She longed to be between Anoksia's legs; to provide her with the pleasure that she now sought from Mal. She wanted to see them; wanted to see what Malokiv could do, that she couldn't. Pushing lightly on the door, she peered into the room. Anoksia was perched across the bed on her hands and knees with her legs spread far apart. Pale moonlight slanted across the Priestess's body, highlighting every delectable curve. Her shiny black hair hung, half covering her face.
Malokiv stood beside the bed with his broad hands wrapped tightly around Anok's hips. His long, thick cock jutted up slightly, the tip lingered at Anok's tight little hole.
Lyssian remained in the shadows and watched as Anoksia pushed back against Malokiv's rod, impaling herself slowly. As the inches disappeared into Anok's tight cunt, the sight sent hot tingles shooting through Lyssian's body and made her dripping wet between her legs.
Shame heated her cheeks as she continued to spy on the couple. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help herself. Mesmerized, she watched Mal's hands as they lovingly caressed Anoksia's buttocks. He squeezed her cheeks and pulled them apart, occasionally rubbing his thumb around her puckered hole. Anoksia writhed against him, her soft panting sounds growing louder.
Lyssian slid her hands over the thin linen of her nightshirt and cupped her plump, firm breasts, using her thumbs to rub over her sensitive little tips. Her nipples hardened, painfully so, and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. As quietly as possible, she massaged her rosy buds, squeezing and pinching, causing jolts of pleasure to unfurl all the way to the pit of her stomach, and even lower. She squeezed her thighs together, her muscles tensed as pleasure pulsated between her legs.
She watched as Malokiv pulled himself from Anoksia's pussy, his cock glistened in the moonlight with her slick juices.
Lyssian's mouth watered, wondering what Anoksia's sweet nectar would taste like on Mal's manhood. She wished she could just shove open the door and climb onto the bed beside Anok and wrap her mouth around his glistening hardness.
Truthfully, she cared little for the High Priest, but he was rather handsome and seemed to know what he was doing, judging by Anoksia's cries of ecstasy.
Mal slid his hands around to cup Anok's breasts, his fingers dug into her fleshy globes as he shoved himself into her over and over. He licked Anoksia's back as he squeezed her tits.
Lyssian couldn't take it anymore. Breathing heavily, she slid her hand down between her thighs and parted her slick, pink folds. She stroked her tingling, throbbing clit with swift, little strokes. Using her other hand, she pushed two fingers into her wetness in perfect rhythm with Malokiv's thrusting.
It was too easy to imagine him taking her instead of Anoksia.
Without any warning a hand slipped around Lyssian's head from behind and cupped her mouth as if to keep her from screaming. Fear seized her and she felt a rush of hot adrenaline burning through her veins. Her heart pounded in her erratically against her chest. She was frozen in fear; too afraid to move. Had one of the Palace Guards come by and caught her, or was it someone else? Unable to move, or cry out, she waited for her unknown assailant to reveal himself; to berate her for stalking her young mistress and her husband.
Instead of reprimands, she felt something hard nudging against her ass.
'Oh Sweet Isis! I'm really in trouble now!' she thought.
Before she could pull away from her would-be assailant, she was swiftly turned around to face him. Her gaze darted up and locked on Nave, the Pharaoh's eldest son.
Her eyes widened in surprise. Being caught by a guard would have been humiliating. Being caught by the Pharaoh's son was beyond anything she could imagine. She wished at that moment the grounds would rip open and swallow her whole. She sent up a silent prayer to any God who might take mercy on her and take her away! Even if it meant spending an eternity in Hades she wouldn't care, as long as she didn't have to explain herself to the young Prince!
Nave smirked at her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Each second she waited, her pulse quickened until she just knew her heart was going to beat its way out of her chest. Fear tightened her nerves, making her stomach do somersaults.
Instead of knocking on the High Priest's door and handing her over for punishment, he gave her a little push, shoving her into the corner where a column and wall met
In the shadows with his hand still pressed against her mouth, he used his knee to push her thighs apart.
