by Julie Law
She fought back against the woman, trying to turn around, to shake her grip off, but Bastet’s strength was impossible to overcome.
Bastet pressed her clawed hands against Hatshepsut’s sides, making the human female freeze in place. “If you refuse this, you’ll never be pharaoh. You wouldn’t deny your goddess, would you?” She whispered.
Hatshepsut shivered and stilled, stopping her struggles.
Bastet returned her attentions to Hatshepsut’s tunic, pushing it until it lay pooled above the queen’s breasts. The goddess’s hands wandered down the other woman’s body, touching her gently at first, stopping only when they dipped between Hatshepsut’s thighs.
The queen blanched – she wanted to be pharaoh above everything – but she wasn’t her little sister; she wasn’t ready to sell out her own body for the promise of a boon, not even to a goddess.
“But you’re not, little woman.” Bastet voice resonated unnaturally inside the sanctum, and the queen shivered again. “You’re going to spread your legs like a good little whore because your goddess commands you, not because you’ll profit from it.”
Hatshepsut swallowed, not knowing what to do. She didn’t dare defy Bastet, and she could feel the goddess’s hands on her thighs, touching, claiming. She knew she should simply resign herself to her fate, but she hated thinking like that; she wanted to tell the cat goddess to go fuck herself.
Behind her, Bastet smiled. She had to admit there was something fun about the queen, something that sparkled of defiance. It had been too long since any human dared to confront her, and she found herself enjoying it, even if Hatshepsut didn’t put much of a struggle.
With a thought, Bastet’s clothes dissolved into vapor, and her naked body revealed itself. She pressed her bare hips against Hatshepsut’s buttocks, watching as the woman’s flinched at the skin-to-skin contact.
The goddess let her hands move over Hatshepsut’s body, admiring the queen’s charms.
She touched Hatshepsut’s buttocks, letting her fingers linger for a few moments, before she moved them up, pressing against the queen’s small back, her touch feather light.
Bastet saw goose bumps appeared on the queen’s skin and smiled. “I need to ask you something, little queen. How do you like to be fucked?”
Hatshepsut gulped once again, and remained silent, refusing to answer.
“Oh wait,” Bastet smiled at the defiance. “I don’t care.”
She reached out and grabbed Hatshepsut’s hair, pulling, making the other woman arch into her. She just needed to think and her body changed, a cock growing between her thighs.
Gods and goddess didn’t have bodies like mortals did. They usually restricted themselves to a single form, but that was a preference.
Should Bastet wish to, she could chance her entire appearance, make herself male, or an animal of some kind, yet at her core she would remain female, because that was the gender she identified with.
She circled her cock with one hand, stroking, gripping Hatshepsut’s hair with the other. She had a task to do, but at least she would enjoy it fully.
Slowly, Bastet pressed her cock against Hatshepsut’s entrance, letting the hard flesh trace the woman’s nether lips, making her gasp in surprise.
The human female tried to turn her head around, wanting to see what the goddess was doing, but Bastet didn’t allow it, and she was forced to rely on her imagination to picture what was happening.
The cat goddess smiled, and kept her motion, waiting until she felt wetness gathering in the other woman’s cunt, Hatshepsut’s lips starting to glisten. She leaned forward then, contorting in a way human bodies shouldn’t be able to, her head poised on Hatshepsut’s shoulder.
“Well, maybe I was wrong before.” The goddess whispered, wanting to impose her control over the other woman. “Maybe you are a whore, you got excited enough at the thought of me fucking you.” She ended with a small push, letting the tip of her prick slide into the human queen.
Hatshepsut’s reply was a gasp, and the cat goddess smirked.
“You have nothing to say? Perhaps you’re accepting the truth of it.”
Bastet didn’t let Hatshepsut reply; she leaned down and licked the woman’s neck, then the top of her spine and trailed down.
Hatshepsut moaned, feeling much more pleasure that she should from suck a small gesture, but then maybe she shouldn’t be surprised – the one doing it was a goddess, a divine being.
