Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

by Shakir Rashaan

  This time, I was well prepared for the confrontation.

  Earlier in my journey, I will admit, I was in awe of Master Seti. Sure, I’d been active in the scene in Atlanta for a long time with Amenhotep, but I had rarely ventured outside of the state much, except for business purposes, which left very little room to attend the scenes when I ventured into Chicago, L.A., Philadelphia, or any of the other cities my business took me to.

  The first time I came to Virginia with Amenhotep to meet Seti, I was on edge, scared to say the wrong thing to him during our interactions. After all, I was a rookie for the most part, and I was still trying to keep from embarrassing my mentor.

  Not anymore.

  The guard was changing.

  His body language changed, relenting to the fact he would not be getting his way this time. A smile spread across his face, and he extended his hand toward me.

  “So, what did You have in mind for this particular location, Sir?” Seti asked me without another shred of disgust or contempt in his voice. “I want all of the details to take to the persons I know will make this work in this part of the country better than on the West Coast.”

  From there, for the next six hours, we hashed out the same details, with some changes Seti wanted different from Deshret, which I suspected he wanted mainly to keep from copying his brother completely.

  All that was needed was a name.

  After the discourse we’d just gone through, I didn’t dare try to presume anything else, and I wanted this to continue as smoothly as possible.

  “Do You have any ideas, Sir?” I asked, more feeling the effects of the jet lag than anything. My creative juices were completely shot, although I had jotted a few ideas down, but I saved this conversation for a strategic purpose, to stroke his ego.

  I waited for his wheels to grind a bit, and Seti didn’t disappoint, taking his index finger and stroking it along the side of his temple.

  Out of the blue, the name of the compound seemed to come to him. “Thebes.”

  This, of course, is in correlation to the former capital city of ancient Egypt. It was a fitting parallel, considering the location of the compound was near the U.S. capital.

  “I believe that will work, Sir,” I concurred with the name choice.

  “You think so, Ramesses?”

  “Master Seti, I couldn’t have come up with a better name for this particular location, and I am honored You would be involved with this endeavor. I thank You, and Master Amenhotep thanks You as well.”

  “Speaking of Amenhotep, I suspect He will be in attendance to the collaring ceremony?” he queried.

  “Yes, Sir, Neferterri has probably gotten in touch with Him to make Him aware. If I know Him, He will be back in Atlanta in a couple weeks,” I answered. “Would You and the girls like to attend, Sir?”

  “Consider it an honor, Ramesses,” Seti responded after taking my extended hand back to him to shake.

  nadia entered the room and assumed her kneeling position near her Master’s presence. “Master, dinner is ready, Master.”

  I tried to take my eyes off nadia, but she looked better without clothing than with the outfit she’d had on escorting me to the limousine.

  Seti noticed this, and without missing a beat, commanded, “slave nadia, you may escort our guest to the dining room, as reward for following protocol in escorting Him home.”

  nadia nodded, adjusting her position toward me. “It would be my honor to escort You to Your place in the dining room, m’Lord. If it pleases You, i can prepare the plate for You also.”

  “Thank you, My dear, and thank You, Sir, for Your accepting the proposal.” nadia took my arm to lead me to the dining area. “I believe that You won’t be disappointed with the end result and the possibilities.”

  THIRTEEN SAJIRA

  “I’m home, baby.”

  I stepped through the door, shouting throughout the house. shamise was a step behind me, taking the surroundings in for a bit.

  We started in the kitchen in search of my husband, then moving to the living room, following the faint noises coming from the basement of our home. Considering it was the midst of basketball season, the “man cave” became the logical spot Ice would be.

  I blew out some air. In passing the kitchen, I saw the dishes hadn’t been done, which meant he had been down there the entire day. It irritated me to no end. I didn’t ask much of him on his off-days except some minor chores around the house, and he’d been increasingly neglecting those chores the past few weeks.

  That was about to come to an abrupt halt.

  As we walked downstairs, the smell of hot wings and beer filled my nostrils, and I could hear the sounds of the commentators coming into audible focus. I could nearly predict what I was about to see when we finally found him.

  Sure enough, lying in his recliner, passed out and smelling of Coronas, was Ice. He wasn’t quite snoring, but from the sounds I knew all too well, he was about twenty minutes from reaching that pitch.

  I shook him awake, the frustration evident in my voice. “Ice, wake up. I need to talk to you.”

  He woke up with a start, trying hard to focus his eyes on the source of his sudden abrupt awakening. “What the…oh, it’s you. I thought you were out with your family.”

  shamise sized up my husband, regarding his demeanor before she greeted him. “It’s good to see you, too, Ice. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” I could tell she was trying to diffuse the tension building between us.

  “It’s damn good to see you, Scarlett. So, when you gonna stick around for good? I thought you were out in L.A. with your husband? I can’t believe Kane let you marry that punk ass.” Ice was slurring all over his words, which added to my embarrassment.

  “I thought you were supposed to be cleaning up the house while I was gone?” I asked him, trying to avoid the stench on his breath from the beer.

