by Pharaoh
“Why aren’t you stopping me?”
She raised her hands and ran them across his chest. “Do you wish me to do so?”
“No, that is the last thing I want you to do.” He kissed her passionately this time.
Zuri seriously considered ending this before anything happened. His penis pushed into her thigh. Her nipples hardened, and her defenses weakened. There was no backing out now.
* * * *
Asar paced the floor. Zuri had been upstairs for over an hour now, and she had not returned. This could not be good, especially since Mandisa ran past him a long time ago in tears. He half-heartedly thought about going after her to see what was wrong but decided not to. Khai apparently upset her or Zuri. Who was he to interfere?
“What is wrong with you?” Isis asked as she entered the kitchen to get herself something to eat.
“Nothing. I’m just worried about Princess Zuri.”
“Why are you worried about her?”
He almost gave it all away. Isis was the last person he could trust with this much information. “Can I ask you something?”
Isis poured herself a drink. “Sure. What?”
“Did you tell anyone that your brother had a concubine who slept in his room?”
“What if I did? It is common knowledge around here.”
“You know that it is rude to spread gossip or talk about your brother’s private life.”
“I am not proud of saying what I did, but I am not sorry either. Princess Furaha asked me a question, and I answered her. Why?”
“Princess Zuri found out about Mandisa.”
“So?”
“So, your brother is interested in Princess Zuri.”
Isis’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. “What do you mean interested? You mean romantically?”
“Exactly, and it hurt her to know that he has another woman sleeping in his bed.”
Isis laughed. “She is a grown woman. She should expect such things. If she wants Khai, she has to accept him for what he is and for the things that he does.”
When did she get so philosophical and so mean? He made a mental note not to mess with her no matter how cute she appeared. “Yes, I know all of that, but you should not go around discussing private matters with strangers.”
Isis eyed him curiously. “Why are you concerned? Do you like Zuri too?”
“That does not matter. Right now she is upstairs with Khai, and I am afraid the two of them might be having some kind of confrontation. She was very angry when she found out about Mandisa. I am afraid that she might have caused a scene and made Khai angry with her. Mandisa ran past me in tears. I think Zuri confronted her.”
“Good for her,” Isis replied. “Khai needs a strong woman at his side. Personally, I like Princess Zuri and always have. If he must choose a bride, then she is perfect for him.”
“Maybe I should go up to see if anything is wrong. They have been upstairs in his suite over an hour.”
He rose, and Isis stopped him. “Maybe you should not. If she has been alone in Khai’s suite for over an hour you can bet she is not in trouble.”
“Huh?”
“If I know my brother, and I do, he is up there having a good time with Princess Zuri.”
Asar gasped. “Oh. I had not thought of that.”
“Do not go up there and disturb them. If she was in trouble, we would know it by now.”
Asar looked toward the ceiling, hoping Isis was wrong.
Isis stopped talking and left him to his misery. He went back to brooding and worrying, torn between the happiness for his friend and the woman he could not forget.
* * * *
Khai got to his knees and looked down on the beautiful Nubian. Her slightly parted lips were still swollen from his kisses, the nipples of her breasts erect and begging him to continue nursing from them. She laid waiting for him to take her, knees raised and slightly rigid. The bud of her womanhood peeped at him from beneath a shelter of light brown hair. Khai ran his tongue across his top lip at the tantalizing sight. He had come too far to stop now. Khai nudged himself between her thighs. Zuri squirmed. Slowly his hands moved downward, skimming either side of her body to her thighs. He grabbed her hips and slid her forward until sex touched sex, and then he took her. She gasped in sweet agony as he slid into her wet crevice, ridding her of her maidenhead. The sound filled him with such great joy.
“Oh, Khai.” A moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips. He sensed the awakening flames within her. Passion radiated from the soft core of her body as she relaxed and matched his movements. Her back arched as he delved deeper. She was so tight and fragile, he was afraid that he would split her. He watched her eyes roll back and then close. She gnawed at her bottom lip with her teeth.
“How are you doing? Am I hurting you?”
The answer was garbled. “Um, no, ah.”
Khai smiled. It was like riding back and forth on a wave of warm liquid. He could not get enough of her. He wanted to go deeper, but he feared that if he did, their moment together would be over too soon. He withdrew most of his penis, allowing the head to remain just at her opening. Zuri wiggled. He growled, raised her hips again and sank back into her.
“Ooh,” Zuri moaned. “You are so thick.”
Khai raised himself and pumped into her.
Zuri opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “Pharaoh is very good at lovemaking.”
Khai chuckled. “Thanks, but you haven’t seen anything yet.” He stopped, withdrew, and flipped her over on her knees. “Pharaoh also knows how to be bad.”
* * * *
Zuri squealed as he entered her from behind, impaling her so she could not move. “Isis save me,” she moaned.
“Neither my sister nor your goddess is going to save you now,” he teased.
