Steamy Hot Yugioh Hentai by Kouseketra!!!!

[Kouseketra_the_Queen]

Part One

Twenty-two-year-old Atemu sat at his desk, scribbling on a piece of parchment with an almost frightening fervour. The sun was beginning to set and he wanted desperately to retire from the long day’s work. His regal visage was furrowed in concentration, his longish hair of black, red, and blonde falling around his face in a playful manner. He was writing to his betrothed, explaining that he could not marry her. The girl he was supposed to marry was a homely girl, and of poor breeding stock. The latter reason was what he was citing as his grounds for choosing to find another bride. After all, he needed an heir; he was pharaoh of Egypt.
At length, he finished. He set it aside, determined that by this time tomorrow, he would be free.
“Kouseketra, come here.” Atemu said raggedly.
The beautiful, insecure, five-foot-four girl, who was Atemu’s personal slave, quickly came to do her masters bidding. “What may I do for you, my master?”
Atemu smiled and gently caressed Kouseketra’s cheek with his hand. “You may call me Atemu when we are alone.” He chuckled.
“Atemu.” she cooed, smiling slightly.
“Fetch me some wine, please?” Atemu beseeched.
“Yes, Atemu.” Kouseketra nodded. She located a flask of wine, and Atemu watched her admiringly as she gracefully poured the crimson fluid into a solid gold goblet. She averted her eyes from his as often as she could, because she was frightened that they might reveal her true thoughts about the pharaoh; she loved him. Kouseketra raised the glass, and offered it to Atemu. Without hesitation, he took it, and drank deeply, draining it.
“Thank you, Kouseketra.” he mumbled gratefully. “That was most refreshing. Now, how about you sit down and pour some for yourself.”
“But pharaoh - Atemu - this wine is for you alone! It is from your private reserve!”
“Kouseketra, don’t make me order you to have some. You have been working hard all morning. Have a drink.”
“Yes, Atemu.” she sighed. Reluctantly, she sat cross-legged on the floor and reached for a small wooden goblet.
“No.” Atemu said resolutely, “Use mine.”
Kouseketra’s trembling hand grasped her master’s cup, and she poured a small amount of wine into it. Daintily she sipped, and Atemu smiled.
“That’s better.” the pharaoh said gently.
“Atemu, why did you ask me to drink from your royal cup? I am but a slave!” Kouseketra ventured.
“My dear girl, soon you will be more than my slave, I promise.” Atemu confided.
“What shall you do?” Kouseketra asked, curious as to why the pharaoh was suddenly not just nice and compassionate, but much more affectionate toward her.
“I am going to free myself from the shackles of my arranged marriage. Then, I shall make you my concubine.” Atemu said lazily, as though the type of thing he was proposing happened everyday.
Kouseketra clapped her hands to her mouth in surprise. “Oh my pharaoh -” she breathed, “How am I deserving of such an honour?”
“You are my favourite slave, Kouseketra; I can freely give you anything I wish. I need a woman, Kouse, and you are the only one I want.” He admitted.
Kouseketra swooned, collapsing on the floor. Atemu deftly rose from his seat and lifted her from the ground with ease. Still with her in his arms, he sat on his bed. “I do hope you won’t do this very often.” Atemu said to the limp Kouseketra as he grasped a flask of brandy and tried to rouse Kouseketra with it.
Her eyes fluttered as the potent liquid slid down her throat. “Atemu - thank you for waking me from my reverie.” she whispered.
“What reverie?” Atemu questioned.
“I had a dream - where you said you’d make me - a pathetic wench if ever there was one - your concubine.”
Atemu chuckled. “Kouseketra, that was no dream. I am going to make you my concubine. “Atemu assured, “Now don’t you go fainting on me again!”
“Why would you want me? There are so many other women-”
Atemu silenced her by gently putting his fingers to her lips. “You are the one I want.” he said with finality. “You are beautiful, and loyal, and I have a feeling that you like what I am offering you.”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes.” Atemu nodded sincerely.
“But I’m just a common girl!”
“With a little pampering you’d outshine a Nubian princess.”
“I doubt it.” she protested, meeting Atemu’s piercing violet eyes.
“I don’t,” Atemu assured, as he toyed with a stray lock of Kouseketra’s scarlet hair. “Now, stop arguing with me. I want you, I shall have you, and that is final.”
Kouseketra was euphoric. Never in her wildest dreams had she pictured something as grand as this happening to her. “So, when shall I become your concubine?” she dared to ask.
“Now, actually. I shall only announce it when I have confirmation that this sordid little business with Cleonatai is sorted out. She should have a man of slightly lower status than that I possess.”
Kouseketra giggled. “You don’t like her, do you?”
“Not in the least bit. However you, I’ve had eyes for you since you came into my service, last year.” he paused, “May I kiss you?”
“You are my master; you may do whatever you wish.” Kouseketra said softly, her lashes sweeping her cheeks.
“No, that’s no good. Kouseketra, you have higher status now, you can tell me what you want and don’t want.”
“But I shall still submit to you out of duty.”
“Just tell me, do you want me to kiss you?” He asked again, trying to be patient, secretly worried she did not want him.
There was a long pause, in which Kouseketra lifted her clear, turquoise eyes and searched Atemu’s expression. She looked down again. “I admit, my pharaoh, that I would much enjoy a kiss from you.” she answered at length.
Clearly pleased, Atemu melded his lips to Kouseketra’s, ardently exploring the soft pink flesh of her lips. When her lips partially opened, he thrust his tongue into the hot chalice of her mouth, desperate to taste her, and relishing the precious moments when he did. Kouseketra knew not of the ways of kissing - or any such intimate contact, and so allowed the pharaoh’s full reign over her, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
