. He stabbed the meat with his fork and used his knife to cut off a piece. He took it in his mouth, his chewing agonizingly slow. The suspense was killing you.

"Did you make this?" He asked. You realized these were the first words he'd ever spoken to you. 

You didn't trust yourself to speak so you simply nodded instead. 

"This is very good. You should be proud of your skills. What is your name?" 

"[Y/N], my Lord." You said, your eyes focused on the tiled floor. 

He nodded thoughtfully before turning his attention back to his meal. You stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do for he did not formally dismiss you. Your stomach churned as your nose was filled with the aroma of his dinner. The rich meat, the grilled vegetables, the sweet desserts…you couldn't stop thinking of the food waiting for you back in the kitchens. 

Despite your best efforts to suppress your hunger, your stomach growled loudly. Everyone turned to look at you. You wanted to die on the spot. Even if they hadn’t known it was you, you were sure the blush on your cheeks had given you away. 

"Was that you, [Y/N]?" The Basileus questioned.

"Yes, my Lord." You croaked, averting your eyes in shame. 

"If you are hungry, you may have a bit of food for your troubles." He offered. 

"Thank you, my Lord." You said. Not wanting to appear gluttonous, you chose a shiny red apple from a basket of fruit. 

"Thank you, my Lord." You repeated, so he would know how grateful you truly were. 

He simply nodded. "You're dismissed." 

You bowed once more before scurrying out of the room, your underarms slick with anxious sweat. 

You were busy losing at chess when Kallistrate approached you again. 

"You're on bath duty, tonight." She informed you, which was never something you'd ever expected to hear come out of her mouth. Bathing with the Basileus was a task reserved for a slave far beyond your rank. 

Your eyes widened, thinking you'd simply misunderstood her. "What? I…I…are you sure?" 

"Yes." She nodded assertively. 

"And you're sure no one else can go? What about Eutropia?" 

"Can't. She got her arm torn off by an industrial-sized cheese grater. We are understaffed, you know." She reminded you. "Why are you so eager to avoid the Basileus?" 

"He…makes me nervous. If I make a wrong move in his presence, I don't know what he'll do. Mistakes are not as frightening when you're not making them in front of the person who quite literally owns you." 

Kallistrate nodded. "Understandable. But you must've made a good impression on him at dinner earlier. I'm told he requested your presence specifically."

Your face grew hot. What the hell was the meaning of this? Sure, he liked your cooking, but your stomach also growled in a very unbecoming fashion. 

"There's no time to muse over reasons or 'what ifs'. Get your ass up there!" Kallistrate ordered with a light smack of your behind. 

The male slave who had informed your supervisor of your summons escorted you to the Basileus' private baths. You wouldn't have been able to find it if not for him. You'd never ventured anywhere near the Imperial quarters. 

The bathroom was large with high ceilings perched on stone pillars, like many other rooms in the palace. The floor of the large pool was decorated with delicate gold artwork depicting beautiful sea creatures of all kinds. Above, there were windows to let in the natural light in the daytime. But now it was dark, so it was the lit torches on the wall that allowed you to see. 

When you arrived, there was already another woman there. You knew she wasn't his wife--his wife had left him some time ago and he had yet to take another--so you assumed she was a slave. 

"Who are you? I've never seen you before." 

"I'm [Y/N]. I-I usually work in the kitchens but…but I'm told our Lord has requested my presence here tonight." You explained, eyes fixed on your feet.

She looked you up and down with a loud hmph. 

You tried to help her set up to the best of your ability, but she didn't seem eager for your help. Finally, she let you set down a tray of soap bars, body scrubs, lotions, and other smell goodies. Out of curiosity, you picked up one of the bars and inhaled its dark, woody scent. 

"OUR LORD HAS ARRIVED." The burly guard announced with a loud stomp of his spear. You both stood and turned in the direction of the door. 

The Basileus had a long, loose robe draped around his figure. It did little to conceal his chest covered in thick blue hair or his long legs. You tried not to stare at his strong thighs, curious as to what lay beyond the thin silk fabric. Following the other woman's lead, you bowed. 

He turned to the guard. "You may leave us now." The guard bowed deeply and backed out, letting the heavy door slam in front of him. 

"I'm glad to see you, my Lord." The other woman said. 

"The feeling is mutual, Athenais." He replied cordially. 

Athenais moved to approach him, but he seemed to brush her off in favor of you. 

"It seems we have a new face with us~" He said. Your eyes remained fixed on the floor as his finger softly brushed down your cheek and he took your chin in his hand. He was so close to you now.