Her pleasure only increased when one of Bastet’s hands cupped her breast, weighting it, fingers moving over the skin and pulling the nipple, then kneading the flesh. The goddess’s other hand never left Hatshepsut’s hair, forcing her to hold her head high, facing forward, and leaving her blind to Bastet’s actions.
It made the queen furious, at her inability to do anything against the goddess, being forced to remain still on her hands and knees, waiting to be mounted like a bitch by a dog.
“I would prefer some metaphor with cats, but I suppose your assessment isn’t entirely wrong.” Bastet replied to Hatshepsut’s thoughts with a smirk.
Bastet didn’t like the human – she hated those that refused to believe in her and those like her, in their will, but she knew Isis was right and that this woman was the one who had the best chance to make something they wanted happen – a woman assuming the role of pharaoh.
She and her fellow goddess hated how most of humankind’s societies relegated women to second place, as nothing more than entertainment, housekeepers and wives.
They wanted more for them.
Which was somewhat ironic, considering the way they were about to make their will come to be in Egypt, by fucking the queen like she was a piece of meat. Not that Bastet had pity for Hatshepsut – the woman clearly wanted to rule – she should be ready to pay the price of it, but it didn’t mean Bastet was blind to the sheer irony of it.
“I’m giving you the choice to say no, little queen?” Bastet spoke. “Do you want to say no, knowing you’ll never be pharaoh if that happens?”
Hatshepsut stilled, but shook her head, offering herself to Bastet. She needed to be pharaoh.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Bastet pushed into Hatshepsut, sinking her cock into the queen’s warm pussy.
She closed her eyes at the sensations she received from her newly-created member. Hatshepsut was tight, and Bastet enjoyed the way the woman’s nether lips clasped around her flesh, making her feel every inch of Hatshepsut she conquered.
The human woman tried to remain silent, wanting things to end as soon as possible, but she couldn’t. It felt too good, Bastet’s presence within her making her lose herself to pleasure, making her moan. Bastet was big, bigger than her husband had been, and her pussy was stretched trying to accommodate Bastet’s flesh.
The goddess moved back and forth, slowly pushing more and more of herself into the other woman, making them both writhe with pleasure. She kept playing with Hatshepsut’s breast, even while she drove forward, her cock disappearing in Hatshepsut’s depths.
Bastet thought about speaking some more, trying to rile up Hatshepsut against her, making her enjoy a bit of the queen’s inutile defiance, but she restrained herself, simply fucking the other woman.
She was feeling to urge to shout as she buried her cock again and again in Hatshepsut’s cunt, the pleasure mounting, the queen’s grip increasingly tight. Bastet knew she wouldn’t last long, and she didn’t mind.
Bastet released Hatshepsut’s hair and let her hand slowly move down the queen’s back, dipping it beneath her body and cupping the other woman’s mound, her digits against the clit, playing with it, teasing.
Hatshepsut moaned loudly in reply, her hips starting to move backwards. Whatever doubts or reluctance the queen previously had disappeared, and she thought only about her pleasure, about the feeling of Bastet’s hard cock moving inside of her, until it became too much and she reached her climax, arching into the goddess.
Bastet smiled as she heard Hatshepsut scream in rapture,
closing her eyes at her own enjoyment, her thrusts becoming faster and more fun, much more pleasurable.
She couldn’t resist and her hands closed around the other woman’s waist, steading Hatshepsut as Bastet started to slam into her, fucking her much harder than before.
Hatshepsut could only brace herself against the floor, her orgasm being extended by the goddess’s actions, her breasts bouncing back and forth in tandem with Bastet’s thrusts.
The goddess sheathed herself inside of the Egyptian queen with a shout, her cock throbbing and starting to release its seed. She stopped moving, letting it flow, and both women enjoying their highs.
Slowly they came down to earth and Bastet lay against Hatshepsut’s back, relaxing.
The queen let herself be for a few moments, but started moving when she believed Bastet wouldn’t mind.