At length, Atemu parted from her. “My dear Kouse,” he murmured, out of breath, “You are so naïve. I must amend that, starting tonight.”
“My pharaoh.” she responded, her voice filled with need, “please kiss me again.”
Atemu was all too happy to oblige. However, he did not enjoy how submissive Kouseketra was. He wanted to teach her how to be more dominant, because he wanted a woman who would control him, not the other way about.
“You need new clothes.” Atemu said, breaking the silence, “I won’t have you going about in those plain white clothes any longer.”
“What shall I wear?”
“Modest clothing for when we are not alone, for I want to be the only man to fully see you. You shall wear much less when we are alone, though. Some nice, translucent garments. That way I can admire your beautiful form at my leisure.” he told her flirtatiously, a wicked grin curling onto his lips.
A flush settled on Kouseketra’s cheeks.
“I have plans for you, Kouseketra,” Atemu confided, “And no man but I shall be allowed to touch you. I just hope you want me.”
“May I say something presumptuous?” Kouseketra ventured.
“Of course.”
“I have secretly wanted you for a long time, Atemu. That is why I am so loyal. That is why I so freely submit to your every whim. I adore you.”
“So that’s why - good. I pray you are telling me the truth, and that you don’t obey me out of anything foolish like fear.”
“Atemu, I know you would not hurt me as long as I do my duties.”
“Correction; I would not hurt you anyways.” Atemu said with the hint of a grin. He rose from where he sat, and sauntered over to his closet. He opened the door, and pulled out a parcel that was wrapped in light brown parchment. “I have a confession to make, Kouseketra. I have been planning this for a long time.”
“May I ask how long?” Kouseketra ventured, shifting slightly where she sat on the pharaoh’s bed.
“Oh, since about two days after you came here.” Atemu shrugged, approaching Kouseketra and handing her the parcel.
“What’s this?”
“Your new uniforms. Now, open it please.”
She did dutifully, and smiled. Inside were two outfits. One was of glittery gold fabric, opaque, and so obviously what Atemu had referred to as what she was to wear when they were not alone. The other was a lovely gown - a nightgown, it appeared, of light lace. The lace was of a silver colour, and stitched with beautiful sequins, pearls, and other small, glittery beads of semi-precious jewels. Also with the translucent gown was a delicate gold diadem.
“Oh my - they are beautiful.” she murmured.
“I’m glad you think so. Now, go lock the door. No one should be coming for the rest of the night.”
With her heart hammering somewhere in the region of her neck, Kouseketra did as she was bidden.
“What now?” she breathed as she turned to face her pharaoh.
Atemu grinned at her from the opposite side of the room, where he was now standing. “I’m going to help you become lovelier than a Nubian princess, that’s what.” he smiled, “You, dear girl, are going to go into my bathing chamber, where you shall bathe. There is nice warm, clean water in the pool, I had it filled earlier. You are to remove your clothes once you are in the chamber, enter the waters, and let me know when you have done so.”
“Yes, Atemu.” Kouseketra bowed breathlessly. She quickly obeyed, entering the large bathing chamber of the pharaoh. It was to the left of his bedchamber, with no door, but a fine curtain of black silk.
When she entered, it was not the same room she had remembered it to be. It had always been pretty plain. But now, it was highly decorated, with buntings of red and black, Atemu’s two favoured colours. Flickering torchlight bathed the large chamber in a gold shower. Kouseketra’s breathing was heavy. She wondered what the pharaoh had planned. But she didn’t really care. She was simply happy he wanted her to spend time with him. And now that it was leading to more - she felt like she was surely dreaming.
She approached the pool at length. It was at the back of the chamber, and was large and rectangular, crafted of highly smoothed honey-toned limestone. She wondered when the other slaves had had a chance to fill it. It would have taken at least an hour - but it had been filled, that was the main thing.
Kouseketra felt a sense of overwhelming fill her. She had thought herself truly blessed to just serve the pharaoh. But now she was to be his concubine! And he was going to pamper her! Surely Amun-Ra must have favoured her, but what had she done to deserve such a wonderful thing to happen to her?
She looked down at the pool. Hundreds of silky red rose petals floated serenely on the clear water’s surface. Dozens of unlit white candles lined the two sides of the pool perpendicular to the back wall. Atemu must have been planning this all day, Kouseketra thought. That must have been why he hadn’t asked to be left alone to bathe that day.
She remembered why she had come in here then. Dutifully, she began to undo her dress, and allowed the almost shabby white fabric to fall from her, revealing her somewhat more decent cotton under robe. She removed this too, and neatly placed it at the edge of the pool. She then slipped into the depths of the pool, sitting on one of the large, smooth steps underneath the water, so that the refreshing wetness lapped at her throat.
“Atemu, I’m ready.” she called out, eager to know what the pharaoh planned to do. She all of a sudden felt shy though, and covered her chest with her arms.
“Good.” came his deep, resonant voice. When he swept aside the black silk curtain and entered the chamber, Kouseketra was left staring at him, wide eyed.
Atemu had removed his heavy robes, something no one had ever seen the modest pharaoh do. He was only wearing a small white loincloth, held onto his narrow hips by a golden belt. Kouseketra looked him over. He was intoxicatingly lean, as she had thought he would be, and his body was gorgeously hairless. He had long, sinewy legs, leanly muscled arms that looked powerful, even with a lack of bulk. His torso was lean as well, his ribs just slightly visible under his bronze flesh. The fire shine playing against his body made him look spectacular, and Kouseketra involuntarily shivered. She wanted to stare at him for hours, but forced her eyes to meet his. “Atemu, you are surely a god.” she said, just loud enough so that her words would greet his ears, “You are divine.”
