2 comments/ 7802 views/ 2 favorites Egyptian Princess Of New Egypt Ch. 02 By: EgyptsGoddess The journey by land took 18 months, especially with the mass of people and livestock. By the time Isis was able to actually see her palace, most of it was complete. Bedchambers, courtyards, the main gardens. It was a palace that look very much like a sultans kingdom, while still bearing the appearance of many Ancient Egypt's grand palaces. A soldiers quarters was nearly complete and the royal stables were half way finished. Temporary pastures and housing had been built for the livestock and the numerous peoples. Isis first order of business was to create her royal seal, kingdom colors, as well as make sure that everything had been settled properly once the caravan had reached their destination. Isis then gave instructions as to how she wanted her gardens to be planted, as well as to begin planting the seasonal crops. Isis chose an emerald green with a thick stripe of gold for her kingdom's colors. And her palace emblem and her royal seal was that of an Arabian galloping across the great sun, yet the sun's circle was made up of her intricate crown. The horse was a rich emerald green while the sun was the contrasting gold tone. While her father paid respects to the Ancient gods by setting his seal with their image, Isis wanted to put much emphasis on the mighty yet small horses that have been at the main forefront of New Egypt since it's very birth. As soon as the many animals and the numerous subjects had been well taken care of, Isis saw fit to finally have the master builders begin work on her thrown room, for the rest of the palace was mostly complete; the artisans were just finishing painting and embossing the final details in the eastern wing. The new Queen dubbed her palace, Taweret, which means One who is great. "Good morning my sweet." whispered Andreas as he brushed his fingertips across Isis' cheek. Isis opened her eyes to find her lover perched over her, watching her sleep. "Good morning my love. What is the occasion?" Isis smirked as she beheld his naked form. "No special event, just your lips against mine." murmured the Captain as he leaned down to press a full fiery kiss to her lips. It had been nearly nine months since Isis and Andreas had had an opportunity to bed each other, the two would never have allowed it to be so long if they both hadn't been so busy with putting together the kingdom. "Does your brother have to marry you as it was in the Ancient times?" inquired Andreas softly as his fingers lovingly kneaded her breasts. "No he doesn't. Remember your studies Andreas. My grandfather, my father's father, abolished that law. It no longer is a way of life for us. It is one of the bigger differences between Ancient Egypt and New Egypt." replied the Queen. Isis shoved her mounds up into his large palms, loving the feel of his touch. Her pussy clenching and slowly soaking itself as she responded to his ministrations. "Ohhhh Andreas!" she mewled as the man softly pinched her nipples, her hips beginning their needy undulation. Isis loved being with him, the care and love he gave to her, as those thousands upon thousands of electric sensations spiked threw her straight to her ever glistening pussy. "Good to be reminded of our recent history Isis. Because you know that I would not be able to see you marry your brother." admitted Andreas as he began to lick and suckle her aroused peaks. His fingers curled softly around her delicate chains that connected her nipples and her belly in an erotic triangle, pulling and plucking gently. Isis moaned and squirmed, writhing in ecstasy as tiny vibrations shot from her nipples to her tummy. All the while Andreas' mouth was sucking noisily upon her rosy plump buds. The young Queen's eyes locked with her lover's as her hand moved to find his stiff 8 inch cock, grasping it's length and girth Isis smiled deeply knowing and feeling Andreas' body shiver with sensation. She began to stroke his length lovingly, her sensitive fingertips exploring his velvet soft skin, the veins and pulsing rhythm, the blood that filled his heavy shaft; his musky excited scent that only he possessed. "Andreas I need you inside me my love." "Yes my sweet Queen." The man leaned back on his heels and lifted her hips, holding her in his strong grasp as Isis guided his thick rod to her own velvety pussy lips. Andreas closed his eyes as he pushed his crown past her entrance, relishing the gasping sighs that came from her, the ooooos and ahhhs that she crooned to him as he began to give her long deep strokes. He adored the way her palms would press deep into his chest as he changed his pace to a faster tempo, and how she would almost growl and mew as he struck her spongy cervix meanwhile her nails would dig increasingly into his muscled pectorals. "Ahhhhohhhhh