  “Well, I didn’t feel like it at the time,” Ice gruffly answered, glancing sideways at shamise and giving a sly smile. For a minute, I felt like he was trying to show out for her benefit, and I was not about to have that.

  I composed myself a bit. I was not about to have this get ugly, especially when I wanted shamise to stay with us. The last thing I needed was to see the tension and decide she really didn’t want to be caught up in some madness.

  Ice kept it up. “So, what are you doing here anyway? I thought you weren’t going to be home for at least another few hours because you had some tasks to complete or whatnot?”

  “We got done with our tasks early, and I need to ask you something,” I knew he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to hear this, but at that point I really didn’t care. “shamise is back in town, but she’s needing a place to stay until she closes on the house she’s buying in a month or two. I was thinking she could stay here with us; would that be all right?”

  Now, let me tell you something about Ice: He was very territorial when it came to the house. Friends and family didn’t do overnight stays because he was difficult to deal with and because of the rules he expected people to abide by while in “his house.” Our nieces and nephews hated staying with Uncle Ice as the rules were too strict

  So, imagine my complete surprise when my husband looked shamise up and down like she was the next dessert after dinner was over and said without hesitation, “Sure, she’s welcome to stay as long as she needs to. Mistress always says we should help our own whenever we can.”

  I reached my boiling point.

  “What the fuck?” I completely lost it. “So you mean to tell me all these damn years you’ve been giving people…not people, family…grief about staying one night here, and because your Mistress said so, now all of a sudden, we’re the goddamn Holiday Inn?”

  Ice didn’t bat an eyelash, and I noticed he wasn’t as drunk as he was before. I didn’t know if that was going to worry me or anger me more. “I don’t think you heard me, woman. If shamise wants to stay, she’s welcome to stay for as long as she wants.”

  I fe
lt my hand ball into a fist; he had one more snap remark to make before he found himself holding his jaw on the couch. I met his eyes, coming within breathing space of where he stood, daring him to say something else.

  A hand across my shoulder slowed me down.

  “sajira…sajira, let it go, sis,” I heard shamise calling from behind me, and I felt her presence surround me. “He’s a little lit right now, but we have the answer you wanted, so, help me with the bags in the car, please?”

  I poked Ice in the chest with my fingers a few times before I told him, “You better be lucky she was here to keep me sane, Ice. I can’t believe what’s gotten into you lately.”

  “Naw, baby, I see things much more clearly than I have in a long time,” Ice shot back, taking another swig of his Corona. “Some things will be changing around here soon; I can promise you that.”

  It took me a few hours to calm down, but having my sis there helped tremendously.

  The claps of thunder and the exquisite sounds of a passion storm kept shamise and me company as we wound down from a productive day.

  “i swear, his Mistress is gonna be the death of him,” I mused out loud. I didn’t want to drudge it back up because the flow was so mellow, but I had to get it off my chest.

  “Stop worrying about it, sis; you’re going to ruin my buzz from this wine,” I heard shamise reply.

  We were sitting in one of the guest bedrooms, which had now become her semi-permanent home. She lay across one of the love seats in the bedroom while I sprawled across the Goddess-size bed in the middle of the room. We were enjoying glasses of a bottle of Vernaccia di San Gimignano wine, which was a gift from Ramesses and Neferterri for my birthday a couple of months ago.

  God, I loved it when they spoiled me, and I spoiled them, too.

  We were getting rather tipsy and really, really cozy and comfortable with each other, especially after Ice had finally crashed on the couch for the night. So, it gave us some time to actually do some real girl talk amongst ourselves, without our Dominants sneaking a peek or eavesdropping on the conversation.

  “i forgot how spoiled rotten we are,” shamise said as she continued to sip from her glass.

  “It’s one of the things i love most about them. i read it on the boards online about how some of the other girls are pissed their Dominants hardly acknowledge much of anything.”

  “Yeah, sis, they do have a way to definitely make you want to please them, especially when you get to enjoy some of the finer comforts of the House.” I poured another glass.

  We were both naked underneath the robes that we wore, and I stole looks at shamise’s body while we were giggling our heads off. Her legs were to die for, with her being nearly six feet tall and all. We’re both thick girls, and I had the more ample hips and thighs, but she had the ass to match, and her breasts were more than a handful. Considering that Daddy had large hands, that’s saying a lot.

  Not that our Dominants cared either way, though. We both get used, and used quite well now that I thought about it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  From head to toe, I lusted and blushed at the things I wanted to do to her on her first night here at the house. Technically, we never got a chance to “consummate” the sisterly bond between us, which was something I fantasized about the entire time she’d been gone from us. I wanted to taste her, I wanted her to taste me, and it was getting me extremely moist having the thoughts that invaded my mind.

  The wine didn’t hurt matters, either.

  The storm outside amplified the storm stirring from within the depths of my sex, and I was ready to immerse myself inside of the nasty images of our bodies melding together in our own private passion. In fact, the nastier the thoughts I had became, the warmer my body felt with each passing second.

  “i really want you, shamise.” I heard the words flow so freely from my lips that it nearly scared me. “i can feel my pussy throbbing at the thought of tasting you.”

  shamise didn’t bat an eyelash. She slid off the love seat and slowly made her way over to where I was on the bed. The wine had her balance a little off, so she resorted to crawling across the carpet and meeting me at the foot of the bed.

