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Wosret IV, pharaoh of the
She was naked to the waist as
were all young women in his court, and her high heavy breasts swayed enticingly
as she stepped toward him and then bowed as she had been
taught. He allowed himself a
smile. It seemed that this one
was very different from the others.
It had taken her many lessons to learn that bowing before the Lord
of the Sun, was expected, and he understood that
she had caused quite a stir in the harem by standing up to
Isetnofret. The queen had complained
to him about the girl’s lack of respect, but he had decided to do
nothing. He was becoming tired
of Isetnofret’s domineering
attitude. It didn’t hurt
to remind her that her power was only lent to her and that he was the source
of everything she considered important.
He motioned for the girl to
rise, noting the athletic grace as she did
so. The girl moved like a leopard,
displaying power and beauty. With
a glance he dismissed the guards and patted the seat beside
him. It was slightly lower than
his and he wondered if the girl was aware of the honour shown her by being
allowed to sit so near his level.
He paid her even greater honour
by pouring the wine and offering her the opportunity to drink
first. She accepted the cup,
but surprised him by waiting for him to fill his own before raising it to
her lips. Perhaps the girl was
not such an untutored savage as he thought.
Melissa’s heart was beating
wildly. She knew exactly why
the pharaoh had summoned her, but was not sure how she should
react. The thought that she might
soon be bedded by the Egyptian ruler was both scary and at the same time
very exciting. To be seduced
by a king must be every girl’s
fantasy. It was certainly one
of hers, but now that the opportunity had come she was not quite so sure
about it. She was, after all
a woman of the twentieth century.
She was free to do what she
wanted. A man had no right to
use her without her consent. On
the other hand, she was not in
She had gotten used to her lack
of clothes. All of the women
in the palace went about almost completely
naked. Still, this close to the
pharaoh, she was glad that her short skirt covered her most private
area. The pharaoh too wore very
little and it was a little unnerving to be so close to a man who was only
one garment away from revealing the most mysterious and perhaps (she hoped)
impressive part of his anatomy.
She had no idea why it was important
to her that the pharaoh be well endowed.
After all, she had no real intention of sleeping with him, at least
right away. Unless he
insisted. Then what would she
do? She had been raped before
and it had been a most horrible and degrading
experience. She would never forget
the terror and the sick feeling as her virginity was torn from
her. She could never consent
to such a thing.
But what if the pharaoh wanted
to make love to her and she did not?
Would that be rape? What
if she didn’t resist and simply let him have
her? She didn’t
know. But it was not a comfortable
thought. Lovemaking should be
by mutual consent, and handsome and powerful as the pharaoh was, Melissa
was just not in the mood to let him have her at the
moment. But later she might
be. As she had already
decided. She would
cooperate. She would let things
happen up to a point and then she would
decide. And if what she decided
upset the pharaoh, well, that would be his misfortune.
The pharaoh filled her wine
cup again. Melissa realized with
some surprise that she had completely drained the first
cup. But it seemed to have calmed
her down a bit. She now felt
a rosy glow suffusing her body.
“I’d better go easy on this stuff,” she
thought. “I don’t want
to get drunk.” She took
a small sip and set the cup down.
From beneath lowered eyelids she studied the
pharaoh.
He was tall as she had first
noted. Probably about six foot
two inches. His eyes were dark
and piercing and his head appeared to have been
shaved. He wore the same circlet
of gold she had seen the previous day.
Close up she could see that the eyes of the cobra were set with rubies
and that the body was exquisitely carved.
As for the pharaoh’s body
it too was exquisite. As he leaned
toward her Melissa could see the muscles ripple beneath his tanned
skin. His shoulders were broad
and his chest deep, narrowing to a relatively slender
waist. His powerful arms were
adorned with gold armbands studded with precious gems, most notably rubies
and diamonds. Beneath the kilt
that extended to his knees she caught a glimpse of powerful thigh
muscles. She suppressed a shiver
of excitement as she took him in.
He was very impressive, but she did not want her interest in him to
show. He might be the master,
but she did not intend to let him have his way with her without putting up
a fight.