Andreas harder oh please harder!" she would cry as her orgasms came in waves, crashing down threw her already trembling body to vibrate and massage his sensitive cock as he obeyed her request, driving his rod even faster in and out of her pussy as she in turn coaxed and milked him. "Yes Isis oh god Isis I'm going to cum..." groaned the Captain as his balls tightened in that familiar rhythm. Andreas watched through hooded eyelids as he bucked inside her, spilling his hot seed within her depths, the morning rays catching the gold on her breasts making them dance and sparkle as they shook; her chains spread across her stomach. A picture of glorious ecstasy lay beneath him, Andreas never wanted to let her out of his sight. As the couple settled into the lush aftermath of their encounter, Andreas lay beside her, Isis had her hips raised up on several pillows not wanting his seed to leave her insides just yet. "Andreas I need you to go get Amunet. She needs to spend a few more months in my father's palace to learn etiquette but I fear for her life, she is not like her mother wishes her to be... evil and malicious." Isis turned her face to him. "When do you wish me to leave? I will take the swiftest racer I have." "After the crops are harvested." "As you command my Queen." Andreas looked into her eyes. Egyptian Princess Of New Egypt Ch. 03 "No! That is unacceptable to me!" Isis' voice rang through out the thrown room. She rested her head in the brief shadow of her palm, allowing her eyes to close in a slight reprieve. She had been awoken earlier then usual by Ana and Nea that morning. Guards had captured a stolen boat, with two fishermen intending to make haste down the Nile; with them was a newly born foal from the royal stables. Isis prized all of her father's Arabians, as well as the many that he had given to her to breed in this new land. The two men were pitiful in their attempts to plead their case, saying that the foal had a curse upon it, that it would've been better to take it, rather then allow it to infect the entire stable. Isis' anger had boiled over at their ignorance and betrayal. There the tiny foal stood with them, in the great palace thrown room, it's groomsmen had wrapped it in a towel to keep it warm. Isis went to the small creature. The caretakers uncoiled the wrap for her at her request. Kneeling, the Queen's hands immediately felt the foal all over, expertly assessing the bone structure, the muscles and tendons. The little thing seemed in perfect condition, but why steal it? She glanced in the thieves direction her eyes puzzled yet her expression foretold of the still burning anger, her palace guards held the two criminals firmly; spears poised to dispose of them at a mere wave of her hand. Isis knew the foal well, he was born of Anubis and Lila, Lila was the sister of her own Arabian; Sirria. His coat was still fuzzy and velvety soft, dapple gray was just visible as his coat color. His charcoal muzzle looked similar to his father's. Isis' eyes flickered across his body checking his overall color. The baby horse made a grunting squeal at her handling, his eyes on her. "I know little one, I will return you to your mother soon." cooed the Queen, petting his small form in reassurance. There at the back of his rump, almost exactly where his tailbone joined the rest of his body, the baby had a white crescent moon marking, it was big, seeming to touch the base of his tail then arc around to the top point. Shaking her head Isis sighed heavily as she again stood. "Take him back to the stables, give him to his mother. Make sure she has fresh hay and water. Then put them to pasture with the other mares." she directed the two groomsmen. Bowing low the two men left with the foal to do as she requested. Turning back to the two idiots her keen eyes sparked. "Hang them! Know that you both have committed high treason by taking what is mine. That youngling had nothing wrong with him, he was granted a marking by the moon; that is all! Now away with you." she growled aloud. The thieves began to cry and speak incoherent babble as they were hauled away by the guards, pleading to be spared their lives. Returning to her thrown she sank into it deeply, Isis just couldn't understand why they would steal such a prized and well known possession, the emblem of her palace was that of an Arabian. The act itself was bold and spoke volumes to the young Queen. Were her subjects that displeased with her ruling? The air currents drifted lazily threw the giant pillars that held the roof of the thrown room. Spring had come, bringing warmer nights and hotter days, but the nearness of the sea wafted away most of the stifling heat; cooling the air with its fresh winds. Isis wished Andreas were with her, he would have a better understanding of what the peoples needs were, but he had left over a