“Nonsense, Kouseketra. I am a mere man. A rather scrawny one, too. It is you who is divine. A goddess who was born in the wrong house.”
“I am not deserving of such words.” Kouseketra flushed as Atemu drew near to the pool.
“You know, you’re right. You are deserving of better words. My apologies for my poor vocabulary.” he apologized as he lit the candles. “Mind if I join you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, merely discarded his one remaining piece of clothing and confidently entered the pool, swimming a few laps before sitting at Kouseketra’s side.
“Now, you’ve seen me, but are too reluctant to let me see you. Why?”
Kouseketra just flushed, her arms still guarding her chest.
“You’ll have to let me see eventually. My imagination can only work so hard.” Atemu said brashly.
Tentatively, he moved so he was wading in front of Kouseketra. “You are shy.” it was a statement, not a question.
“Yes.” she concurred. “I can’t help it.”
“It’s okay, there’s no one here but me.” he said softly, drawing close enough to her that his breath fanned across her neck.
“I can’t yet.” she protested, her breath heavy.
“That’s okay.” he whispered, dipping down to kiss Kouseketra’s collarbone, “This is fine for now.”
“Oh, Atemu,” she moaned, “What dark magic are you using to intoxicate me so?”
“No magic, just instinct.” he murmured, the ardent tone of his words causing Kouseketra to feel a sweet sensation of melting.
“How many women have you had to become this experienced?” Kouseketra inquired.
“None.” Atemu answered truthfully as he dipped lower, kissing the small valley between Kouseketra’s breasts that he could see. He could go no further for now, because the rest of her was underwater, and he had no intention of drowning, for he had just begun to live.
His shaft was as hard as marble, and he had to use every ounce of his will power not to ravish Kouseketra. He kept trying hard to remind himself that this was simply not the place for the girl he would make his princess to truly become his. This was not the place, and it was not yet the right time, either.
“Why are you stopping?” Kouseketra wondered.
“Because if I go any farther, I shall drown. I cannot see you, anyways.”
“You can’t?”
“No, those damnable rose petals impede my view. I can see nothing below the slight bit of your beautiful cleavage I can see above the water, and it’s driving me mad.”
Slowly, Kouseketra’s arms slipped away from her chest. Atemu’s words had worked their magic. But the unfortunate thing was, he’d been telling the truth. He could only see a partial shadow, that was all.
“Alright, so I can’t see you. May I touch you?” he dared.
“That I think I can handle,” she answered at length, “Provided I can touch you, too.”
“Oh, please don’t! I’m in enough torture as it is!” Atemu groaned.
“Why are you in torture?”
“Because I want you so badly, and it’s so hard for me to hold myself off from you.” he admitted, “I can’t wait until we leave this place and I can feel more at liberty.” he paused, “I’ll explain more when we are back in my bed chamber.”
“Well then, you shan’t touch me.”
“I guess that’s fair.” Atemu conceded. “I won’t force you.”
“I appreciate that.”
Atemu smiled up at her adoringly. “A rare desert bloom like you should be given anything she desires.”
“You know, you are not scrawny, Atemu. I think you are stunningly perfect.”
“You know all too well that flattery shall take you places, don’t you.”
“I don’t care. You are encouraging me to speak my mind, and so I shall.”
“Good, my dear girl. You are a treasure to me, do you know that?”
“I do now. Atemu,” she challenged, meeting the pharaoh’s violet eyes with her icy cool turquoises. “Would you stand up for me?”
“No problem.” Atemu smiled, rising so his small, flat belly was level with Kouseketra‘s eyes, “But may I ask why?”
“I’ve never seen a man before until today.” she said bashfully.
“Nonsense! You’ve seen at least one every day of your li - oh, I see what you mean.” he caught on, after noting that Kouseketra was staring hungrily at his semi-flaccid shaft. He quickly sat down again, and it was a good thing, for his manhood had promptly begun to buck and rear at Kouseketra’s words.
“There’s plenty of time for you to see me later.“ he assured, “And you might want to be careful, Kouseketra, you are exciting it.” Atemu said solemnly.
“Excite it?” Kouseketra said innocently, “How could I possibly excite it? It is an appendage upon your body, not an independent being with a mind and thoughts.”
“I would argue that point. On some occasions, it’s as if it does have a mind.”
“On what occasions?”
“When I think of you.”
There was a very long silence. Atemu wondered if he had frightened Kouseketra. Seeming to sense this, she met his gaze, apologetically.
“I know nothing, Atemu.” she reminded him, “I am novice at this type of thing.”
Atemu took her small hands in his, the heat from his large palms and the touch of his fingers, holding hers firmly making her feel secure. “I know. You are a virgin, and your heart has been untried. But all you have to do is trust me, dear Kouseketra,” he said lovingly, wrapping his dripping wet arms around her shoulders, “And I shall do my best to always make you happy.”
“Why do you want me?” Kouseketra beseeched, sounding as though she desperately needed reassurance.
“Because you are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Atemu answered simply.
“But I am a slave, not a princess.” she sighed.
“Do you want to be a princess?”
“Oh, I wish I was! Then we could be married. You have no idea how much of an honour it would be to me.”
“How much of an honour what would be to you?”
“To give you your heir, Atemu. It shall forever remain a dream though, won’t it?”
“Not if I make you a princess. Then it could become a reality.”
