by T. J. Quinn
Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
Mission Interrupted
Earning His Trident
A Rocky Start
Stark Reality
A Warrior For Me
Pushy Women
Bonding
Unbinding
Excerpt from Taron Invasion
Excerpt from Alien Convict
Anubis Bride
Alien Egyptian god Series,
Book 1
T.J. Quinn
GTQ LLC
Orlando, Florida
Copyright © 2017 by T.J. Quinn
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
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CHAPTER 1
Aneksi was a bit worried by the news she heard. According to the Pharaoh’s message, they were to be honored by a visit from the god Anubis’ emissary. A man, representing one of the gods her people worshiped and owed their lives to, would be coming to Egypt to pay them a visit. Her mother explained to her that this wasn’t so uncommon but she had never heard about it before.
What puzzled her though, wasn’t the visit itself, but the lack of motive for it. They had said he would be there to meet the people because he heard about their needs, but Aneksi was too cynical to believe in that. He was after something, but they wouldn’t know what until he was ready to disclose it, if he ever did.
“The Pharaoh will be throwing a few parties to entertain the emissary and we’ve been invited to some of them,” her mother continued, sounding very excited with the whole idea.
“I’m sure you’ll have a great time,” she said, with a faint smile.
“You’re going too. It’s time for you to start going out with your father and me or we’ll never be able to find you a suitable husband,” her mother announced.
“Are you that eager to get rid of me?” she teased her mother. Being the youngest daughter of the house, she had been spoiled by her five older siblings and her parents, but now she was alone in the house with her parents since all the others had gotten married and established homes away from the family’s home.
“You know that’s not the point. I just want you to find the perfect husband,” her mother protested.
“What if I don’t want to get married? There has to be more to life than just getting married,” she replied, grumbling, as she got up and walked to the small terrace of her room, looking out into the vast desert, just on the outskirts of the city where they lived.
Her mother followed her and looked at her as if she had blasphemed. “How can you say that? Would you like to become a servant instead? Or perhaps a construction worker?” she said, in a loud tone.
Aneksi sighed. Her mother would never understand her frustration and her desire to do more, see more of the world. “No, mother, of course not.”
“Good. Now, the emissary’s arrival is expected tomorrow at sunset.” She went back to her chair, leaning elegantly on it. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy that. You were too young last time any of them were here, so I’m sure you don’t remember it. Their arrival can be quite a scene,” she continued.
She returned to the room and leaned her shoulder against the wooden framework that protected her room from the cold winds of the desert nights. “What’s so special about it?” she asked, curious.
“They come from the skies in some extraordinary vessels that fly, with very bright lights and deafening sounds,” her mother explained, pleased to see her daughter’s interest. Aneksi was her baby, but she was well aware of the young woman’s defiance.
“From the skies? Flying?” she asked, with apparent disbelief in her tone.
“You’ll see it for yourself. That’s why we need to concentrate on choosing what you’ll wear.”
“I still haven’t used the new clothes you ordered for me last month, and my wig is perfectly new and adorable.” There was sarcasm in her last words. She hated the wigs; it bothered her wearing them. She wished she didn’t have to, but her mother would die of a heart attack if she didn’t, at least when they were out of the house. Her mother had given up on trying to make her use a wig all the time, like she and Aneski’s two older sisters did.
“Yes. I’m sure that will do perfectly fine,” she sighed and got up. “I better go check on the supper preparations. Your father is bringing a guest for dinner.” she announced.
“May I have dinner in my room?” she quickly asked, not in the mood to entertain her father’s acquaintances.
“Yes, you may,” her mother accepted and Aneksi sighed with relief.
CHAPTER 2
That night, after the god Ra left the skies to go visit the underworld and the goddess Nut took his place, Aneksi was pacing her room feeling a bit restless. She could sense she was on the verge of a crucial moment in her life and wasn’t sure she liked the feeling. She was quite happy with her life and she didn’t want it to change for now, but something told her she wouldn’t be able to prevent whatever awaited for her.
Kiya, her servant, came in with her night meal and served it on a small table on the terrace. “You look distressed, young mistress,” she commented, with the familiarity of someone that had seen her grow up.
“I guess I am.” She took a seat at the table and started eating, though she wasn’t feeling very hungry.
“What’s bothering you, young mistress?” the woman asked, as she prepared the bed for her.
“My mother was telling me about the arrival of the emissary. Have you ever seen any of them?” she asked, trying not to admit just how curious she was about it.