month ago to retrieve Amunet. Sighing Isis left the thrown room, she walked the grand archways of limestone and marble floor to her bathing room. Soft linens hung from pillars that surrounded her oval pool, the hues of pink, green, yellow, maroon were lit by the sun's rays that filtered threw the high arching windows of the outer walls. The room was large but the steamy heat from the warm water rose to greet the Queen as she removed her numerous ankle rings and arm bands. Nea and Ana were away in the kitchen that morning so it was up to lesser serving girls to do their tasks. Isis shed her lace robe and stepped into the soothing bath, wading she let the warmth seep into her muscles before she dunked her head beneath to wet her amble hair. Emerging she drew a deep breathe of fresh air, filling her lungs then releasing it slowly, enjoying the relief that it aided her. A deep fierce purring met her ears as the water stilled, she turned to find Siren staring at her while the big cat lounged by the edge of the sunken tub. Her intense yellow eyes watching her master's every move, the feline's ears would swivel or flicker catching the slightest sounds that might mean Isis' endangerment, the cat's devotion to her owner was deeper then any human could fathom. Isis washed her body, then trimmed her unwanted body hair, a task that she preferred to do herself rather then have the uncertain hands of another. Finally rinsing off she then heaved herself from the water to a maid who waited to dry her with the softest cotton. "Braid my hair today Lila." the Queen instructed as she slipped into a sapphire garment, a bra with the cups decorated with intricate ivy leaves of gold and green; the matching skirt was long down to her ankles yet it was slit up the sides of her thighs and the front and the back, the belt that held the piece together was gold with green and blue tassels all around the drop boarder. Flat brown sandals were put on to protect her feet. Lila finished off the Queen's braid by tying it with a blue gold beaded tassel. Lastly Isis put two simple hoop earrings in, leaving her other gold bangles and bands for her maids to return to her jewelry box in her room. Isis called Siren as she exited the bath suite and took a left turn at the salmon colored pillars in the south wing towards the royal stable. Entering quietly she said nothing to the stable men and women, only a nod to each as she passed by to indicate that they could go about their business, she was on her way to her horse's stall at the north end of the building. "Ah, good morning Sirria." spoke Isis as she approached the stall door, instantly a dish faced face poked it's head out of the top open door frame, her eyes were large and dark with lashes the swept and fluttered every time the animal blinked. Ears that nearly touched at the tips as they stood at attention as her owner came forward. A coat that shone as a bright copper shield, with a thin strip of white that ran from between her soft dark eyes to the tip of her small muzzle. Her cheeks were etched and brought so much character to the young horse's face as her eyes looked around in the early morning light. Isis palmed the filly's neck lovingly, pressing her nose into the beast's throat drinking in the scent of her, while taking in the tones of fresh hay and grain that was being distributed among the barn; it brought a smile to the Queen's face and made her spirit soar. Sirria gave a welcoming nicker as she turned her gorgeous face around to look at Isis. Her long fiery forelock gracing her forehead like a crown. "Yes my sweet I have come to brush you." smiled Isis as she cradled the creature's face in her hands as she pressed her small human form to the horse's neck and cheek. Siren had stayed outside of the barn, she had learned at a young age that horses and large predator's tend not to mix well together. Taking a rope Isis made a slip knot loop then she lowered it over Sirria's head, then she unlocked the lower stall door wide to allow the filly room to pass threw. The horse swung her hindquarters around as Isis then shut the door. The Arabian filly looked like a pony in stature but that was merely a size stand point, the copper chestnut was in excellent health and form for a 1 year old. Isis tied the end of the rope to the metal ring that was next to Sirria's stall door, talking to her equine always, cooing or making words of encouragement to the filly. Sirria merely stood there, her eyes bright and alert but her ears flickered as Isis worked on combing her mane and tail, then she started to brush the horse's copper coat. As Isis worked and talked to Sirria, her mind would wander as she did her task, thinking of Amunet and hoping nothing treacherous had happened to her and Andreas. Once her mount was clean and shinning, the Queen saddled and bridled the