She gasped against his palm, the sound muffled, her eyes wide and unblinking.
His heated gaze bore down on hers, filled with question.
Was he asking permission to have his way with her?
With a slight nod of her head, she gave herself to him. How could she not? He didn't have to ask, he could just take her if he wanted, he was the Pharaoh's son after all! The fact that he wanted her made her knees weak.
As he lowered his hand, he leaned in and softly whispered, "Little bird, you like watching others mate?" His tone was sultry and his breath was feathery soft against her ear.
She couldn't find her voice to answer him, still frozen with a mixture of fear and awe.
As if aware of his effect on her, he chuckled and pulled the string of her night dress, loosening it so that it fell to the side, baring one plump breast. Her pink nipple was already pebble hard from where she'd been playing with it.
He swooped his head down and drug the flat of his tongue over her areola, wetting her little tip as he clamped his teeth onto it, biting gently.
She groaned and he lifted his hand to silence her, pressing his palm against her mouth. "Shhh." Keeping his hand firmly planted across her lips, he took her nipple into his mouth again and rolled his tongue around. He pushed the fabric to the opposite side baring her other breast and cupped it with his free hand, using his thumb to flicker back and forth across her fleshy globe. Goosebumps tightened the skin around her nipple.
She purred, feeling light headed from the sheer pleasure. "Mmm."
Prince Nave pulled at the linen fabric hard enough to rip it. He shoved it down beyond her slender hips as he lowered his head, kissing just below her supple breasts. He slithered his tongue down her belly, lazily circling her belly-button.
Her stomach tensed with anticipation as he knelt before her.
He tugged the remaining fabric from her body and rocked back onto his heels to admire her soft curves. His devilish, hot gaze raked across her flushed skin.
'Please,' she silently pleaded, desperately needing to feel his hands, his tongue, his cock. She wanted him to fuck her senseless, to fill her aching, wet hole in the same way that Mal had taken Anok.
She writhed against the wall as Nave faintly traced a fingertip along the crease of her slit, the touch almost enough to push her over the edge. Almost.
She sucked in her breath through clenched teeth as he leaned in, his stubble tickling her skin as he softly bit into her mound, just above her pussy. She gasped at the roughness of his mouth, so very different from what she'd ever experienced with Anoksia. His breath was hot against her flushed skin as he teased her with his tongue, relentlessly kissing her everywhere but there.
"Please!" she groaned, wanting his tongue on her clit. "Please, oh please!" she whispered urgently.
She bit down on her bottom lip as he finally dipped into her pink folds, lapping at her silky juices. His tongue wiggled around her clit, circling it as he grazed his teeth across her sensitive flesh. He sucked it into his mouth while thrusting his fingers into her slick channel, probing deeply.
It was too much to bear. Her body jerked and she felt as if her knees would buckle. She shuddered against his tongue and fingers, feeling as if the torrents of pleasure would never end. He licked her without mercy, insistent strokes of his tongue across her swollen little bud, lapping away until she dug her fingers into his muscular, broad shoulders. "Oh gods," she moaned as the heady scent of her orgasm thickened the air.
Nave stood and swiped his thumb beneath his low
er lip, wiping away her juices while grinning. Pressing his body against hers, he took her hands and pushed them above her head, holding them in place by clasping her wrists together.
Their eyes locked for a tantalizing moment.
With one hand holding her wrists firmly in place, he tugged at the front of his robe, pulling it open and revealing himself to her.
She stole a glance down as he rubbed himself against her wetness, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock. He was magnificent, every muscle taut and toned, rippling beneath the faint torch light coming from the far end of the corridor.
Her dark gaze lowered, focusing on the bit of hair just above his manhood. Gasping, her breath caught in the back of her throat and she couldn't help but to have a moment of panic. He was so big. Not just long but thick too. The head was swollen and a purplish red color, the length of it was stiff with a vein running along the side.
'How is that going to fit inside of me!' she worried.