It felt like a branch of a cypress was inside of her. Khai’s penis was powerfully built, both fat and long, and it felt like he was trying to get every inch of it inside of her. The thought should have frightened her, but instead she waited for it to happen. She rocked back on him trying to encourage him to go deeper. Khai straddled her buttocks, balancing his weight, and began moving inside of her with quick stokes. “Oh, oh, oh.” What is happening to my body?
Khai withdrew again and slammed into her. “Ah!” She lost control, and her body erupted with a passionate flame that zipped through her from head to toe. She trembled and shook beneath him as he rode her harder.
Khai roared triumphantly behind her, holding her up as she tried to collapse. “Do not die on me yet, little desert flower. The night is still young.”
Zuri smiled weakly. That was easy for him to say. Her body went limp as he continued to ride.
Khai withdrew, changed places and put her atop him. “Do with me what you will, Zuri. I am yours for the taking.”
Zuri looked down at his penis. It was sticky wet with her juices and still fully erect. She moved over it, grabbing it between her fingers tightly. Khai groaned.
“Squeeze it tighter. It will not break.”
Going on just gut instinct, Zuri wrapped both hands around the massive phallus and moved it up and down quickly.
“That’s it. Work those hands.”
The pharaoh of Egypt looked like a handsome, tormented demon while he lay there bathed in sweat. His massive chest rose and sank as he concentrated on what she was doing to him. Zuri rubbed and manipulated the head with the fingers on one hand while squeezing his huge ball sac with the other. Khai continued to moan, rotating his hips slowly as he made love to her hand. She let her hand slide down the long length. Hard veins throbbed under the skin. She worked that area for a couple of minutes to see if she could get a reaction from him. His hips buckled beneath him, and his eyes flew open.
“You have magical fingers, Princess Zuri.”
Zuri smiled.
“And a lovely mouth.”
She lowered her mouth on the head of his penis.
“Ah!” It was loud enough to wake the entire palace.
> Try as she might, she could not take all of it in. Instead, she chose to enjoy what she could. The sweet taste of both of their sexes intermingled in her mouth. Zuri sucked harder, bringing a strangled reaction from Khai. Her jaws ached, but she did not stop once she learned that this pleased him. The eye of his penis rewarded her with a liquid as warm as the Nile. She lapped at it with her tongue, taking the essence of pharaoh into her mouth and swallowing. It was both sticky and nice.
Zuri continued to play with his balls as she sucked. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine that she would be pleasing a man this way. It was not dirty. In fact, it was quite comforting to her.
Khai sat up and began playing with her hair. He tugged on it gently. “Your hair is so thick and curly.” He released it from the band, and it cascaded down her face.
Zuri used it to rub against his lower regions. Khai’s hips moved, and his penis throbbed in her mouth.
“That feels remarkable. I now have new fondness for hair.”
She would have replied sarcastically, but her mouth was too full. Instead she began to nibble around the base of his penis. It quivered and jumped.
“You are magnificent. My cock has never been loved so well.”
Zuri released him and lay beside him to rest for a while. Khai lay silent beside her, continuing to stroke her hair. His touch made her feel wonderful. She could not take any more. Zuri rolled over to face him, and he kissed her on the lips. He moved her hand between his legs. He was erect again. She had to have him inside of her now. She rose, pushed him down on his back, and then mounted him. “I ache deep inside, my pharaoh.” She used her hand to slide him inside of her, and then she sat down slowly, taking him in inch by inch. “Khai,” she moaned sweetly. “Take me.”
Khai moved into a seated position with her positioned on his lap. He reached out and touched her breasts. He squeezed both nipples hard before lowering his hands down to her waist. He used his powerful arm and shoulder muscles to lift her up his penis and then moved her down slowly.
Zuri’s head went back. “Is this the way it is always going to be between us?”
“As long as you desire it.” He moved her up and down quickly, his penis rubbing the walls of her vagina with every bounce of her hips. Her thighs were moist and covered in her juices, making her slide against his thighs when he lowered her. There was no way she could describe how she felt. Her body begged for release. She could stay there all night doing what they were doing and never leave. Khai’s body strained against hers.
Khai whispered to her. “I think we need to change positions.” He rolled her over on her back, raised her legs up around his waist and sank back into her vagina. Her crawled up to his knees, grabbed her under her buttocks, and lifted her hips off the bed. “Hold on.”
He moved inside of her. His hips jabbed forward and backward. His huge body pinned her to the bed, making it impossible for her to move. Khai worked his lower body, rolling his buttocks at first and then pumping his hips rapidly.
“Uh, uh,” he grunted as he lost control.
He kept working himself in deeper and deeper until she could not hold on any longer. “I’m coming,” Zuri screamed. “Harder, Khai.”
He continued to pound inside of her, grunting, muscles straining, sweat pouring. His body shook, and then something warm and wet entered her cavity. He leaned into her weakly, capturing her lips with his. His heartbeat pulsated against his chest. It slowed as he went limp. Khai lifted himself and moved beside her on the bed. His breathed hard through his lips. He pulled her over toward him and cradled her lovingly in his arms.
“Thank you, Princess Zuri. You have conquered pharaoh’s beast.” He kissed her gently aside the head.