Arabian, swinging herself into the saddle she rode Sirria out into the morning sunlight and across the remaining courtyards. Down the simple streets of the townspeople and out onto the heated sands that met the banks of the never ending ocean. Egyptian Princess Of New Egypt Ch. 04 I grunted, my panting making matters all too apparent as Celestial slowed to a bouncing trot. My sweet dapple grey Arabian had faired much better then I during this frantic flight. We had just exited the rich lushes harbor ports of Morocco about three hours prior to our journey into the northern half of Africa. Now my mount had led us to a small oasis, her sharp hearing, eagle eyesight and supreme nostrils had saved us once again. Celestial came to an abrupt stop, or so it seemed nearest to the tiny pool of water. I tilted and ended up crashing to the sands, with much grace and status, rolling to hoist myself into a sitting position I glanced to the horse. Celestial raised her face from the pond, droplets of water dripping from her velvet soft black muzzle, her soul deep eyes twinkled with mirth, her ears swiveled curiously as she nickered deep within her chest. "Ah shut it!" I managed to croak, "You try riding a horse for 100 miles with zero water or food, you'd be a little trippy too." I grumbled as I unceremoniously crawled over to the water plunging my entire head into it. Celestial blew air from her lips, shaking her mane while chuckling at me once again, she began to drink as I brought my head out of the crisp cool water. The water felt stupidly refreshing as it trickled down my neck and back, cleansing me of miles of sweat and dusty sands. I removed my thigh high lace-ups, the only thing that had helped my legs from chaffing was my equally high socks. My boots were not a stiletto heel either, they had a shorter block heel which I found way more comfortable then those ridiculous fashion driven stick things back in North America. So much had changed in nearly seventy five years, I remember the numerous stories that my grandmother use to tell me when my mother took me to the countryside to visit her horse farm, as a young girl in the early 2070's. Luckily my family had managed to protect that land from the government and crazy rouge groups. My family's farm was protected by the state of Kentucky and that wasn't about to change simply because the damn government wanted to make it a building site for a new group of architects. I stripped off my spaghetti strap, thigh cut-off gauze dress. It wasn't much I know, it was considered mere lingerie several years ago, but now wearing lingerie items in public was the recent fashion trend, very risque pieces that left nothing to the imagination. Strangely enough, the piece that I was wearing had been the style that my mother had dressed herself in while I grew up, it was simple and nomadic in many ways... an old trend, outdated to say the least. And on a farm of about 80 acres, there's typically not anyone around to judge or spy on those who would where outdated clothes, such as myself. Grandmother Lulu had continued to wear t-shirts and jeans while she was alive, saying that it was the way of the cowgirl as she tended to her horses and the land. I again knelt by the little pond, cupping my hands I brought the water up to drink. Celestial had had her fill and was now standing beneath the single palm tree that shaded the pond. I filled the lamb's skin that I had bought after getting off of the ship in Morocco, then I drenched my dress in the cool water, knowing that it would dry sooner then was needed to make it to the beaches of Alexandria. Putting it back on I then went to my saddle pack that was strapped to the back of my saddle and got the heavy blanket that was originally my bedding, draping it about Celestial's neck I again mounted. My boots felt squishy on my feet as I settled them into the stirrups. I knew that we would make it to the beach by nightfall if nothing bad came our way. "We'll make it Celestial, don't you worry." I murmured encouragingly to my horse, she tossed her head in reply. With a soft tap of my heels we set off at a steady canter. Isis patted Sirria's sweaty neck as she brought her to a stop in the foaming spray of the beach, she had been out riding all morning and afternoon. Her filly loved to run as much as she did, Isis was glad that dusk had begun to settle over the land for the temperature had began to cool off some. The blue gray hues made the ocean seem darker as the sun dipped further below the horizon. Isis murmured praises into her mount's ears as she turned her towards the direction of the palace. Sirria began to walk when suddenly she stopped, her head snapping up in attention, her ears flickering, and with a curious nicker she turned her bright eyes back down the beach. Isis looked in the direction, listening. A