Her gaze sought his and as she opened her mouth to question him. He pressed his lips to hers and lapped at her tongue, silencing whatever she might have said.
He scooped her up into his arms and braced her against the wall, ready to plunge his length into her. Watching the expression on her face, he asked softly "Have you mated before?"
She shook her head.
His look became possessive as he covered her mouth once more. The kiss deepened as he pushed into her.
Lyssian tensed as her body stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. She could feel the length of him filling her and after he shoved all the way in, he held still, keeping her pressed against the wall.
The pain slowly ebbed, replaced by delicious sensations unfurling low in her belly.
He pulled back and eased himself forward, starting a slow rhythm of his cock slipping in and out of her slick, wet pussy.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he took her. Their tongues melded against one another, his kiss demanding and hot as he drove himself into her, over and over.
Moments later he spilled his seed deep into her belly.
"You are mine."
The next morning, Lyssian moved around as if in a daze, her thoughts filled with the Prince. She barely said two words as she prepared Anoksia for temple.
The Priestess studied her intently, "Something is different about you today. You're quiet..."
Lyssian lifted her gaze from where she knelt between Anoksia's thighs. She'd been drawing new tattoos with henna, staining the young Priestess skin with hieroglyphs to bring protection and fortune. "Am I?"
"Yes. And there's something else..." Anok said, her keen gaze locked upon her handmaiden's face.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," she said with a slight blush.
"Do you not?" Anok raked her fingers through Lyssian's hair, "Are you upset with me? Is it because of Malokiv? I know you and I have hardly had any time together lately but I've just been so busy with the Temple and Mal..." she said sheepishly.
"It's nothing, really. I am just a little tired, that's all," she said, desperately wanting to reveal her adventures with the young Prince. She wanted to blurt it out; to add that she was sore from where he had ravaged her. A part of her desperately wanted to talk about her experience but another part, a selfish part, wanted to keep it all to herself.
Anok nodded slowly as if unconvinced, "If you say. Something is on your mind. I've never seen you like this!" Anoksia exclaimed, her kohl-lined, almond shaped gaze intent upon her handmaiden. "Tell me."
"I...I just miss being with you," she confessed, which wasn't a lie.
Anoksia wet her lips, "And I miss being with you."
"So what's it like? Being with a man?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"It's delicious. It's like nothing we've ever done before and I want you to know this feeling, Lys." Anoksia took Lyssian by the hand and pulled her up, "Come, let us play. I have time before I'm needed in the Temple."
Lyssian shook her head, "No, you needn't worry about me, mistress, I'll be fine."
Anok smiled playfully, "But I want to show you something. Please, come lie on the bed."
The handmaiden nodded, "If it pleases you." Lys moved to the bed and stretched out on her back, remembering how Malokiv had fucked Anoksia in this very spot. She grew aroused just thinking about it.
"Mal had this made for me, for when he is away." Anok smirked mischievously as she sat down on the bed beside her, holding an ornate box. She pushed the lid off and pulled out a long piece of jade in the shape of a phallus.
"Mistress?" Lys stared at the jade, marveling at the detail, "Is it like his? In size, I mean."
Anoksia grabbed a jar of oil from beside the bed. "Nearly identical." Anok dipped the phallus into the warm oil then ran it beneath Lyssian's robe, pushing the tip against Lys's slit.
Lyssian groaned at the abrupt contact. Her fingers curled into the fabric beneath her. She writhed against the bed as Anoksia teased her opening, running the musky oil in between her slippery folds.
"It is no comparison to what a real man feels like," Anokisa said as she eased the smoothened jade into Lyssian's tight hole. "To truly appreciate a man you have to feel the weight of him baring down on you. Men are so delightful, their hands so rough, their bodies so big and smothering and the way they touch...mmmm." Anok pushed into Lyssian's wetness. "Can you imagine it?"
"Yes, Mistress," she answered softly, half groaning.
"Imagine a big cock inside of you, gliding in and out like this." Anoksia gave her short strokes, pumping in and out as she used her other hand to cup Lyssian's breast over her robe. She pinched her nipple, toying with the taut little bud. "Does it feel good?"