“You would do that?”
“Of course. I love you, Kouseketra. Have you not wondered why I favoured you over any of the other slaves? Why I called you into my personal service?”
“Yes, I have wondered.” Kouseketra admitted. “I have wondered often, but never dared to ask.”
“I wanted you as my personal slave because I need you near to me. You are the fairest of the slaves, and you don’t belong in such a rank at all. I made it so that you’d always be in my chamber because I fear for you, Kouseketra. I want you to be safe, and my chamber is the safest place for you. I know the other slaves can be malicious and cruel, and I wanted to protect you.”
“Protect me from what?” she asked curiously.
“There have been many cases of pretty slaves such as yourself being violated by the male slaves - sometimes even by warriors who are supposed to be respectable. I did not want that to happen to you.”
Kouseketra stared at the pharaoh. “Violated how?” she wondered innocently.
“I wish I could completely shield you from this evil, but I suppose it is best if you know.” he paused, wondering how to explain such sordid business to such a pure and naïve lady. He spoke slowly when he did find the words. “Kouseketra, when I say violated, I don’t mean simply by words, but by deeds. The sick men at the root of these shameful acts take pleasure in overpowering the women who are weaker. They force the women to submit to them, and take them viciously, traumatising them in body and spirit.”
Kouseketra gasped, her hand going to her throat. Atemu held her tightly to him, not happy that he’d had to tell such things to the beautiful woman he was trying to entice.
“Atemu,” her voice trembled, “I am so grateful for your protection. I don’t think I could bear something like that happening to me.”
“I couldn’t bear it happening to you either.” he said tenderly. He rested his chin on her head as she nuzzled into his chest. “Now, let’s get out of this pool before we shrivel up like raisins, huh?”
Kouseketra giggled, “Yes, but you must leave first, and provide me with something to cover myself with.”
“As you wish.” said Atemu. He hopped out of the pool, and Kouseketra watched him with glazed eyes as he collected his loincloth and covered himself with it. She thought other men were rather boring and detestable, but surely Atemu was a glorious creature.
When he left her alone, she dared to leave the waters. The pool had been surely wonderful. She had enjoyed watching Atemu as he did his few laps around the pool. She admired his ability to swim, because it was one she did not possess.
She dried herself off with her dress, and put her under robe back on, and only it, because her dress was now wet, and her under robe doubled as her nightgown.
* * *
When she entered Atemu’s bedchamber again, she found him stretched out luxuriously in bed under his light silk duvet cover of sapphire blue. He had put on a night robe of emerald green.
“You failed to bring me something to cover myself with.” she commented.
“You solved the conundrum yourself, Kouse.” he said through a yawn, “Come and join me?”
“Are you sure?” she asked doubtfully, still uncertain that all of this was real.
“Yes, I want to snuggle with you. I’d do more - I want to - but I’m just too damn tired right now.”
“You seemed to be bursting with energy a few moments ago.”
I know, but then my head hit my pillow.” Atemu yawned again in explanation as Kouseketra slipped under the covers and lay beside the pharaoh, turned on her side so she was facing him.
“Your bed is really comfortable.” she whispered as he wrapped a powerful arm around her waist.
“It’s even better now that you’re in it.” he said playfully, a lopsided smile appearing on his lips. “Let the candles burn out.”
“Sure.” she agreed, wrapping her arms around her pharaoh’s torso.
“I’ll only sleep a few hours.” Atemu informed her, “When I wake, I want you to be awake, too.”
“I don’t think I could sleep if I tried.” she assured him.
“Good, because when I do rouse, I’ll make it so you won’t sleep until noon tomorrow.” he chuckled as he yawned a final time and sleep stole over him.
Kouseketra watched him for many long minutes. She loved the feel of his strong arm around her, the warmth and security of it. It was so much better than sleeping alone on her mat by the fire. If what he had told her about the other female slaves being treated so callously was true - she was glad she was here. She was truly fortunate to have the protection of the pharaoh. He was such a great man, such a wonderful ruler. Kouseketra truly felt special to have Atemu wanting her as his concubine.
Smiling weakly, she traced the outline of his clean-shaven jaw with her index finger. She gasped when he nuzzled against her in his sleep. She hadn’t expected it, but she found it pleasant, and relaxed, moving so that Atemu embraced her fully, their faces only inches apart.
* * *
“Kouseketra?” Atemu whispered, sounding slightly groggy.
The candles had burned out, and it was still dark in the chamber. The only light was the silvery beams from the moon that poured in from the balcony. Kouseketra was in his arms, fast asleep.
He kissed her forehead, and felt heat snake through him as she moaned softly. He almost didn’t want to wake her, she looked so serene, her peaceful face bathed in the dim glow of the moon. He thought perhaps tonight would be the wrong night, perhaps he should wait a little longer, until Kouseketra fully trusted him in every way. She already had so much confidence in him - it may perhaps not take very long. He wanted to persuade her properly, not use the fact that she was to be his concubine to his advantage. What was the fun in that?
Tenderly, he began to stroke her thick, unruly tresses. Sometime between the time they had been in the pool and now her hair had dried, and now it was soft and fluffy against Atemu’s fingers.
After a few minutes, she stirred. “Atemu?” she moaned sleepily.
“Yes.” Atemu breathed, kissing her temple, “I’m here.” his plans to wait were burned away by his desire. He’d have her this night, or he was not pharaoh of Egypt!