dim sound of a whinny reached her ear's as she gazed hard in the way that Sirria was watching. Sirria let out a loud answering whinny, vibrating Isis with the strength of the sound, she held the reins in check not wishing Sirria to sprint away without her say. Her curiosity grew as the other horse whinnied again, but the sound didn't seem to be getting any closer so she loosed the reins some. Instantly Sirria leapt into a giddy canter, she wanted to meet the other horse. Isis' reassured herself by placing her hand on her daggers that were hidden beneath her cloak, strapped to her waist belt. The night was coming on quickly so visibility was lessening by the minute. Suddenly the other horse trotted into view... with a rider! Isis couldn't imagine how far this rider had traveled to get here, for her palace wasn't exactly just around the corner. As they approached she saw that the rider was female, riding a stunning dapple grey mare. Isis slowed Sirria, and the other rider stopped a mere ten feet from her. Isis squinted as she attempted to peer into the woman's green eyes. She had wrapped herself in a blanket and had concealed her face with what appeared to be cotton socks, her boots were made of leather and may extend further up her legs but Isis couldn't tell for sure. The dapple grey bobbed her head and snorted playfully at Sirria. "Stranger, who are you? And where do you come from?" Isis finally addressed this woman, she didn't want to have to stay out here all night. I gazed at this Queen, Isis was her name I knew of her by way of the telecast news reports. I knew she had been granted position as Queen near Alexandria's old port, but I hadn't imagined to come face to face with this lady so soon. She was regal and her poise demanded respect, but I didn't oblige her with a bow of any kind, I stared at her just as she did me, I knew her bloodline well. I may have been raised in the more modern world of the current decade, but I wasn't ignorant of what went on in other sectors of the world, our green hazel eyes spoke to our connection; whether or not she knew of it... I was about to find out. The sun's disappearance left my burning trek somewhat cool but I ignored my skin's complaints as I cast off my blanket. My keen eyes caught a twitch of her hidden hand; she was armed. "My mother named me Lena Stills... I am from North America, it is my country of birth, my family horse farm resides in Kentucky. I've narrowly escaped rebel group's who wished me jailed, I traveled here to take my place and receive my birth right." I said honestly as I revealed my face. Isis sat stunned by this woman's words, who was she? Why did her face look familiar in someway? Her birth right? Was she here to steal her thrown? Was she an unknown enemy that Father forgot to tell her about? Isis' voice turned icy as she drilled her sharp gaze into this strange woman. "What birth right? You are an American, what claim brings you to my country, you are a stranger here; nothing more." she spoke carefully. Sirria pawed the sands, eager to get closer to her new friend but Isis held her steady. "My grand father gave me the title of my birth right when my mother bore me 23 years ago. He called me, Hehet (goddess of the immeasurable)." I answered solemnly. "What?" gasped Isis. "I am the great great great grand daughter of Marcus Stills, himself." I declared. "Impossible!" Isis cried, she could not believe what her ears were hearing, this woman was crazy! She was speaking none sense, blaspheming. Isis swallowed hard, but what if it were true? "I assure you, young Queen I am who I am. I carry with me a scroll of my lineage." Isis nodded dumbly, could it really be? "Come, let's discuss this in my dining room." Isis directed her new guest towards the palace. The two fillies nickered and smelled each other the whole way back to the palace. Egyptian Princess Of New Egypt Ch. 05 "No. I am not here to overthrow you Isis. Contrary to what you may think you know about me, I am not an evil person." chuckled Lena as she and the Queen lounged around the dining table. The pair ate duck and vegetables. "But you are a goddess, no?" Isis raised an eyebrow as she plucked her goblet of wine from where it sat on the table. Her guest nodded while she finished chewing her bite of duck. "I am here to become a citizen of your kingdom. As I have shown you, my bloodline is pure going back to Marcus himself." Lena answered. "But what status do you wish to gain? Surely you do not wish to continue to conceal your lineage? My historian's will compare your family's scroll to my records to see if you are who you say." Isis murmured, her eyes watching the other woman's every move. She had a air of grace and tranquility, but her eyes spoke of her strong will and level head; a quality that not many could manage. Isis wondered what Andreas