"Mmm, yes Mistress. It feels so good."
"You like having this big cock in your tight little pussy?" Anok cooed sensually. "You want to have a real one reaming you?"
"Oh yes Mistress!" Lyssian exclaimed breathlessly, "I love it!"
Anoksia pulled Lyssian's robe to the side, freeing her perky breasts. She leaned over and lapped at Lyssian's rosy nipple, suckling and biting while she plunged the jade phallus even deeper.
A throaty groan escaped her lips as she arched her back. "Oh Mistress, oh sweet Isis, I can't..." She closed her eyes, letting her imagination carry her away. She thought of Nave, of how his cock felt inside of her.
"You can," Anok encouraged in between licks, "Cum for me. Let me hear you moan while I fuck you deep."
She groaned a long, drawn out sound as she bucked her hips, pushing against each thrust, tasking the jade phallus deeper and deeper.
Lyssian shuddered as climax tore through her, her body twisting against the bed like a serpent slithering across hot stone. Her inner muscles clinched the phallus as her hips rocked into Anok's hand, riding out the delicious, mind-blowing waves of pleasure.
"Mmm, doesn't it feel wonderful?" Anok asked as she brought the jade to her lips and licked it.
"Yes!" Lyssian panted, trying to catch her breath. "Mistress...I wish to tell you something."
"Go on..." Anok said, grinning. "You know, I've missed the taste of you."
A loud banging against the chamber door interrupted their conversation.
"Enter," Anoksia answered as she climbed off the bed.
Lyssian barely had time to cover herself as two of the royal guards pushed the door open and stepped into the room. "Priestess." Each lowered their head respectfully.
Anoksia stood, the gold shimmery fabric of her dress fell into place, "Yes?"
"We have orders to bring your handmaiden to the Pharaoh."
Anoksia looked surprised, "Very well..." she knew better than to question the Pharaoh's orders, but she couldn't help but give Lyssian a curious look. "She will need a moment to dress."
The soldiers turned their backs to her as she tumbled out of the bed and pulled her robe on. She slid her feet into her sandals, "I'm ready."
Lyssian followed the soldiers obediently, nervous butterflies tumbled about in the pit
of her stomach. She could only imagine the trouble she was in. By the time they reached the throne room, perspiration had covered her body in a thick sheen.
She paused beneath the archway with her escorts, standing quietly as a Roman envoy approached the Pharaoh. Glancing about, she drank in every detail of the opulent room, a place she'd not likely see again. Oil lamps lit the chamber, standing on pedestals scattered about. The Pharaoh sat upon a throne made of gold and lapis lazuli. He was surrounded by guards and several High Priests. Nave, his son, stood beside him, his gaze hot upon her. She could feel heat rising up her throat and flushing her face.
Once the Roman envoy had concluded their business and taken their leave, Lyssian was beckoned forward. Apprehensively, she forced one foot in front of the other and approached the throne. She bowed deeply and lowered her head.
"Rise." His voice was loud and powerful, just like she had imagined. She straightened and clasped her fingers behind her back to keep them from trembling.
"My son has requested your presence for his quest into Amenta. You will leave at sunrise."
She nodded, knowing she didn't have a choice in the matter.
The next morning Lyssian met Nave by the Royal Temple. He gave her a roguish smile as he approached and took her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles lightly, "I trust you slept well?"
"No. Not at all," she admitted honestly. "I wasn't permitted to return to my chambers last night. They took me to the per-khemret. A section within the Palace, private rooms for the Queen, lesser wives, and concubines.
He laughed, his even white teeth lighting up his face, "You must get used to it, you will not be returning to your duties."
"Then what shall I be doing, if not serving Anoksia?"
He brushed her hair from her face then clasped her chin as he leaned in to whisper against her mouth, "Me."
Heat scorched her cheeks, "...you?"
"You belong to me now. Your duties will be to satisfy my every whim."
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