“What are you doing?” Bastet questioned, her grip on the queen’s waist getting tighter. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
Hatshepsut opened her mouth to speak, but she felt Bastet’s cock hardening again, incredibly fast and the goddess mounted her, her weight keeping Hatshepsut down, forcing her to spread her legs further.
Bastet once again took Hatshepsut from behind, moving faster, harder, making it almost painful, and yet the human queen started to feel that fire in her groin, feeling the pleasure rising.
Their motions were more vigorous, and soon enough they both came again, Bastet’s seed filling the other woman. The goddess rose to her feet then, her gait slow and relaxed.
Hatshepsut turned and faced her, while seated on the ground. In her eyes, Bastet saw anger, rebelliousness, wounded pride. She didn’t like it – the mortal should be proud to have lain with her.
She reached forward and grabbed the queen’s hair, her grip tight. “I don’t like the look in your eyes, little queen.” She willed it and her cock hardened again.
Hatshepsut tried to look away, but the goddess didn’t allow her.
“You know what I want, woman.” Bastet said with anger, her grip getting tighter, pulling the other woman up, making Hatshepsut straighten her back. “Get to it, your goddess commands you.”
The queen fumed and tried to look away. When she failed, she sighed, and leaned forward, poising her lips against the prick’s head, letting her tongue lap at it.
Bastet smiled as the other woman started to pleasure her, her grip getting lighter, her hand running over Hatshepsut’s head. Bit by bit, the human went further, her hands poised against Bastet’s thighs, her mouth opening and swallowing the hard cock.
Hatshepsut bobbed over the hard flesh, moving back and forth, again and again, her tongue lapping at it. The queen could taste her own sex on Bastet’s flesh, the goddess’s remaining seed, and she found herself resisting the urge to moan at the flavor.
Bastet knew how affected she was, but remained silent, simply holding unto the queen’s head. She started moving her hips, slowly fucking Hatshepsut’s face.
It didn’t take long; Bastet’s cock had been well exercised by Hatshepsut’s cunt. With a breathy moan she came in the queen’s mouth, her seed running over her tongue and into her throat, making Hatshepsut swallow her goddess’s seed.
Bastet didn’t release the other woman until she was completely spent, and then she moved away, a smile on her lips.
Hatshepsut got up, ignoring the presence of the goddess, slowly rolling down her tunic, trying to straighten it. She didn’t look at Bastet, not wanting to call for the goddess’s attentions.
“If I wanted you again, looking away from me wouldn’t help you.” Bastet said, smiling. “I only made you use your mouth on me because your attitude irritated me, you should learn to be more respectful.”
“I’m the queen of Egypt; I also deserve respect.” Hatshepsut snapped looking at where the other woman had been, but finding no one there.
Indeed, the moment Hatshepsut blinked, Bastet disappeared, as if she was never there. Only the taste on her mouth and the aches on her knees and pussy convinced Hatshepsut what happened had been real.
She looked around for a few moments, trying to find some trace of Bastet, but gave up soon enough and prepared to leave the temple, making sure no one could divine what happened, for surely she would never forget it.
Chapter 3
Amenemhet was one of the more powerful generals in the military and, if Hatshepsut wasn’t mistaken, he was the one backing up Amaunet. She could see it in the way he spoke to her, an almost mocking gait to his gaze.
He wouldn’t have dared look at her like that while her husband was alive, but now he seemed too confident, as if he believed her power was at an end.
He still didn’t dare disrespect her directly – she was the queen of Egypt after all, but she wasn’t fooled by his demeanor and she would make him pay for it if she became pharaoh.
For the moment though, she had to swallow her pride and make small talk, without alerting him to her suspicions.
“How are the preparations for the new campaign in Nubia?” She asked, smiling, letting him think she was more worried about getting revenge on those that killed her husband.
“Everything is in order, my lady.” Amenemhet replied, smiling back at her. “I’m quite confident everything will go according to plan.”
“That’s good to hear.” She said, before assuming a more serious disposition. She gestured for one of her handmaidens to fill the general’s cup. “I would also like to speak to you about my husband’s succession.”