“Yes, young mistress. They’ve been here at least three times, that I can recall. Those are days of celebration, and they usually leave us with more knowledge and a lot of blessings,” the woman replied with a pleasant smile.
“Usually?” she focused on that small word.
The woman’s face saddened a bit. “Yes, there have been times the gods haven’t been pleased with us and instead of blessings, they have punished us for our misbehavior and lack of faith,” the woman explained in a stern tone. “After all, they have put us here, so they can easily take us away from here and send us to the underworld.”
Aneksi sighed, not sure how she felt about the emissary’s visit. On her escapades around the city, she had seen so much cruelty and too much injustice to really believe in the kindness of the gods. Of course, she kept those feelings for herself, sure that no one would really understand her.
“I have prepared a bath for you, young mistress,” Kiya announced, with
a faint smile as if trying to change the subject.
“Thank you, that will be perfect. It’s been a sweltering day,” Aneksi replied, finishing the food on her plate, before she followed her servant into the women’s bathroom in the house. The oval bathtub, made of pink marble was filled with warm water, scented with floral oils prepared in the house.
She allowed herself to sink into the water until it covered her whole body before she let Kiya help her wash. The woman loved to wash her light brown hair thoroughly, combing it until it shone beautifully down her back.
After her bath, the servant left her alone, but Aneksi was still too restless to sleep. She had changed into her nightgown, but she was feeling so suffocated that she quickly changed into her kalasiris. Grabbing her sheath gown, she threw it on over her shoulders before slipping out of the house, walking down the empty streets of the city, heading to the desert.
She knew if her father ever found out about her escapades he would toss her in one of his dungeons until he could to send her away to a new husband’s house, so she did all in her power not to be discovered.
It was so late in the evening she didn’t find anyone on her way to her favorite place in the desert, a small sandy hill from where she could watch the pyramid the Pharaoh was building. There was such a feeling of peace and calmness in the place; she could stay there for hours as she allowed her mind to clear itself and find the inner peace she longed for.
But that night, her rest was interrupted. Startled, she heard footsteps behind her and when she jumped to her feet a man she had never seen before was standing in front of her.
Tall, with a powerful body, wearing a short, white tunic, he came out of the palm trees behind her, at a fast pace, as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere. He apparently wasn’t expecting to find anyone in his way, and when he did, he stopped, as if astonished.
Aneksi wasn’t sure what to do. She had never found someone on her escapades, and she wasn’t sure how to act, what to do. After a few moments of uncertainty and in the face of the thick silence between them, she decided to walk away. But the moment she was about to walk by him, he stretched his hand and stopped her.
“What are you doing out here this late?” he asked in a husky tone.
His arrogant tone upset her, and she tugged her arm, trying to free herself from his grip, but it was impossible. He tightened his grip on it.
“I don’t think it’s any of your business. Please, release me. I need to get back home,” she said in her coldest tone, but he wasn’t intimidated by her polite demand
“I want a straight answer to my question,” he insisted.
“And again, I tell you, it’s none of your business. I’m a free woman; I can go anywhere I want,” she insisted.
He tilted his head to a side, and the goddess Nut chose that moment to come out from behind the clouds covering her and light the small rise allowing her a perfect sight of his face. It took her breath away. She had never seen a man’s face so perfectly chiseled, form its square shape, down to his noble nose, and strong chin. Now, she was sure he was foreign. She would have known him if he was a local man because the softness of his hand indicated that he didn’t belong to the laboring class.
“A free woman? I wasn’t aware there were free women in this society. They either belong to their fathers, husbands, or lords,” he said with a sarcastic tone.
“Then, you’ve been wrongly instructed.” She mocked him, not willing to admit he was right.
He chuckled, and the sound was so sensuous it sent chills of thrill down her spine.
“No. I’m sure I haven’t. But, for tonight, I’ll pretend I believe you, free woman.” He said, pulling her closer to him. “And since you don’t have a man to protect you, I guess I’m free to do this…” he added, dipping his head and claiming a passionate kiss from her lips, before she was able to utter a single word.
Aneksi had never been kissed in her life. Women like her were expected to keep their bodies untouched for the men they were meant to marry. She had never thought much about kisses or what happened between a man and a woman. So far her life had been filled with other interests, and the truth was she hadn't known many men that weren’t part of her family.
Perhaps, that was the reason why his kiss had affected her so much. At least, she wanted to think that; because she couldn’t explain how a simple kiss had been to obliterate the rest of the world from her mind, making her focus entirely on the feelings and sensations conjured by his lips over hers. The first touch felt like fire grazing her skin, igniting some powerful energy inside her that rushed through her whole body, making her gasp for air.