Part Two


Kouseketra looked up at Atemu from where she lay in his arms, her head resting against his chest. He had woken from his brief night’s sleep, and now she wondered what he wanted to do with her.
“Kouseketra, I need you.” Atemu whispered hotly.
“What can I do for you?” she asked innocently.
“Let me love you.” Atemu begged, sounding as though he were in pain, “Let me make you mine.”
“But I am yours.”
“Not yet, you aren’t.”
“What will you do?” she wondered, sounding so naïve it was making Atemu feel he was surely going to sin against Amun-Ra himself.
He knew she would be scared, would want it slow, and so desperately tried to school himself. He knew if he didn’t treat her right the first time, she would not be very willing the second time, and he wanted her to crave him like a tonic.
Gently, he stroked her hair, and shivered when she sighed contentedly. Still trying to cool his heels, he conjured up a mental image of his father, who was shaking his head. His passion died instantly.
His hands moved to Kouseketra’s smooth shoulders, which were exposed by her nightgown. He softly caressed her warm, silky flesh, trying hard to think of a way to explain what he was going to do so that she wouldn’t be very scared. He knew he should explain, because if he took her in haste, he would be no better than the villainous rapists he was trying to protect her from.
“Kouseketra, has no one told you what happens when a man and woman come together, when they make love?”
“No.” she answered, almost hesitant. She felt stupid for not knowing, but there was only one way for her to find out.
“I feel I should tell you all I possibly can before I do anything, Kouse. This is a rather big thing, and I don’t want you to be afraid.” he said honestly.
Kouseketra moved so that she was cradled in the crook of Atemu’s arm, her head resting just slightly below his shoulder. She dared to meet his gaze, “What are you going to do to me?”
“You are going to be touched in places no man has touched you before.” he whispered hotly, as he dipped down and kissed her temple. “You will touch me in places no woman, not even a slave, has touched me.” he continued, feeling the excited tension emanating from Kouseketra in almost tangible waves. “Then, there is what is called the hymeneal rite, which is supposed to be done the night when we are wed, but I can do it much sooner if you want me to.”
“It sounds so religious.” Kouseketra commented, “What is the ’hymeneal rite’, anyhow?”
“The way I’ve been told about it, some people have made love their religion. The hymeneal rite is where I take you, for the first time.”
“But what does that mean, ’you’ll take me’?”
“It means I shall enter your deliciously beautiful little body with my manhood. Surely you understand that?”
“Why is it such a big thing?”
“It is because, when a man plants his seed in a woman, she has his child.” he said, hating his choice of words, “This is the thing I shall do to you that shall cause you to carry my heir.”
“But why will it frighten me?”
Atemu sighed despairingly. He was at the point now where he would have to tell her the dreaded truth. He held her close to him, feeling perhaps if she was pressed against him securely, it may help her to absorb the information without to much upset. “There is a barrier inside you, and it must be broken. When that has been done, that will be what makes you mine. Kouseketra, the first time, it will more than likely hurt, and possibly even bleed.”
The following silence that ensued was worse than any negative reaction Atemu had imagined. He decided to add a sort of footnote to his explanation. “Kouseketra, it may hurt the first time, but it doesn’t hurt for long. Only a few minutes, and then you’ll feel wonderful, happy in a way you’ve never experienced before. And after you get past the first time, it won’t hurt at all.”
“Are you sure?” she asked timidly.
“That’s what father told me, and he had his fair share of women. I however, only plan to have you.”
Kouseketra wrapped one arm around Atemu’s chest as she turned, so that her face nuzzled his side. “Atemu, if it’s what you want, then I want it, too.”
“Are you sure?”
“If there must be pain before there can be pleasure, I can handle it. Knowing that it is you is all I’ll need. I would rather you have me than anyone else.”
“Oh, my dear, sweet girl.” Atemu murmured as he held Kouseketra with both arms, “I am proud of you. You are so brave. I expected you to not want me after I told you these things.”
“I am not brave, Atemu, I just love you.”
There was a long pause before either spoke. Then Atemu posed a delicate question. “Do you wish for me to perform the hymeneal rite tonight?”
“No one will be here but us, right?”
Atemu chuckled, “Of course not. This is a private thing between a man and a woman.”
“Then yes, I do want you to do it tonight.” Kouseketra said confidently.
“Okay, Kouse. If you have any questions, ask. If you want me to stop, tell me, and I will. I want you to only feel wonderful, not dubious or frightened. Okay?”
“Okay.” Atemu was sure that Kouseketra was smiling.
Atemu got out of the bed and stood, stretching before he sat on the side for a moment.
“What are you doing, Atemu?” Kouseketra questioned.
“I’m going to make sure I’m fully awake. And I’m going to light some candles. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m starved for the sight of you.”
Kouseketra didn’t mind, because it meant she would see Atemu, as well. She watched him hungrily as he lit a few candles. The fire shine played across his face, making clear to Kouseketra the anticipation marked in his regal features.
“I’m going into the bathing chamber for a moment, I’ll be back soon.” he said almost apologetically.
When he left, Kouseketra sat up in the bed, leaning back against the soft, down-filled pillows. She was a boiling cauldron of emotions, and she knew Atemu thought her nonchalant. She was working hard to mask her inner feelings, lust, excitement, apprehension. She didn’t know why, but now that she was alone again, she felt that sense of shyness creep over her again. She knew though, that when Atemu came back, it would soon melt away.
When he did come back, he was smiling and sedate as he approached the bed again. He didn’t come fully to the bed though. He stopped far enough away so that Kouseketra could see him from head to foot from where she was.
“What are you up to?” she wondered playfully.
“It’ll be so much more enjoyable for both of us if we’re having a lot of fun.” Atemu said with equal mischievousness, “So I shall entertain you awhile.”
“Entertain me?” Kouseketra repeated, her eyes glinting.
“Yes.” Atemu chuckled, “I hope you enjoy the show I’m going to put on.”
Kouseketra watched with dreamy eyes as her pharaoh slowly, seductively, removed his night robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. This left him with a translucent, glittering loincloth of gold fabric. It was a small thing, only covering his maleness and a small portion of his hips and backside. Kouseketra thought she had never seen anything so heart-stoppingly beautiful as the sight before her. The gold firelight accented Atemu’s sleek bronze flesh, making him appear to glow.
Atemu began to dance then, with slow, deliberate movements. He lifted his arms high above his head then, and laced his fingers together, causing his ribs to become more visible. He ground his hips and made his stomach undulate in a sensual form of male belly dancing.
Kouseketra allowed her jaw to drop slightly as her eyes devoured the exquisite man - nay, the god before her. As he did a slow, tantalizing pirouette, she moaned as though she were looking at an appetising dish before her. As his eye caught hers, she shivered. The look of lust in those violet eyes was unmistakable.
“Atemu-” she breathed, “Where did you learn to do that?”