"Chin up. Don't be afraid." He told you, lifting your chin so you had no choice but to look into his deep brown eyes. They appeared more playful than you'd expected. 

He chuckled lightly. "You look so adorable when you blush like that. Don’t worry, you're not in trouble. I've called you here because I find you attractive, and I'm hoping that you'll prove to be skilled in more ways than one." He smirked. 

"But for now, simply relax. Let Athenais show you how it's done." 

The Basileus pulled away and walked over to the edge of the large pool. His robe dropped to his feet and you averted your eyes, but your curiosity got the best of you. You were surprised he was so comfortable exposing himself in front of you, but you guessed if you had been blessed with what he had, you wouldn’t mind showing it off either. 

Athenais and the Basileus lowered themselves into the bath together. He must’ve noticed the way you were staring for he said, "Come, join us while the water is still hot." 

And hot it was indeed. It took you longer to lower yourself in, but the others were paying you no mind. Athenais had worked up a good lather on a wash rag and had begun washing the Basileus' chest as he took care of his arms. They were giggling with each other. Either he was ticklish or they were laughing at some sort of joke you couldn’t quite hear. You tried to make yourself as quiet and inoffensive as possible, unsure if you were expected to join in. 

"[Y/N]," He suddenly called, "Come over here." 

When you waded over, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead you weren't expecting. Your skin tingled at the spot where his soft lips had touched you. He lifted himself out of the water and reclined on the edge of the pool, his upper body leaning towards you. His penis was already semi-erect, one of the larger veins glistening in the firelight. 

His finger longingly traced the line of your collarbone. "Have you ever made love before?" 

"No, my Lord." You replied. He laughed. You were probably blushing again. 

"Would you like to try?" 

"I suppose, my Lord." You had no real reason to object. You were attracted to him, after all. Not to mention, you'd always been morbidly curious about sex but you'd never had an opportunity. 

He sat up and turned so that his crotch was facing you. "Give me your hand, [Y/N]. I presume you've never touched a man before? You can touch me, if you'd like." 

When you gave him your hand, he placed it on the soft, wet skin of his chest. You ran your fingers through his chest hair. Your hand caressed the strong muscles of his abdomen, your finger tracing his happy trail. He took your hand once more and grasped it around his penis. You felt it throb with pent up desire. He moved your hand up and down, his dark foreskin sliding over the swollen glans. He removed his hand once you got the hang of it. 

"You're so gentle with me..." He chuckled. "But I prefer a firmer touch." You grabbed his dick tighter and started stroking faster. 

He let out a moan. "Yeah, that's it….you're a fast learner." 

Eager to please him more, you ran your tongue along his shaft. You moved to put his dick in your mouth but he put a finger to your lips. "Uh-uh-uh. That's a little advanced for you, dear."

He turned away and lay down, so that now his penis was facing Athenais. She grabbed him and kissed his head tenderly. You heard his breath catch as she licked at the clearish fluid that had begun oozing out. Abruptly, she shoved him in her mouth and started to suck him nice and slow as she massaged his scrotum. She must've been very good at whatever she was doing because the Basileus' head was thrown back and he was praising her and moaning profusely. You wondered if one day, he might react that way to your touch. 

Your train of thought crashed and burned when the Basileus put his hand on your cheek. He had laid back down, so your faces were now closer. 

"C'mere. Don't think I've forgotten...hah...about you." He whispered and kissed you abruptly. You had never kissed anyone before. You had no idea how to react when he slipped his tongue into your mouth with a moan. All you knew was it was all encompassing. He was so close. He kissed you so intensely, you couldn’t think of anything else. All of your senses were occupied by him. 

He pulled away from you and you figured he would say something more, but instead he bit his lip and groaned. When he sat up, you looked at Athenais, who had some of the Basileus' semen trickling down the side of her mouth. He held her head as she cleaned him up too. 

"You're free to go now, [Y/N]. However, you may stay and bathe if you wish." He said. 

Since he was offering, you bathed using the woody soap you liked before skedaddling back to the slave's quarters. 

     When you returned, the others were eager to hear all the juicy details of your encounter with the Basileus, but you were reluctant to say much. What had happened felt sort of private. You'd never seen the Basileus act so lustful in public. You figured such a reputation would be unbefitting. Besides, you kind of wanted to see him again. You wanted to get used to so much special attention. 

Later, a slave you'd never seen before came to visit your little neck of the woods. 

"The Basileus has requested your presence in his private apartments, [Y/N]." The other slaves ooohed excitedly as you left the room. 