Wosret refilled his wine
glass. His desire for the mysterious
young woman sitting next to him was intense, but he did not want to force
himself on her. I was unfortunate
that she spoke only some barbarian
language. It would have been
interesting to get to know her better; but just looking at her told him something
about her. He could sense
the tension in her. She appeared
to be relaxed, but beneath her calm manner lurked a wild
animal. She was like a leopard
sleeping in the sun; seemingly peaceful but deadly
dangerous. One wrong move and
she would and she would unwind like the strike of a
cobra. Slowly he drained his
wine cup. It would not do to
rush this one. He already knew
that she would defend herself.
Isetnofret had come to him the previous day raging at the barbarian
hyena bitch who had attacked her, and demanding that she locked in an iron
cage. He had listened to her,
of course. She was the mother
of his children and entitled to respect, but when he had asked to see evidence
of the injuries inflicted on her by the brown-haired barbarian she could
only complain of a sore wrist. He
had laughed at that, further angering the queen, but there was little she
could do about it. He had made
it clear that the tall savage was under his protection and not to be
harmed. Now he slowly sipped
his wine and tried to think of a way to tame the wildly beautiful young woman
who sat next to him.
As the pharaoh finished his wine, Melissa
pretended to sip at hers. She
was already feeling the effects of the first
cup. It was heady stuff, much
higher in alcohol content than the wine she was used
to. Not that she had much experience
in drinking. Her
Larra did not consume a great deal of alcohol
and her companions generally emulated
her. As a result, Melissa did
not have to consume much wine for it to have a profound effect on
her. She set down her cup and
picked at the fruit and sweetmeats set before
her. With the exception of the
fruit all of the food was quite strange, but she found it fairly
tasty. However, she found that
she did not have much of an appetitive.
She was too tense. Waiting
for the pharaoh to make his move was a nerve-wracking
ordeal.
“Wine,” said the pharaoh, pointing
to the pitcher.
“Wine?” echoed Melissa she was
unfamiliar with the word and it took her a few seconds to realize that the
pharaoh was attempting to teach her more of his language.
“Wine,” repeated
Wosret. He had hit upon
the language lesson as a way of reducing the
tension. He had heard from one
of the younger concubines that the savage seemed very interested in learning
as much about her new language and culture as she possibly
could. He found that a little
strange in a barbarian, but it was possible way to relax
her.
“Wine,” the savage
repeated again. Wosret nodded
and then named a few other items.
The girl responded quickly and he realized that she probably already
understood these words. He changed
the subject, pointing next to himself.
“Wosret,” he said.
Melissa
nodded. “Pharaoh Wosret,”
she said.
The pharaoh
smiled. He pointed at her and
raised his eyebrows.
“Melissa,” she
responded. “Melissa
Gallant.”
The pharaoh nodded again and
repeated what she had said, running all of the words
together.
“Melissagallant.”
Melissa realized that her words
were meaningless to people used to a language where every name actually meant
something. Wosret meant
“Powerful One,” and Queen Isetnofret’s name translated as
“
She pointed to herself again,
said “Melissa,” and then pointed to one of the honey cakes on the
table and said the word for honey.
The pharaoh nodded again, seeming to
understand. But she was not quite
finished. She said the word for
honey again and then made a buzzing noise and moved her hand about, imitating
a bee. The pharaoh looked puzzled
for a few seconds and then smiled.
Nodding he said “honey bee,” giving her the meaning of her
name in Egyptian. Now for the
hard part. “Gallant,”
she said. And stood up adopting
what she hoped was an intrepid pose.
This concept appeared too
complex. The pharaoh misinterpreted
her pantomime.
“Fierce,” he said.
“Fierce Honey Bee.”
Melissa
nodded. “Close enough,”
she thought. “Fierce”
was one of the few abstract words she
knew. She gave the pharaoh a
smile and nodded her approval.
After that the anxiety that had plagued her ever since she had entered
the pharaoh’s bedchamber left her.