Atemu stopped for a moment, panting for breath. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
He started to dance again before speaking. “When I was little, my mother used to always dance with my father’s other concubines. I watched them closely and mimicked their movements. One time, she caught me, oh, I was about five or six at the time. She thought I was pretty good, found it cute that I wanted to belly dance. She let me dance with her and the other concubines. The moves I had trouble with, they taught me. I could never completely master it, though, because only the female body is well designed for those movements. Well, anyways, it wasn’t long before my father caught me. He was furious, calling me a queer and everything. He considered me a lost cause from pretty much that time on.”
“Well, I think your dancing is incredibly sexy. Thank you for that display of your talent.” Kouseketra giggled.
“I’m glad you liked it.” Atemu said placidly as he stopped again and knelt down on the floor in front of Kouseketra.
He took Kouseketra’s hand in his own and kissed it sweetly. “Kouseketra, even though I am a man, and the pharaoh, tonight, I shall be your slave.” he whispered passionately.
Kouseketra was left speechless. Never had she even heard of a pharaoh acting as a servant to anyone.
“Come on, my precious jewel, ask me to do something.” Atemu coaxed.
“Umm, would you rub my back?” she wondered not used to this sort of power over a man, “Please?”
“Of course.” Atemu conceded, bowing his head. He shifted so his left foot was before his right, a gesture normally only done by Egyptians as a sign of respect towards the pharaoh.
“Why do you give me this gesture?” Kouseketra asked, puzzled.
“Because of the same reason others do it for me. It is a sign of me presenting my heart - which is on the left side of my chest, to you. The only difference is, others do it out of loyalty to me, I do it out of love and respect for you.”
Kouseketra blushed.
“Kouseketra, you are the only woman who could ever bring me to my knees like this. Please, accept this as a sign of my affection.”
“Alright, Atemu. Now, how about that back rub?”
“Yes.” Atemu smiled, “Gladly.”
Kouseketra shifted position so that she was lying on her stomach. Atemu got up off the floor and sat beside her on the bed.
Slowly, he undid the fastenings on the back of Kouseketra’s night gown. As the fabric fell away, revealing the smooth skin of her from her neck down to the small of her back and a little beyond, Atemu’s desire returned to him, even more lucid than before. This sensual play was driving him to the brink of insanity, but he knew well that Kouseketra would need much more time before she would be as ready as he was. All he could do to speed things up a bit was try to make her want him.
Atemu began to gently caress Kouseketra’s soft shoulders, figuring that the best place to start a back massage.
He leaned in a little closer to Kouseketra, and dared to silently inhale the intoxicating scent of her, a soft lily aroma.
Slowly, he lowered his hands, until his fingers found her shoulder blades. He gently traced imaginary lines over Kouseketra’s soft skin with his fingers, then employed added pressure on the next trace over, and the next, until he was applying pressure with his full hands, rubbing Kouseketra’s flesh slowly, as he was exploring it for the first time.
“How is this, my princess?” He murmured in her ear.
“Amazing.” she moaned, “Don’t stop.”
He couldn’t wait until later, when he hoped she’d be begging him not to stop for a different reason.
For long moments, he remained, massaging Kouseketra, her sultry moans making him feel as though he would surely go insane. His heart was pounding somewhere in the region of his ears, and he was sweating like mad. Kouseketra was calm, acting as blasé as though she were really a princess and he merely her slave. She’d be the perfect princess. She’d be the perfect queen.
“Okay,” Kouseketra uttered mutedly, “You can stop now.”
Reluctantly, Atemu obeyed. “Did you tire of me?”
“No, I began to fear I’d go to sleep. I was beginning to doze.”
Atemu kissed the small of her back. “I understand. I didn’t think I was that good a masseur, though.”
“You are amazing at everything, Atemu. You excel at anything you endeavour to do.”
“Oh Kouseketra, Amun-Ra blessed me when he opened my eyes to you. That blessed day when he gave me the inspiration to put you in my personal service, when he filled my heart with a yearning to keep you safe.”
“No, Atemu,” Kouseketra whispered, rolling over onto her back, “It is I who has been blessed. To have you, such a wonderful man, to want to protect me, who sees value in me.”
“How could I not see value in you?” Atemu questioned, meeting her gaze earnestly, “You mean more to me than anyone.”
Kouseketra lifted her hand and caressed Atemu’s cheek. She sat up, holding the dark blue bed sheet to her, and Atemu leaned in towards her. As their lips met in a slow, sweet kiss, he gently pushed her back down against the bed. She surrendered to him willingly, desperate for his kiss, he hungry for the taste of her lips.
When at last they broke, Atemu could wait no longer. He sat up, and moved so that he sat atop Kouseketra, straddling her hips. She bore his slight weight with ease, something that amazed Atemu, even though he was light. That sheet still covered Kouseketra, so he knelt down and kissed her collarbone.
“My jewel, will you let me see you now?” he asked as he lifted his head and sat up straight.
She moved her arms, spreading them out so she gripped either side of Atemu’s bed. She smiled up at him, “Go ahead.”
Slowly, gingerly, he pulled the sheet down towards him, uncovering inch after beautiful inch of Kouseketra’s now heaving chest. His eyes glazed over as he saw, for the first time, the full, ripe spheres of Kouseketra’s breasts. Before his very eyes, her deliciously impertinent locking nipples hardened.
“My dear Kouseketra, your breasts are absolutely perfect.” he commented affectionately. He lowered his head again and took one of her rosy pink tips into his mouth, sucking upon it gently, then after a moment he began drawing in earnest.
Kouseketra brought her hands to Atemu’s head, and ran her fingers hungrily through his hair as he teased her nipples, sucking on them and licking them. She had never been touched in such an intimate way before - it wasn’t long at all before she was moaning throatily.
Atemu then bit down on Kouseketra’s left nipple. Not hard - just hard enough for her to feel the sensation of it. She cried out in surprise and Atemu began to feel giddy and light-headed - all the blood in him was going straight to his shaft.
“Kouseketra, you are probably going to hate me for this, but I must do something without much further delay. I’m about to burst here.”
Kouseketra didn’t object, merely watched with wonder as Atemu discarded his loincloth. His shaft was positively engorged, and she was indeed becoming a bit frightened. Just how was something that big supposed to go inside her?
She had no time to ponder. Atemu swiftly mounted her, and slowly, he began to thrust his throbbing manhood into her slippery, but very tight sheath. He had expected her to be almost impenetrable, after all she was a virgin, but she was so impossibly tight it physically pained him to try to drive himself further into her. But drive on he did.
Kouseketra was stunned by the fact that he was actually able to get himself inside her. She had thought that, because of his size, it would have been a complete impossibility. His progress was slow, which was a good thing, for too fast would have hurt Kouseketra too much. Then, he felt the barrier within her break, and she cried out in pain, arching her back. Atemu felt the warm rush of blood surround him, the raw masculinity at taking virginity. He felt phenomenal. He felt horrible. Looking at the image below him, the fragile creature who had just lost her innocence.