  “Kiss me, sajira,” she whispered.

  Our lips met, our tongues began to mingle and explore for the first time since she’d asked to be a part of the House again. The shivers the kiss sent across my clit were indescribable. My nerves were on edge, and I could feel every waft of her breath on my skin.

  My own breathing became shallow, as my mind tried to realize what I had visualized all those months was actually coming to a climactic conclusion. This was no longer a dream, and the ever-building tsunami present between my thighs was clear and indisputable proof of that reality.

  shamise broke our kiss, letting her hands roam from my breasts to my hips, opening my robe to get a better look at my body. I shivered at the thought of what could have been going through her mind as she tasted my nipples, running them between her teeth. I could feel the sweet stinging as she bit them hard enough to make me moan at the sensation.

  I readjusted my position at the edge of the bed, spreading my legs to welcome her between them. shamise wrapped her arms around the small of my back, which only made me succumb more to the scene between us. She kissed me once more, slightly grabbing my hair as her tongue probed my mouth deeper this time, sealing our mouths to where it seemed like she was taking my breath away. I heard her moans through our embrace, feeling her nails raking down my back as the kiss continued.

  “i’ve been wanting to do this ever since i came home,” she whispered after breaking our kiss again. “i needed this, and i know you’ve been dreaming about me, too.”

  God, I hated when I was so transparent.

  “i want you, too, baby,” I answered with slight tears in my eyes. “you have no idea how badly i wanted this to happen.”

  The smirk that spread across her face let me know I didn’t have to say anything. My body had already told her everything she wanted to hear.

  She pushed against my chest, laying me down on top of the comforter. Feeling the plush fabric only enhanced the silky-smooth sensations flowing through me, and once her tongue began to explore my clit, if I could have melted like warm butter, I would have at that very moment.

  “Ohhh my God, baby, that’s it.” I pulled shamise to invade my sex. “i want you to, please, take it.”

  “you taste so good, sis, mmmm,” shamise uttered as she took her time tasting me, savoring me as much as she savored the wine we were drinking earlier.

  I hadn’t been this nervous since being with Neferterri last year, and she still made me nervous every time I was in her presence. But it was a different nervousness with shamise, probably because it was a different energy with the two of us.

  I felt her teasing the insides of my thighs, and it was driving me insane because I wanted her to make me come. My clit was on the edge of explosion, and I couldn’t stop screaming in my head for her to take me over the edge so I could come all over her face.

  She must have read my body language and heard my silent pleas. shamise instinctively buried her face inside my lips and teased my clit until I couldn’t take any more. I grabbed furiously at the comforter to keep from screaming loudly, but I was failing miserably as my tone became a series of oh-my-Gods and fuck-me-I’m-going-to-comes.

  “i can feel you coming, baby; come for me,” shamise directed, replacing her tongue with two fingers, voraciously finger-fucking my pussy into oblivion. “Give me that pussy, baby.”

  I was over the edge before I knew what was happening, and the wave that crashed over me left me feeling like I couldn’t breathe. shamise spread my legs farther apart and moved up to my face and kissed me as I felt wave after wave consume my whole body. I shook uncontrollably as my body betrayed me in ways I couldn’t control. I was in tears by the time my orgasm subsided.

  “i’m glad you’re staying with us.” I was still trying to catch my breath as shamise pulled
the comforter over us and snuggled with me. “But a few more nights like this and i might not want you to leave.”

  FOURTEEN RAMESSES

  What a trip!

  My mind was about taxed to its limits in dealing with Seti.

  But it was worth the trip. Everything was going according to the plans that Amenhotep and I had set to motion. Plans to complete the circle and bring the balance back to the Neb’net Maa’kheru by having Seti and Osiris strike an accord and bury the animosity between them.

  The “Society” had not been the same, nor had it been able to grow in number, since the two brothers had the tiff they’d had ten years ago. That was when keket, the slave who now served Osiris, had once been in service to Seti. Fate stepped in, as Seti was more into building his Poly family, while Osiris was more inclined to a more personal M/s relationship. keket was enamored with Osiris from first introduction and requested release from Seti a few months after that meeting. Although keket waited nearly six months before engaging Osiris for servitude, Seti never forgave his brother for the affront.

  In my mind, things needed to change, and they were going to change.

  The circle needed to be complete.

  This was something I had wanted to do in payment to Amenhotep for helping me along my path, being the “father” to me in this realm. I felt I owed him that much, if not more.

  I sat down in my first-class seat, put the headphones over my ears, and got ready to take the short flight back home.

  There were a few things I needed to take care of there before I took a few days to relax a bit.

  There was the pleasant and unexpected surprise of knowing shamise was back in town for good. At the same time, her path back into the House would not be a walk in the park.

  Then there was the issue of Damian.

  Something needed to come to fruition with him, and my Beloved knew it as much as I did. She had told me about the other day she’d spent with him, where he’d understood the nonsexual aspect of service he needed to handle, but there was something else that needed to be addressed, and it could only come from being in each other’s space.