would think of her. "Name me your second, and heir to the thrown." Lena said as she popped a cube of cheese into her mouth and them cradled her wine in the palm of her hand, sipping it. The sweet tang of the wine mixed with the musky taste of the cheese created a little disco flavor party in her mouth. I eyed the Queen genuinely, she was gorgeous, just as I had heard. A picture of old egyptian royalty in the flesh. She seemed to care much for her people and their future in this land. The food was excellent, I took another swig of my wine enjoying the sweet texture after miles of having nothing. I smiled at Isis, she was beautiful no wonder Andreas was in love with her. "Where is Andreas?" I questioned glancing around curiously. "He is away on a mission to retrieve my young sister from my Father's kingdom." Isis submitted carefully. My smile deepened as something flickered in her eyes. "How do you know Andreas?" she came softly. I recognized a royal shiver as it traveled up her spine, she didn't like my manners and heir. "His mother, was my mother's elder cousin. Your historian's should show you that as well." I said. "You are cousins?" Isis seemed startled out of her prior assumptions, her hazel blue eyes blinked rather slowly as she processed this new information. So, Andreas was more directly related to Marcus then even her own family tree. Isis had never been educated in the more personal affairs that were of Marcus Stills life, the fact that he may have had a mistress or several female lovers outside of his greatest achievement, New Egypt itself; was a completely new idea to the Queen. But how in the name of the gods was that even possible! While her own family line was descent of numerous kings and queens of New Egypt... this lone stranger claimed to be Andreas cousin, and the great great great grandchild of Marcus himself! Isis nearly swooned at the mere prospect of this realization. Isis was a grandchild of Marcus as well, but the bloodline had been passed down on the male genes, while Lena's had been passed down by the female genes. If all of this were to be true... Lena would be just as eligible to rule over all of New Egypt; the same as Ra 11! I watched Isis' facial expressions shift from awe to fear to a giddy shock, as her step by step realizations struck her to the core. Her sudden outburst of laughing nearly made me start to chuckle as well, but I remained still allowing her bask in her mirth. She came down from her laughing high, taking a sip of her wine to calm herself once more. "Yes Isis, Andreas is my second cousin. I remember he and I use to play together every now and again, as youngsters. Until his mother died and his father took him away." I said. "You are the True goddess of New Egypt, Hehet." Isis raised her glass in a salute to me. I gave a nod and raised my glass as well. "An female heir to Memphis." breathed Isis. Two months later.... Andreas and Amunet thundered into Taweret during the dead of night. Andreas helped her to her room and immediately headed to his Queen's chambers. He was crossing the many grand halls when someone whispered his name. "Andreas...." He followed the familiar tone to the thrown room. The pale moon's rays cascaded down through the mighty limestone pillars, casting shadowing phantoms and an erie feel to the massive room. His eyes spotted a figure lounging on the thrown, instantly he assumed it was Isis so he rushed closer. With a cry he stopped abruptly once his eyes told him that it wasn't his lover, but a stranger! She was laying across the arms of the thrown chair, her body nearly nude. She appeared to be shorter then Isis but just as lovely. Her body was lush and draped with an intricate strand of gold coins. Her right ankle sported a smooth stainless steel band, it was clasped together with a small lock, it was too polished and bright to be the ankle clasp of a servant, but just the same she wore it proudly. Andreas felt himself grow hard, he hadn't had any sex in so long, and the thought of this strange vixen being his slave made him ache with passion. He took a few steps closer still and the moon's light brought her into a clearer view, he gasped as his dick leapt, straining so hard against his pants. Her body held a few tattoos, a small silhouette Arabian horse head was on the outside of her left ankle, a metallic green portrait of a leopard gryphon looked as if it were climbing it's way up her body from her right knee to the top of her hip; and Andreas could hardly see it but she seemed to have another tattoo on her back but the room was too dim to be positive. He knew that she wasn't from this part of the world, not at all. Her eyes were closed as he moved nearer, almost on top of her. "Who are you?" he whispered, he was so close that he had to looked down at her small form. She gave no reply but merely