The slave led you down the large columned hallways and up the grand staircase to the Basileus' private apartments. The burly man standing guard at the door acknowledged the two of you. You were on your own as you ventured inside. 

The room was dark, save for the flickering candlelight. The Basileus was already waiting for you in his large canopy bed. You expected there to be someone else, anyone else, there but it was just the two of you. Alone together. You bowed respectfully. He rose from the sheets, his loincloth leaving much of him exposed. 

"I'm glad you could make it." He said. 

"Of course, my Lord." 

The Basileus approached you, gingerly holding your cheek in his hand. He loomed over you, forcing you to look up to face him. 

"I request that you try your best to drop the formalities tonight. I prefer to feel as if I'm having intercourse with a real woman." 

Your cheeks reddened at the mention of that. "You had intercourse earlier, did you not?" 

"Perhaps, but I realized I am not yet satisfied. Who says you must only indulge once a day? You can never have too much TLC, wouldn't you agree?" 

"I suppose." 

"Besides, we have yet to actually be intimate with each other...." His eyes narrowed mischievously, "I'm eager to see what you've learned." 

"On your knees, [Y/N]." He commanded. The order was so abrupt you had to take a second to process it before following through. 

"Are you comfortable? I can sit down if you aren't." 

"I-I'm good." You said, almost forgetting 
to drop the honorifics. 

When he unfolded his loincloth in front of you, he was already hard. You did not wait for an invitation. You reached up and grabbed his cock, shoving all of him inside your mouth just like you'd seen the other girl do. His dick jumped in your throat, triggering your gag reflex. You pulled away as you began to cough. 

"Woah! I love the enthusiasm, dear, but perhaps we should start a tad bit slower." He suggested. He beckoned you back over. 

"Open wide." He said and slowly inserted his penis back into your mouth. "I'll try to guide you. Just keep your teeth out of the way." 

He grabbed a handful of your hair to keep you close as he thrusted against your mouth.

"Suck me, lick me. Do it as if it is the best thing you ever tasted and you want more. Pay extra attention to the tip." He didn't have to tell you twice and you didn't have to pretend. 

"Atta girl! Try licking underneath the shaft too." You did as he told you and you were rewarded with a deep moan and his warm nectar against your tongue.

"Mmm that's it…just like that…" He whispered. You desired more of his taste so you sucked him harder with each thrust of his hips. 

He let you go and you fell back, gasping for air. When you'd caught your breath, he smiled. 

"I think you're ready for me." He held the back of your head and thrusted himself all the way in, his blue hair tickling your nose. He forced your head up so you had to look him in the eye as he started moving, his thrusting slower and less forceful. His nectar flowed more readily into your mouth and it made you drool. He kept you so close that he was essentially grinding himself against your face. He eventually forgot all about maintaining eye contact when his eyes were rolling back, enjoying your mouth as a toy made for his pleasure. 

You felt him twitch, more intensely this time, when he let you go again. The two of you took a minute to catch your breath. 

"Take off your clothes. You don't want to get any fluids on them." He ordered. You did as he said, a cold breeze coming over you. 

He was seated on the bed now. "Come here. I'm not done with you yet. I intend to enjoy every inch of you~" 

When you were close enough, he grabbed you by your bare waist and pulled you close until your breasts were pressed against him. You had to admit you were a lot warmer now. His curious hands traveled down to your ass and he gave it a squeeze. 

"I've been wanting to do this since I laid eyes on you." He confessed. You thought he'd stop at a single squeeze but he continued to grope you firmly through your loincloth. He pulled you closer as he pulled it off you, massaging you directly. He spread your cheeks and his fingers slid down, his touch maddeningly gentle. When he found your pussy, he stroked you gently as if by accident and pulled away. 

"I told myself I would go easy on you," He whispered, as if to himself, "It is your first time, after all." 

Abruptly, he flipped over on top of you, the comforter soft on your back. He pinned you down and kissed you ravenously before you could even gasp in surprise. He forced his tongue inside your mouth without a second thought. He drifted away from your lips, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. His lips moved further south, gently caressing your skin until they found your jaw. And when he was done peppering your jaw in kisses, he moved down to the tender skin of your neck. You were breathing heavily now, overwhelmed yet excited. He kissed the skin slowly, causing chills to run up and down your spine. 

"You're a quiet one, aren't you?" He observed, the breath of his words tickling your skin. You said nothing in reply. You didn't really know what he meant. Did he want you to make more lustful noises like he did? 

He backed off of you, idly trailing a finger from your stomach to your crotch. Legs already spread, he gently palpated your pussy. You gasped quietly when he slid the tip of his finger into your opening. 