“I’m so sorry.” Atemu groaned.
“Never apologize.” She found the wind to utter.
As it was, she was arching her back now seemingly in pleasure, moaning loudly, her strong reactions triggered by the raw, tantalizing sensations she was being subjected to as Atemu buried himself partially within her and then drew himself out again, making her moan in desperation. He began working her fast, knowing it was going to be more painful than pleasurable now, but soon she’d feel nothing but pure ecstasy.
Surely it was more pain than it was worth, but Isis help her, she loved it. She loved the sense of fullness this incredible man was creating inside her.
At last, he had buried himself within her to the hilt. Kouseketra felt as though her insides were being burned by the heat of Atemu’s rigid shaft, his unmercifully alluring weapon.
Kouseketra’s hands explored Atemu’s flesh, sometimes scratching him with her long nails. Her hands finally rested at his hips and clung, pulling him down a little closer to her. The erotic was she writhed beneath him drove him to the edge. Atemu cried out as he came inside her, and collapsed atop her. She cried out also, for when he had come, she felt the hot burst of his seed, and it felt as though she were almost being scalded.
Atemu’s breathing was laboured, his expelled air dancing across the skin of Kouseketra’s throat. He murmured incoherently, what he said sounded like ‘I need a moment’. By Isis, if this was making love, she wanted to make it every day! She wrapped her arms around Atemu, and rubbed his back with delicate, sweeping motions. He was incredibly sweaty, his bronze flesh was so warm and sleek, she just wanted to touch it forever. She loved the feeling of Atemu atop her like this. She loved everything he had done tonight. If like he said, he had been as much a virgin as she, he surely was a natural, either that, or he had superlative instincts.
“Kouseketra.” Atemu breathed as he rolled over so that he lay beside her, “You didn’t enjoy it as much as I had dared to hope.”
“Oh, I enjoyed it, Atemu, but you were right; it did hurt quite a bit.”
“I’m so sorry.” Atemu apologized sincerely.
“Don’t be.” Kouseketra countered, kissing Atemu’s cheek, “The second time will be better, right?”
“We will just have to wait a few moments and see.” Atemu said devilishly, “I’d go again now, but I didn’t know just how physically draining that could be!”
“It’s energy well spent.” Kouseketra decided, “I’ve never seen anything more glorious than you as you were above me.”
“Well, thank you. You were quite lusciously primal yourself, the way you were roughly clinging to me.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, never, Kouseketra. You merely drove me to the brink of insanity with lust, that’s all.”
Kouseketra laughed helplessly at these words. “Was that a good thing, then?”
“Yes, it sure as hell is. And now, see, your charming laughter is making it excited again.”
She laughed even harder at that. She lifted up the sheet, and pulled it over her as she moved so it was she who was on top of Atemu. Now they were both covered by the sheet, their bodies pressing together, their breaths mingled. Kouseketra rested her knees on either side of Atemu’s hips, and, supporting his head with her hands, drew closer to him and kissed him deeply. Their tongues clashed, warring in a passionate battle of lust.
Kouseketra felt the pharaoh’s engorged shaft almost imperceptibly stroking the cleft between her legs as she moved up and down, making her aware of nerve endings she never knew she had, and felt surges of rapturous bliss flow in her veins as a result.
“Kouse.” Atemu moaned, the nickname a sweet caress.
“Atem.” Kouseketra replied, calling him the god he was named after.
“I love you.” Atemu whispered.
“I know.” Kouseketra breathed, “And I love you too.”
“Kouseketra,” Atemu began, rolling her onto her back and pinning her beneath himself, “You were made for me. I know it.”
“I know it too, Atemu. And I do believe, that even if you weren’t made for me, you are a perfect fit.”
“Have I earned a place in your heart?” Atemu asked sweetly.
“Atemu, my sweet, wonderful pharaoh, you’ve had a place in my heart since I first came here.”
“I wish I’d have known it.” Atemu said ruefully, “If only you’d have told me how you felt.”
“It is not proper for a slave to say such to their master, Atemu. You know that, but have forgotten it in your reckless abandonment?”
“Reckless abandonment? What a perfect thing to call it. I admire your choice of words. That is a skill I fear I don’t possess.”
“You do.” Kouseketra assured, “Now shut up and bury yourself in me again. I feel empty.”
He was delighted she wanted him again this soon, because he was nothing short of raring to go. His shaft was once again so hard it was hurting him, he wanted badly to relieve his tension, and bestow his precious jewel with his seed.
Atemu kissed her again before gladly doing as he was bidden. Slowly, he sheathed his fervent weapon within the warm wetness of Kouseketra. He almost wished this moment, where he and Kouseketra were do deeply in the throes of passion, would not end. He knew though, that before very long he’d have to break from her for a while. He needed to cool his blood before he died of indulgence to such pleasure. And they both needed to bathe badly.
He grasped both of Kouseketra’s hands with his. Gently, he lowered himself down onto her, so he was nearly lying on top of her, his and her hands still clasped, resting just above Kouseketra’s head on the pillow. They were so close, that Atemu nuzzled against Kouseketra’s cheek affectionately, and she sighed blissfully.
“Atemu, you fill my cup with you until it overflows. I have never experienced anything as wonderful as you in my whole life.”
“You are only young, my dear Kouse. You will experience much better before I’m through with breathing.”
“Don’t speak of death! It is so depressing!”
His lips brushed against hers. “Not so, for when we die, I plan so spend the afterlife with you.” and with that thought, he came again, his hot seed filling Kouseketra in three hot rushes. “For eternity.” he murmured as he collapsed again, Kouseketra held firmly beneath him.
Kouseketra slipped her hands out of the reach of Atemu’s as he released her fingers. She closed her eyes, shutting everything out but the soothing sound of Atemu’s heartbeat.
For a long moment they remained, simply being still. Then Atemu moved, so his head was resting on Kouseketra’s chest. She heaved for air as he buried his face in the valley between her breasts.
“Kouseketra,” he murmured throatily, “My Kouseketra.”
She shivered. The deep resonance of his utterance against her flesh was almost too much to endure. Then he lifted his face and kissed the left side of her chest, just a few inched below her collar bone.
“Why did you kiss me there?” she wondered.
“It is the most intimate gesture I could think of.”
“What does it mean?” she prodded.
His answer was laced with tenderness. “Instead of kissing your lips, I kissed your heart.”
“Oh, Atemu.” Kouseketra sighed, “You make poetry with your actions.”
“I’m just trying to show you how I feel.” Atemu replied shyly as he nuzzled his face back into the warm valley he’d been in before. Kouseketra held his head in her hands, her fingers gently massaging his scalp. She loved the feel of his hair in her fingers, his longish locks of scarlet, ebony and blonde. She moved her hands to the back of his neck, almost holding his head against her. Even though she’d done nothing like this before in her life, nothing like what had transpired in the last few hours, this just felt so right that she couldn’t deny it. This man was her pharaoh, and she would devote her life to him.

