The Highest Honor

You cautiously approached the grand doors, case of chiseling tools tucked under your arm. You were surprised Narcis King had requested you create a new sculpture of him, but eagerly accepted, honored he considered you good enough to work for him. You knock on one of the doors before entering, struggling to open it due to its size.   “About time,” he dully stated, still checking himself out in one of his mirrors.   You were about to protest, but something else quickly caught your attention. He was standing there naked, and the surrounding mirrors left nothing to the imagination.   “I’m so sorry sir!” you exclaimed, turning to the door.   “For what? Get back here,” he commanded.   Freezing as you reached for the handle, you turned back around.   “I’m expecting you to catch every little detail,” he said, posing in front of the mirrors. “Your work shouldn’t be beneath me, that is, anything but perfect.”   You cautiously approached, setting your tool case on the desk so graciously provided. While this was meant to be a professional job, you couldn't help but steal glances at the muscular man before you as you took out what you needed.   “You can ogle. I know you can’t help it.”   Snapping your head up, you were met with Narcis staring right at you, posing for your amusement. You hadn’t noticed your own blush at first, but it made itself painfully obvious in the mirrors.   “What pose do you want for your statue?” you asked, doing your best to focus on your work.    Posing akin to a famous statue you were blanking on the name of, he answered, “Like this. Shouldn’t be hard.”   “It’ll be no problem,” you said moving to the marble pillar set up for your use.   “Good.”   You nervously began working, the pressure of living up to his expectations weighing heavily on you. The initial chiseling was usually the easiest — clearing large chunks of dead space didn’t need much precision, and if any mistakes were made, you could save the stone for a different project or adjust the design to fit it. In the sight of Narcis King, however, errors weren’t an option, and that fact made you work as slowly and carefully as you could.   At least his gorgeous form served as a respite from the stress of the job. He had the perfect ratio of slim and muscular, clear skin that shone like the sun, and his hair quite literally shone with its rays, illuminating any room he walked in. It’s not like he needed that to grab people’s attention though — he had an aura that was inescapable, drawing all eyes no matter what he did.   But the main thing that was drawing your eyes was far more... carnal. You figured he had to be big with how flawless the rest of him was, but you never expected it to be that long. The thickness was also notable, the slight dampness between your legs being a testament to that.   “I know I’m a sight to behold, but I’d appreciate it if you also got some work done,” he laughed, but there was little amusement behind it.   “Yes, sir,” you immediately responded, hoping you hadn’t paused for too long eyeing him up.   You resumed chipping away at the marble, tightening your focus in fear of being called out again. Left alone with someone as powerful as him, who knows what he might do if you got on his last nerve...   Blocking out a more precise shape of the sculpture wasn’t too hard, but the mounting pressure was starting to get to you. What seemed like such an honor now felt horrifically dangerous. Your practiced precision kept you from messing up, but it felt like failure would be inevitable.   Glimpses of his beautiful virile body continued to be your saving grace, though you were far more aware of how much you were looking and did your best to keep it discreet. The aching of your stressed mind was starting to be matched by your own heat. You began working on the rough shape of his nether regions, so the thought was inescapable. He had shaved, which made your job a lot easier, but now you were left with the burning question of whether his pubes would glow like his hair. That question would never be answered, but nevertheless, it plagued your mind, swirling around with the plethora of other erotic thoughts.   “Do you need a break already?” Narcis asked, clearly annoyed.   Petrified that he caught you once again, you tried to apologize, but the words died on your tongue. His expression turned unreadable as he listened to your incomprehensible answer. Fear struck your heart as he strutted towards you.   Since you were still kneeling to work on the lower part of the statue, your face was directly in front of the object of your desire. Held it up to you, hardly an inch from your face, making you flinch back.   “Is this too much for you?” he jeered, smirking at how rigid your movements were getting.   “N-no,” you stammered, heart pounding wildly as he stood his ground.   A small chuckle escaped his lips. “Poor girl can’t even do her job. How pathetic.”   He pulled you forward by your hair, forcing himself into your mouth. The sudden assault had you frozen in place trying to process what he had done. There was a salty taste to it, as well as something almost chemical in nature. Afraid of upsetting him, you ran your tongue underneath, hoping to please him. He did nothing, but kept staring down at you expectantly, so you continued.   You were surprised Narcis considered you good enough to give him a blowjob — talk about an ego boost. While you were typically humble, compared to the man you were sucking off, a little brag was nothing. You knew everyone at home would be dying to know what he was like when you got back, and many would certainly be jealous once this part came out.   