"Mmm…that's it. Do you like being touched there?~" He whispered. 

Before you could respond, you felt his warm tongue lick your lips, earning another gasp from you. His tongue sucked and teased you voraciously down there, sending waves of pleasure through your hips. You felt hot and tingly as you tightly clutched the pillow, the timber smell he'd left behind filling your nose. He eagerly slipped his tongue inside you, probing curiously for your spot. Your thighs tightened around his head when he found it. He must’ve taken this as a good sign, for he continued to hit it. Even as you squirmed with pleasure and let out quiet moans of desire into his pillow, he did not stop. The two of you went on like this for a few moments before he pulled away.

He wiped your wetness away from his mouth. "My neck hurts and I'm ready to change tactics. Do you wish to continue?" 

You nodded quietly.

"I'm afraid that's not good enough for me, dear. I want to hear it from your lips. Go on. Beg." He ordered. 

You remained quiet, unsure of what to say. Your cheeks warmed with embarrassment. 

"It seems you require a bit of motivation, so I'll make things easier for you." 

He parted your legs again, holding one up towards the ceiling. He pushed the head in slightly, your wetness and his saliva a natural lubricant. The feeling of his girth widening your slit was unlike anything you'd felt before. Pleasure radiated through your loins and you felt your legs tremble. The fullness of it, the feeling of him burrowing inside you made you whimper. Just a little closer. You needed it inside you, rubbing that sensitive spot again. You could just imagine it, pushing against your walls.

"I can feel you tightening. Your body yearns to be filled by me, so why don’t you just say so? Let me make you feel good." He said. 

You bit your lip. "Please…?" You said quietly. 

"That's a start, but I don’t believe you need it that badly." 

The Basileus started teasing you now, rubbing the head against your lips. He rubbed his erection against your clitoris and you had a hard time stringing a sentence together. All you could think about was how good the sensation felt, how good it would feel if he would stop teasing you and just put it in. You reached up to grab his waist and pull him forward but he grabbed your arms and pinned you down.

"Now, now, [Y/N], that's cheating!" He snickered. "You seem to be quite prideful, denying me what I want. Even though I used your mouth as my plaything you still struggle to submit to me. That only makes me want it more~" 

He slipped it in again, pushing your lips aside. He pushed it in farther this time, splitting you further. A groan escaped your lips as his head brushed against your love spot, sending a sharp tingle through you. You needed it. You needed more. You needed him to pound it. Your mind was foggy. All you could think about was how good it would feel when he fucked you. His dick pulsed near the spot and you couldn't take it anymore. 

"Stop teasing me and just put it in." You moaned, "I want to feel you inside me so bad…I can't think...mmm...about anything else…I want to know what it feels like...to be yours…" You trailed off awkwardly, your face no doubt flushed again. 

He smiled. "You have quite a way with words. I'd be happy to satisfy you." 

He kissed you again as he slowly shoved his full length you. You groaned at the size of it but you didn't want him to stop. You felt warm and full, your vagina hugging his girth. He moaned with each slow thrust, sometimes even allowing your name to slip out of his lips. 

"Faster, faster!" You begged, "More, please!" He followed your instructions and picked up the pace. 

The way his rock hard shaft smashed your love button felt like nothing you'd ever experienced before. The way he filled you, yet again using your body for his pleasure. Scratching the itch you'd been desperate to relieve. You'd wrap your arms around him and pull him close if he let you, hopelessly needing each thrust. 

You felt the pressure building between your legs. You gasped as each pound pushed you further and further to the edge. You tightened around him, holding on for dear life. With a final push, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over your entire body. It was hot and tingly. Your body trembled, your vaginal muscles pulsating around him. Even as the wave washed away, you could still feel your muscles tensing. You were too weak to move, your mind too scrambled by lust to say anything. 

"You want it in or out?" He grunted. He didn't give you a chance to process his question when he pulled out abruptly and released with a lustful moan. 

The initial, strongest spurts landed on your chest. You thought they would stop but his body trembled as he kept coming until your stomach was covered with his warm seed. He wobbled a bit as the last drops dribbled out before eventually collapsing onto your chest. 

"...H-how did I do, my Lord?"

"Well…let's just say you were far more skilled than I was expecting." He admitted, pushing himself off of you. "I'm sure there's more where that came from. I would like to explore that, if you wish." 

"Of course, my Lord." You replied as you stumbled to your feet. 

"Good," He smiled, and with a light smack to your rump said, "Now out you go. You are dismissed."