They became teacher and student, with the pharaoh showing a strong
aptitude for the classroom. Melissa
actually found herself enjoying the
session. She would have enjoyed
it more had she not been naked to the waist and in the presence of a man
she knew she was meant to please
sexually.
As the session wore on, she
drank more of the wine. It seemed
to help relax her, and as the pharaoh took no actions that she considered
inappropriate she became even more
relaxed. Thus it was that she
was quite willing to cooperate when the pharaoh gently led her to his bed
and indicated that she should lie down.
Heart beating rapidly, Melissa
climbed onto the bed. This was
the moment of truth. Should she
meekly give in or assert her right to choose her sexual
partner? The pharaoh’s next
command surprised her, however.
Instead of removing the small amount of clothing she wore he walked
away from her and took a small corked jar from a
shelf. Returning to the bed he
uncorked the jar and indicated that she should lie on her
stomach. Mystified Melissa
complied.
A few seconds later she felt
the right hand of the pharaoh between her shoulder blades and the other in
the small of her back. She shivered
at his touch, but he made no attempt to fondle
her. Instead he began to move
his hands slowly over her, spreading sweet scented oil over her
skin. As his hands gently massaged
her, Melissa felt an erotic tingle course over her
body. Incredibly, she was on
the verge of becoming aroused at the first touch of the Egyptian ruler’s
hands. Controlling herself, she
folded her arms beneath her chin and breathed slowly and
deeply. As the massage continued
she felt all the tension and fear drain from her body.
Wosret moved
his fingers over her back in small circular
motions. Slowly he worked his
was down her body, skipping over her shapely buttocks and continuing with
her legs. His fingers moved gently,
working the oil into her skin.
Never at any time during
the first part of the massage did he become
aggressive. His fingers flowed
over her, eliciting an incredibly erotic
sensation. It was all Melissa
could do not to arch her back as his fingers kneaded her supple
flesh. When he undid her kilt
and removed it, she did not so much as
protest. Now he focused on her
derriere, stretching and caressing her satin skin and then moving his hands
the full length of her body from shoulders to
calves.
She bit back
a moan of pleasure as he moved his hands in long smooth stokes, spreading
oil the length of her legs. Then
he moved his hands to the inside of her
thighs. As his fingers moved
toward the apex of her legs Melissa almost jumped off the table, but held
herself there as he approached her nether region and then moved
away.
Wosret returned
his attention to her back and shoulders.
He was pressing harder now, massaging her muscles firmly and sliding
his hands to the sides so that he lightly touched the edge of her breasts
where they bulged out from beneath her
body. This time Melissa felt
no need to move away. What was
happening to her was pure pleasure.
She did not want it ever to stop.
Then he moved
back to the small of her back, just above the swell of her
backside. He concentrated there
for several minutes relaxing her spine and letting all of the fear and tension
she had felt flow out of her. As
she relaxed he moved his hands higher, all the way to her
neck. His hands encircled her
throat, working the oil beneath her dark brown
mane. As Melissa gave a little
moan of pleasure, he tugged on her shoulder, prompting her to turn
over.
Unresisting, Melissa allowed herself to be
placed on her back. Wosret moved
his fingertips to her eyes, and gently closed
them. Melissa lay quietly, her
breasts rising and falling in anticipation as she waited for the pharaoh
to continue.
Standing to the side, he placed one hand just
above her mound of Venus and the other just between her
breasts. He began to move his
hands over the entire region in between, coating her pelvic region, her flat
belly, and the area just below her breasts with
oil. Then he slid his hands down
over her hips to her upper thighs and then her lower
legs. Moving his hands upward
from her calves he shifted them over her legs to her inner thighs and slowly
worked his way toward her throbbing
vulva. By this time Melissa was
thoroughly aroused. Every touch
of the pharaoh’s hands sent erotic signals through her and she had to
bite her lips to keep from screaming in excitement. Just as she was sure
that she was going to cry out he moved his hands upward, just below her breasts,
and then over the curve of her magnificent bosom, outlining each breast with
a light touch and then using only the tips of his fingers, delicately circling
each areola.