***The end***

[Shaun]

Thanks for the story!

[Annaxubella]

That was soo romantic when Atemu said: “It means I shall enter your deliciously beautiful little body with my manhood..."
“It is because, when a man plants his seed in a woman, she has his child.”
Love is never rich or poor in any time.
That was soo and really really Romantic=P~

(WOW, a 45 minute fanfic)
Great Job!

I gave it 10 thumps up

Atemu stripped!!!
What a man

[Annaxubella]

This FANFIC SHOULD BE A MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jetstar]

another great fanfic by a great writter. although dont you think high priest seto might get a little jealous?

[Mistress of Yaoi]

i guess this means seto is all mine. lol

ph its me jetstar

[vampirelord]

Love it

[Raoul Duke]

lol, you think anybody read this? If they say they did they are lying. I am ashamed to say i did. I was bored. It was pretty well writen lol, but it was ar....not in good taste let's say.

[Symos]

I thought it was romantic. Not often you hear of a hentai media where it isn't just meaningless sex.

[Lucia Skyfire]

I will agree with Quaker on this one.

[Pyro Psycho]

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!NORMAL HENTAI?!?!
IM WRITING SOME YUGIOH YAOI HENTAI!!!!
*grabs her pencil and paper and writes*

[chibi1229]

[quote="Annaxubella"]That was soo romantic when Atemu said: “It means I shall enter your deliciously beautiful little body with my manhood..."
“It is because, when a man plants his seed in a woman, she has his child.”
Love is never rich or poor in any time.
That was soo and really really Romantic=P~

(WOW, a 45 minute fanfic)
Great Job!

I gave it 10 thumps up

Atemu stripped!!!
What a man [/quote]

_____________________________________________________ I agree

[kamon]

This peace is amazigly well written. I've never seen so much effort put into a fanfic before. From one writer to another, you are absolutely invredible. If you come up with anymore, contact me

[Mistress of Yaoi]

i just had to read it again lol

it is just that good!

[Atemu]

Hey Kouse, how dare you turn our love life into one of your fanfics? I regret ever dressing up like that for you - that was supposed to be PRIVATE!!! Between me and you, not the whole world! I hope you won't write anymore about what we do! Can't you just make up some stuff? Why did you feel the need to draw from real life????

[pervert]

That was a nice story and how hard did it hurt