Amenemhet didn’t reply immediately, but he let his gaze move over to her attendants, and she gestured for them to leave her, to give them privacy. He smiled at her.
“I have to be sincere my lady.” The general started with a tone of voice that was anything but. “The line of succession is clear in these cases; your husband’s older male child should inherit.”
“Should?” She questioned, tilting her head and smiling at him.
He smiled back. “In this case, the child is barely more than a toddler, and perhaps a stronger leader should be chosen.”
“If I made a bid for the title, would you support me?”
He looked hesitant, but Hatshepsut knew it wasn’t real. “I could be persuaded to do so.”
“What would you want?” She asked him, curious. If he wasn’t too greedy, she might fulfil his request, and in one swift maneuver undermine her younger sister’s support and increase her own.
Amenemhet poised his hand on her knee and started to rub, his smiled turning lecherous, showing yellow teeth.
Hatshepsut resisted the urge to slap him and call for the guards, but it wasn’t easy. His touch sickened her.
She would not spread her legs like a whore to a beast like him, not like her younger sister had done. It was enough to remember Bastet’s hands on her body the day before, how the goddess treated her almost like a prostitute, when she had no way to possibly refuse her advances.
Hatshepsut didn’t understand why the cat goddess behaved as she did, but she comforted herself in the knowledge that only someone so far above her as Bastet could dominate her so.
Without a word she got up, letting his hand fall to the ground.
His eyes widened and turned to the door, where her guards stood.
“I will be pharaoh, general, and it’s a shame you’ve preferred to stand with my sister instead of me, but I’m sure you’ll eventually see the error of your way. Pray it won’t be too late.”
Amenemhet got up and nodded, turning his back on her and leaving without bowing, disrespecting her once again.
She would make him pay for that, eventually, but for now she couldn’t risk making a move and it backfiring on her.
The rest of the day was a blur. She met with nobles, other army officers and artisans. She tried to find supporters where she could, allies, people who would help her, and at the end of it she was exhausted, only wanting a bath and to get on her bed.
Her handmaidens bathed her with all care, their hands carrying her worries away
, making her relax. A simple white tunic adorned her afterwards and she moved to her room.
Hatshepsut had barely stepped inside when the doors closed with a bang, stopping her people from following her. She looked around, eyes wide, but the only thing out of the ordinary where two naked women longing on her bed.
She stilled and let her eyes rove over them. They were beautiful; tall and strong, large breasts, hypnotic gazes. It didn’t take long for Hatshepsut to spot some inhuman features, and she realized what the two beings were.
She kneeled and bowed her head, prostrating herself before them.
“See Hathor, this is the advantage of sending Bastet first. Now at least she believes in us and shows respect.”
Hathor didn’t reply, but she got up from the bed and moved towards Hatshepsut. She reached down and ran a hand through the queen’s head, caressing her, and then pulling her chin up.
“There is no need to fear us, child.” Her voice was like honey. “We are not here to harm you, quite the opposite.”
Her eyes shone with so much love and compassion that Hatshepsut almost broke into tears. She gazed at the goddess’s face, and then at the cow horns that adorned it. They were smaller than those of a real cow, but Hatshepsut still found herself intimidated by them.
Hathor smiled at Hatshepsut, and her horns receded, until her head was that of a regular woman. The human queen lowered her eyes, for the first time feeling she was not worthy to face someone.
Hathor reached out with her hands, holding Hatshepsut against her chest and carrying her to the bed, bridal-style.
The human blushed like she had during her first night with her husband, feeling her heart beat faster than ever. In Hathor’s arms she felt safe, loved, desired and cared for, unlike with Bastet the day before.
It was something she had rarely felt in her life, the obligations of her position weighting too much on her back.
Gently, Hathor lowered her to the bed and climbed in, putting Hatshepsut between both goddesses.
The queen only had eyes for Hathor, the goddess of love, at least until she felt a hand on her shoulder, which made her turn and gaze at the other woman. She looked at the antelope horns adorning the goddess’s head and realized she was Satet, the goddess of fertility.