He used that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and take her in a maddening swirl, as he assailed and conquered every inch of her mouth. Only the urgent need of air made him release her lips and release her arm at the same time.
Breathing hard, and still submerged in the haze of pleasure and lust he had aroused, she didn’t realize he had released her immediately. Only his huskier voice seemed to pull her out of it.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“No one important,” she mumbled. Before he could say or do anything, she ran away from him, going as fast as she could, quickly leaving him behind.
CHAPTER 3
Aneski arrived at her home breathless, needing a few moments to get her breathing back to normal as she slipped through the hidden door to the gardens of her father’s house. A few moments later, she was lying in her bed, reliving many times in her mind, the minutes she had spent with the stranger, especially the kiss that had turned her whole world upside down.
When Ra replaced Nut in the skies, she hadn't been able to sleep thinking about the man and how impossible it would be to find him again. She wasn’t sure why she wanted that to happen, but somehow, it felt vital for her future, which was insane. But she couldn’t shake the feeling.
The whole day was tainted with anticipation and excitement as everybody participated in all the preparations for the arrival of the god’s emissary. The entire city was bursting with energy and people running from one side to the other along the streets and putting out their best decorations to welcome Anubis’ emissary.
Aneksi tried to stay away from the chaotic activities, but her mother didn’t allow it, involving her in dozens of small tasks, as they prepared themselves for the arrival. By the end of the day, she wished the emissary would arrive already and end all of the insanity.
Fortunately, her house had a privileged sight of the place where the vessel was supposed to land so she wouldn’t have to go join the people starting to assemble around the small hill.
“Are you excited, Aneksi?” her mother asked, as she joined her on the terrace. All of her family were gathered there, as well as all of the servants. No one wanted to miss an instant of the arrival.
“I’m more curious than excited, mother,” she assured the older woman, as she looked around.
Her mother let out a heavy sigh. “Why can’t you be like your sisters?” she grumbled, shaking her head.
“Perhaps, you should ask that question to the god’s emissary. He should know.” She teased her mother, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek.
The woman tried to keep her angry expression, but soon she was chuckling. Despite all of Aneksi’s rebellion, she wouldn’t change anything in her daughter.
As Ra started to descend in the skies, a deafening roar filled the air, and a huge vessel appeared in the heavens, slowly descending to the hill where it was expected.
She had to admit she was astonished. She had never seen anything like it, to the point she was having trouble describing it. But after a more careful look, she realized the vessel looked a lot like a dung beetle, divided into three main parts, the one similar to the head was lit entirely with a strange blue light.
The vessel landed gently in the warm sands of the desert, and from the central part of it, some sort of door slid open, and a rolling platform extended all the way down to
the ground.
A man appeared at the vessel’s entrance stopping to greet those expecting him. Aneksi could see he was wearing a golden mask with the features of the god he represented: Anubis, the jackal. He was followed by a few other men who appeared to be warriors.
The moment they reached the sand, the Pharaoh and his group approached to welcome the retinue, and after the greetings, they all headed to the palace, where their guest would be staying.
That night, they would have a feast at the palace but only those related to the Pharaoh were invited, and Aneksi’s family wasn’t on that list. They had been invited, instead, to a party at one of the city noble’s mansion, to celebrate the arrival of the god’s emissary. Aneksi wished she could be excused from attending such a dull gathering, but she knew it would be useless to even suggest such a thing to her mother.
In the end, the night hadn't been that bad. She had been able to speak to several of her friends, and they all had a different version of the last visits of the emissaries.
“My aunt was telling me this morning these men are incredibly handsome, once they take away those masks,” Berenib, her best friend, was saying.
“That would be a change,” Aneksi mumbled as the image of the man who had kissed her the night before filled her mind.
Her friend lowered her tone, speaking for Aneksi’s ears only. “She also told me; they usually chose a few women, to keep them company while they are here.”
“You have to be joking,” Aneksi protested.
“No! No one has ever said no to one of them. It’s a pleasure and our duty to serve those sent by the gods. Keeping them pleased will make our people prosperous and fortunate.” Her friend quickly replied, “I have to say I wouldn’t mind. Especially, if they are as handsome as my aunt told me.”
Aneksi shook her head, unable to understand. Perhaps, she wasn’t as religious as Berenib, but she saw nothing good at being treated like an entertaining toy to some man who probably had a family wherever they were from. But she kept her thoughts to herself, sure her friend would never understand her feelings.