placed her hands on the bulge in his pants, Andreas nearly growled with delight, her smirk as he did made her seem so alluring; as if she knew what she was doing. I rubbed his stiff cock, loving how his eyes gleamed while he looked down at me. I moved to a sitting position on Isis thrown, his hands buried themselves in my curls as I undid his pants, his eager dick sprang forth from beneath the fabric and I made a mewing moan at the sight of him. "Suck me." he panted, his fingers gripping my hair tightly as if to emphasize what he wanted. I made a noise of willing delight as my hand wrapped around his thick girth, my pink lips drawing his velvety crown into my hot wet mouth. Moaning deeply I began to suckle, my tongue taking swipes of his underside, swirling and tasting his flesh. He was at least 8 inches maybe more and he tasted so delicious as I sucked harder and harder, my grasp pumping him from root to where my lips were sealed around his head. My pussy began to drip as I worked, little mewling groans came from my throat as his eyes were glued on my face. I glanced up into his eyes as my tongue lapped lovingly at his underside, Andreas gave a heartfelt "ohhhh" as his passions grew. "I can smell you." he breathed softly, his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, drinking in my scent. The scent of this strange woman was so sweet and musky, it was driving him mad with lust. I moaned in approval withdrawing his pulsating cock I gazed at it in wonder, it glistened in the moonlight with my saliva, my tongue couldn't help but run licks at his very tip as if he were a piece of candy. I growled as I earned a drop of his pre-cum, his taste nearly had me cumming at that moment, my pussy was soaking wet and I ached; painfully. It had been a few years since I had had a lover, and my body longed for him. "Do you wish me to take you?" Andreas voice was strained with desire, husky with passion, and crazy with the need to fuck this woman. I shivered violently at his words, I was so turned on as I stood up, my face only coming to his chest. Andreas eyes were sharp with need as he gently maneuvered the little wench into the thrown, tossing her legs wide, dangling over the sides of the armrest. Andreas knelt, covering her gushing slit with his hot mouth, his tongue lapping up her juices in eager reciprocation of her divine ministrations on his rigid tool. I gave a gasping sigh as his warm tongue tasted me, his rough palms braced against my inner thighs as he devoured my labia and vagina. "Oh my lord! oh my lord!" I panted aloud, my body was so sensitive and eager, he growled his approval as my fingers slipped into his hair to tug and pull. I nearly screamed as his bulky tongue pushed into my aching slit, but his right hand slammed over my mouth to muffle my cry. His eyes looked straight into mine as his tongued my weeping pussy. My eyes rolled and I moaned deeply with such desire as his stunning eyes watched my reactions. Once I had calmed down just enough to cease my louder sounds he stood up in a crouch, his dick large and throbbing. His palm pressed back onto my mouth while his eyes locked with mine, his other hand guided the tip of his member to touch my cum soaked lips, teasingly he rubbed it up and down a bit wetting his crown with my cum. Then he thrust up into me. My muffled scream told him that he had hit home, his big cock then began to pump me, his thrusts were eager and quick, and oh how I wanted it fast. My body wiggled and trembled as he pumped harder and harder, my mewling groaning cries only encouraged his antics. My head thrashed about with passion, his other hand was wrapped tightly around my ankle that had the lock and shackle... I knew he would like that. I began to keen as my orgasms broke over me in waves that never seemed to end... suddenly his groaned and shoved deeply releasing his loads of cum into my womb. We shuttered together as our climaxes shook us. His eyes watched me as we parted, without a word Andreas left me sitting there on Isis thrown, legs spread eagle and dripping with his copious amount of cum. I smiled to myself, wishing that he hadn't fallen for it but at the same time adoring that he had been a willing participant. The very next morning I sat beside Isis at the morning dining table, eating sweet bread and fruit. Isis was dressed in a silky emerald robe, matching drop earrings hung from her ears made of real green polished rocks. Her hair was spun up in a circle braid that wrapped about her head. She was discussing politics with several members of her court advisors that were seated at the table as well. I merely listened to their chatter, not really paying attention until approaching footsteps drew my sharp eyes upwards from my plate. There standing in the entrance a very shocked Andreas, his eyes were instantly drawn to me as