Zuri snuggled next to him, closing her eyes and relaxing for the first time. Her body ached, she was sweaty and sticky, and for some reason, she felt safe and loved.
* * * *
Asar crept away from the door, ashamed at what he had done. To spy on his best friend was the ultimate act of betrayal. He hurried down the stairs, turned the corner, and ran into his room, closing the door behind him. Echoes of lovemaking played in his ears. He felt hurt and betrayed. Khai had no right. Zuri was his.
He flopped down on his bed, body quivering with jealousy as he imagined Khai and Zuri together naked and rolling around the big bed upstairs. He closed his eyes. Just the thought made him queasy. He punched the mattress with his fist. Did he take advantage of her or did she willingly give in to his advance? He did not want to know the answer. “What am I going to do? I have loved her since she was a baby.”
Chapter Eight
The look on Khai’s face the next morning told him everything. Asar panicked. It wasn’t a dream. He did not want it to be true. “You have made a decision, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Khai said as he settled in to enjoy the meal before him. “I have chosen.”
“Need I ask?”
“She is upstairs sleeping soundly in my bed.”
Asar sighed. “How was it?”
“Only a best friend would ask such a question.” He paused. “I think I am in love.”
Asar dropped his fork. “What?”
“You heard me. I think I love her.”
“We are talking about Zuri, aren’t we?”
Khai scowled at him. “Of course we are. You should see her lying up there with all that hair spread out, those sweet lips parted, and she is curled into a ball hugging a pillow for dear life.”
Asar conjured it up in his mind and whimpered silently. “You still have not answered me. Was she worth it?”
“What do you think? Her mouth was so warm.”
Asar quivered. Had she used her mouth on him?
“I was her first. Do you know what that did to me?”
“A virgin queen?”
“Yes, and she did not cry out when I deflowered her.”
“I think I hate you,” Asar replied honestly.
“Yes, I know.”
Images of Zuri’s naked body beneath Khai’s plagued him throughout their meal. A virgin? He had not expected that. Most young women were already wed and mothers by their sixteenth birthday. How did she last so long? Damn Khai and his suave ways. “When are you going to make the announcement?” What am I going to do now?
“I thought I would wait until I talked to Zuri first.”
“My grandfather will not be pleased. He wanted an Egyptian queen on the throne.”
“Your grandfather did not spend the night buried into a soft brown Nubian womb.”
Asar groaned. It should have been me. “Do you think she is fertile?”
Khai shrugged his shoulders. “I do not know. Only time will tell. Anyway, you are vizier now. Your grandfather’s reign is over. What do you think?”
“I think I should not have forced you to find a bride. I also think I should have seduced Zuri in the library last night when I had a chance.”
“Nobody likes a sore loser, Asar.”
Asar sighed. “I know. Now I have to just be grateful that I shall be godfather to your children.”
“That honor goes to my friend, and a definition of a friend is one who will not trifle with a friend’s queen when he is not around.”
“You wound me with your sharp tongue. I would not think of doing such a thing.”
“You have no idea what it feels like. She kept begging for more.”
Asar gasped. “I have seen you undressed. I hope you have not damaged her.”
Khai chuckled. “No, she is fine, but she might be asleep for a while.”
Asar finished off his meal just as the rest of the family entered.
* * * *
Zuri opened her eyes and nearly jumped out of her skin once she realized that she was not in her own bed and she was not dressed. She crawled out of it, taking the sheet with her. “Ooh, I am in big trouble. Where are my clothes?” She found them flung around the room where Khai had hastily discarded them. She ran around trying to collect them as quickly as possi
ble to flee to the safety of her assigned room before Khai returned. How was she going to face him? Zuri got down on her hands and knees to search for her sandals.
“What a spectacular view.”
Zuri looked up quickly. Khai stood in the door, staring down at her with a big smile on his face. She covered up her backside.
“What are you looking for?”
Zuri sat down on the floor. “My sandals.”
Khai got them from the cupboard. “You mean these?” He handed them back to her.
“Thanks.” Zuri put them on hurriedly. The hem of her dress caught in one of them. She slipped and prepared to hit the ground. When she opened her eyes she found herself safely in Khai’s arms. How did he move so fast?
“Careful now. You could be carrying the future pharaoh.”
Zuri uncurled herself out of his arms. “I doubt that. It was only one night.” She put her hair back up into the band.
“One night is all it takes.”
He watched her intently as she continued to get dressed. “Going somewhere?”
“To my room.”
He moved closer to her. “Any reason in particular?”
“I need to bathe and change my clothes.”
“You can do that here. I will have Bast fetch your clothes.”
“Then she will know that we…” She lowered her head.
Khai lifted her chin with his hand. “She will know that we what?”
Zuri blushed hotly. “Slept together.”
“We did more than that, little desert flower. We made love.”
“That too.”
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
Khai pulled her into his arms. “Why?”
“Because it was not supposed to happen that way.”
“Love and sex are supposed to be spontaneous.”
“But I acted so…”
“Perfect. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It was one of the most memorable nights of my life.”
Zuri looked up at him. “Does anyone else know?”