Trembling hands reached for his sack, gently massaging it. Fear had been morphing into arousal, your abundance of slick being proof of that.   Every so often you would look up to make sure you were doing things right, but his expression never changed from his blank yet commanding gaze. It was unnerving, but you were determined to continue. You wondered how long he was expecting you to do this. Would he make you keep going until he came? Your arousal grew even more at the prospect of tasting his seed.  Not a moment had passed since that thought when you started choking. Seemingly unsatisfied with your work, Narcis clenched your hair and forced you to deepthroat him — something you were woefully unprepared for. He continued using your mouth despite your retches. Each slide in burned the back of your throat, and his speed made it impossible to voice any protests. Thankfully, he didn’t go on much longer, giving you the chance to breathe again. You still felt a bit sick after he stopped due to how rough he was, but you were given no time to recover as he picked you up and set you on the work desk. Your mind was struggling to catch up to what was happening when you watched him undress your lower half. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt him push into you. It wasn’t painful with how wet you were, but it was still a stretch. “So desperate,” Narcis muttered under his breath. “At least that makes this easy.” As he bottomed out, you were finally back in the present. You were having sex with Narcis King. He pulled out only to slam back in, already settling on a rhythm that made it hard to keep your thoughts straight. Perfection himself found you good enough to use as a sex doll. While he had kind of forced you into this, there was no way you would have declined such a thing — you could have only dreamed of this moment. Being regarded so highly to be called to carve a statue for him and to be physically used for his pleasure had you beaming with pride. Excitement dulled the minor aches that came with each thrust. You didn’t get the chance to taste his cum, but what if- Wait. “I-I don’t have birth control or anything,” you managed to choke out.   He met your eyes hearing you finally speak, his face remaining neutral at first but slowly growing into a cocky smirk.   “Good. The world could use more of me.”   For once your brain was on top of things and devoured the implication. Your heart was pounding even harder and faster than Narcis. He wanted you to carry his child. Forget everything else — this was the highest honor one could ever receive. No offspring could ever be as perfect as him with your homely genes in the mix, but being good enough in this case was all one could ever ask for. Your oeuvre’s beauty was destined to fade with time and erosion, and one day, likely sooner than your handiwork, you’d fade too. But children with the countenance of their father — that was a beauty that could last forever. Your name could also last forever in records and family trees — the mother of perfect beauty.   Your dreams alone nearly sent you over the edge, but you reached for your clit to finish the job. Hopefully Narcis would forgive you for such a selfish act. A few fast circles was all it took to send you over the edge. You cried out as you lost yourself in the pleasure, but Narcis seemed unfazed by you. He kept his same pace throughout your orgasm and never looked up from the action below.    You hardly cared as you fell into dreams of being a mother again. Your life would have true meaning bringing forth someone better than you could ever be. They could never surpass their father, but you would be left in the dust with Narcis King’s blood in their veins.   As it should be. You were merely a vessel for creating future greatness, your own pitiful existence destined to pale in comparison. Yet that was where your greatness lay — without you, there was no future greatness. He could never be matched, but having his genes would be the closest one could ever get. He was right — the world could use more of him — and you were glad to do your part in spreading his majesty.   You noticed that his breathing had grown a tad more ragged, and his pace was faster than before. Excitement bubbled in your chest as he was reaching his end. While you would likely never get to experience this again, if his seed took — which you were confident it would — you would have a token of this event for the rest of your life. A piece of him growing inside you for the next months, and a mini-Narcis to take care of once they were born.   With a twitch as the briefest of warnings, he finally came, planting his fertile seed deep inside of you. You felt as though you could come again from it but knew not to be greedy, leaving your hands at your sides. The warmth of his thick cum gave you an afterglow that left you feeling dazed on the desk.  Narcis pulled out and walked to his mirrors, admiring himself as he normally did.   “You’re dismissed. You’ll finish the statue another time.”   It felt cold for him to shoo you away once he was done, but you knew Narcis was a busy man — he probably had other things to attend to. You quickly and quietly got dressed, using a hand to keep his cum inside you just a little longer in hopes of helping it take. You then packed up your supplies before hauling the case with one arm. Unsure of how to properly end the encounter, you croaked out a final goodbye as you exited the room.   “It has been an honor.”