Melissa gave a low
moan. Her hips rose involuntarily
as she responded to the erotic massage.
Her vagina was so damp that she feared she would give away her state
of excitement. “I’m
going to wet myself,” she thought.
She felt Wosret climb onto the bed with
her. He positioned himself at
her head with his knees on either side of her face and leaned forward, moving
his hands from her breasts to her vulva.
Tantalizingly, he stopped just short of touching her most sensitive
regions. Melissa felt an almost
overwhelming urge to grab his hands, and force them to touch her breasts
and vulva. From within her she
felt an orgasm building. The
strength of the sensation surprised her.
“My god,” she thought, “I’m going to climax and
he hasn’t even really touched
me!” She began to pant as
the feeling built, her breath coming in harsh
gasps. Then suddenly her body
shook as it sought sexual release.
A cry of pure pleasure and passion bust from her lips and she arched
her pelvis upward, inviting penetration.
But Wosret acted as if he hadn’t even
noticed. Instead, he began to
massage her rib cage, bringing his hands up and over her breasts, lifting
them and then finally fully cupping her nipples and squeezing her
breasts. Melissa’s nipples
were so hard that she screamed in ecstasy as his fingers tweaked each of
her tender buds. She arched herself
upward begging him to apply more
pressure.
The pharaoh complied, pushing the soft yet
firm flesh upwards and towards one another, spreading the oil liberally over
her incredibly sensitized breasts.
Leaning farther forward, he moved down toward her belly, sweeping
his hands in slow movements as she did so and then returning to her breasts
once more. Melissa gasped as
a second orgasm shook her body.
Wosret leaned right over her now, expending
his reach to her vulva. For the
first time he touched the most sensitive region of her anatomy, his fingers
applying gentle pressure to her clitoris, which was fully erect and begging
for attention. His mouth just
over her breasts, the pharaoh blew gently on each
nipple. The combined sensation
sent another mini-orgasm through Melissa’s
body. Moaning in pleasure she
spread her legs. The offer was
unmistakable, but Wosret seemed to ignore
it. Instead he continued the
massage, shifting his position so that he was to the side where he could
watch her swollen breasts rise and fall.
Bending his head he took her right nipple
in his mouth and swirled his tongue over
it. As Melissa groaned in excitement
he switched back and forth between each nipple, while at the same time rubbing
his fingers lightly back and forth over her
vulva. Melissa’s body began
to shake uncontrollably as still another orgasm surged through
her. She was quite ready when
the pharaoh moved his mouth from her nipples to her
mouth.
Their mouths locked, tongues
intertwining. Melissa’s
hands encircled the pharaoh’s body pulling him
closer. She was fully ready for
him to make love to her, but he was not finished with her
yet. Breaking the kiss, he gently
lowered her to the bed again, and taking her face in both his hands, caressed
it lightly, moving his fingers from her jaw line to her
temples. Melissa’s fingers
sought the pharaoh’s manhood.
She wanted him inside her, although she knew that this was a dangerous
invitation. Her fertility cycle
was at its peak. Any sexual relations
would have an excellent chance of impregnating
her. But Wosret was not ready
for that yet. Instead, he moved
his mouth to her nether region. As
his tongue touched the swollen lips of her vulva Melissa screamed in unbridled
passion.
As her sexual energy peaked, her vagina contracted
violently, sending a squirt of vaginal lubricant shooting from her
vagina. A powerful orgasm surged
through her once again. “Oh
God,” Melissa moaned.
“It’s time.
It’s time.”
As his tongue slipped between the folds of her vulva she screamed again, arching her body in clear invitation, but Wosret continued his gentle stimulation driving her to a sexual peak she had never before experienced. Again and again orgasms shook her body. Then and only then did he move between her parted thighs. Her scream as he entered her surpassed all previous ejaculations. Wrapping her long legs about his waist she pulled him deep within her, slamming her body against his in an attempt to force his seed deep within her. When he finally climaxed they lay locked together panting like two horses that had been ridden too hard, before falling into a deep and exhausted sleep.
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