he realized the implications of where I sat; at the left hand of the Queen. He blinked, I could see him desperately trying to hold his composer. Isis' delighted gasp broke the utter disbelief of the General. "Andreas! You have returned!" exclaimed Isis as she saw him. "I have my Queen." he replied with a low bow. "Where is Amunet my sister?" "She will be joining us at present, I passed by her bedchamber on my way here and her maid informed me that she was just getting out of bed." Andreas spoke in a very formal, almost too direct way. Isis couldn't place what was wrong with her lover, but she smiled deeply at him and motioned for him to be seated next to Hehet. His answering wide eyes were just a odd to the Queen but he did do as she suggested, stiffly taking a seat next to the woman. He tried not to look at her directly, avoided her gaze but his nostrils flared. Isis noticed his reaction and frowned, did he recognized his cousin at all? Why was he acting so strangely towards her? Once he had taken his seat those that had been speaking when he had entered, resumed their conversations easily. I ventured a glance at Andreas, he was trembling slightly but he attempted to suppress it as he reached for some food. "Andreas what is wrong?" Isis asked in a hushed voice as she leaned towards the General. "I'm not sure my great Queen, the journey was long and exhausting, I may not have gotten enough rest." he lied. "Do you know who you sit beside?" Isis glanced at me. Andreas turned his face to me and our eyes met for the first time in the light of day. His breath caught and he paused suddenly. I wasn't sure if he knew or if he was shocked at how beautiful he had only barely perceived me to be last night. Shaking his head slightly. "This is Lena, also known as Hehet. She came to me two months ago from America. Andreas she is your mother's cousin." Isis informed him. A sharp clattering jolted the room into silence. Andreas had dropped his knife onto his plate at this news, his eyes darted back to mine and his face had a look of mixed emotions. Suddenly Amunet entered the room and Isis leapt up to greet her with hugs and kisses of sisterly love and affection. Andreas shot upright and stormed from the dining hall, using a separate doorway. I was right at his heels, meanwhile Isis and Amunet looked about the table in great surprise to discover what the even bigger outburst had been. Isis found Andreas and Hehet had left suddenly together. "You!" Andreas spat once we had marched out of earshot of the dining hall, he spun around and grabbed me. His iron grip on my shoulders made me wince but I still met his sharp fiery eyes. He was angry and hurt, pain and surprise were plain in his face. "It's true Andreas. I am Lena Stills. Amy was my mother." I said, my voice trembled, sure he was my second cousin but I had always loved him. At this his anger turned to near molten rage, he snarled swinging me around he shoved me against the closest pillar. Gasping I tried to inhale as my lungs burned in protest, he had knocked the air clean out of me. "Why did you seduce me!" he nearly yelled, his voice pitched as his other emotions began to weigh on him, he had betrayed Isis, he had been weak; unworthy. "I... I..." "Tell me!" his voice turned deadly as his fingers wrapped around my neck. Andreas?... Hehet?" Isis voice carried as they heard the Queen walking in their direction from the dining hall. Andreas eyes burned into me, I saw his rage, but then beneath it I saw something deeper; something more intense then I had ever dreamed of to be true. "I have loved you since before your father took you away from me." I said simply, honestly. "But we are cousins." he whispered in return, his face showing his uncertainty and tender unknown emotions of his own. "I love you just as you love Isis." I locked my eyes with his to emphasize my sincerity. "Hehet?" Isis was getting closer with every step. "Fuck. You confuse me so Lena." murmured Andreas as he stepped closer, pressing his body suggestively into me kissing my lips fiercely before breaking away. He turned just in time to greet Isis around the corner. "What's going on?" Isis asked, she was truly concerned. "Lena wanted to speak to me in private for a moment, but now I am here." Andreas said. Isis raised a questioning eyebrow at him, as I composed myself and stepped from behind Andreas and the pillar smiling. "Yes I wanted to reassure him that I am his relative." I backed him up. "I see." Isis accepted what they said as she turned back towards the dining hall. "Come Hehet you must meet my little sister." Isis took my hand and gave a glance to Andreas that told him it would be wise to follow. Andreas followed the two women, hanging back to admire them from behind. His cock leapt as he glanced at Lena's right ankle.... she still wore the lock and shackle!