Pharoah (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Pharaoh

  Khai lowered his eyes. “They are stupendous.”

  “Good evening.”

  All eyes turned toward the door. Asar had arrived.

  “Good evening,” everyone answered as he walked in. He bowed to Zuri. “My queen.”

  She nodded. “Vizier.”

  He sat down next to her.

  “Good, everyone is here.” Hathor called for the meal.

  The servants arrived bearing trays of succulent food. Zuri settled back in her chair, glad to have all the attention taken from her. Heat radiated on her from both sides of her seat. She pulled at the neckline of her dress, hoping to cover up the top of her breasts in the attempt.

  They later moved to the sitting room. The men separated themselves and talked of Assyria and the building of a new temple, while the women busied themselves with games Zuri peered over at her husband. If he was mad at Asar, he did not let it show. The two of them talked and made nice. Only she knew that it was all a pretense.

  “Asar is so handsome,” Furaha said to Isis.

  Hathor and the older folks retired for the evening, leaving the three young women alone.

  Isis agreed. “Khai has threatened to kill him if he touches me.”

  Furaha laughed. “He is just being an overbearing big brother.”

  “He does have that certain air of danger about him, but I am still too young to worry about such things.”

  “You are nearly eighteen. Now is the perfect time to start worrying.”

  Zuri frowned. Furaha pretended to be Isis’s friend, but she knew her cousin well enough to know that she was just baiting the young woman with gossip.

  “I heard he has had many lovers.”

  Isis giggled. “I heard that too. He must be really big.”

  Zuri shuddered, remembering.

  Furaha nudged her. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, why?”

  “You are lost in thought.”

  “I think I am tired from the travel.” She looked over at Asar. His black shenti hid his assets perfectly.

  “Mmhmm. You cannot keep your eyes off of Khai.”

  Zuri turned to her cousin. “He is my husband.”

  “What about Khai? Is he big?”

  Isis covered her mouth to stifle her giggles.

  “We should not be discussing this around his sister.”

  “She is not a baby.”

  “It is inappropriate for me to discuss his assets.”

  Furaha gasped. “You have not slept with him yet.”

  Zuri refused to answer.

  “This is your wedding night. What are you doing down here? You should be upstairs with him.”

  “He is busy, and besides, we have a lifetime to be together.” She yawned. “But you are right. It has been a long day. I am going to retire to my room.”

  “You are not sharing a bed with him?”

  Zuri ignored her and headed toward the door. She paused to smile at Khai and then left the room.

  * * * *

  A kiss on the lips awoke her later that night. Zuri opened her eyes. Vivid blue eyes looked down on her. Khai.

  “Wake up, my queen.” He kissed her. The smell of liquor was on his breath.

  Zuri sat up. “What are you doing here?”

  “I have come to visit with the woman that I love.”

  “What time is it?”

  “Late and the entire palace is asleep.” He scooped her out of the bed.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “To my room. I need someone warm to snuggle up to.” Khai carried her out of her room and up the stairs to his suite without a struggle. The biceps bulged beneath her delicate bottom. Her body woke to his scent. He walked into his suite and placed her on the bed. “Maybe you are right. Maybe I should move your things in here.”

  He walked over to the table and began moving his collar and cuffs.

  Zuri watched him.

  “Did I tell you how lovely you looked in that dress?”

  “I think it was a bit too daring.”

  He removed his top, exposing that gorgeous bronzed sculpted chest and abdomen. The shenti fell to the floor. He stood in a loin cloth. “Maybe you are right about that, too. I did not like the way the others ogled you.”

  “I shall have Bast burn it.”

  He turned to her and walked toward the bed. His hair was longer. It touched his shoulders. He stood before her. “Rise.”

  Zuri scooted off the bed and stood before him.

  Khai went down to his knees and lifted her gown up at the hem and pulled it off over her. He tossed it aside and then he reached up and undid her hair. It fell down her back in curls. “I think I will burn it myself. I did not fail to notice the look on my vizier’s face when he saw you in it.”

  Zuri sighed. “It meant nothing. You should forget about it.”

  “My getting over it is not the issue.” He lifted her chin so they could make eye contact. “I am going to say this once. You are mine.” He shoved her onto the bed and looked down at her.

  He walked away from the bed and returned with a tray of oils. He put it down and sat on the bed next to her. He rolled her over on her back and began rubbing some oil into her skin. It had a lavender base, which made her relax.

  “To continue our conversation, you are not to be alone with the vizier.”

  “I understand.”

  He slapped her soundly on her behind.

  “Ouch.”

  “That is not the correct response. It is ‘yes, pharaoh.’”

  “Yes, pharaoh.” He massaged the spot he struck with oil and then turned her over and began working the fragrance into her breasts and down her stomach.

  “You should avoid him at all costs.”

  “You are making a very big deal of this.”

  He cupped her breast and squeezed the nipple. “You are mine. I will make a big deal out of this if I want to.”

  Zuri moaned. “Yes, pharaoh. I will avoid the grand vizier.”

  He stepped away from her and put the tray away.

  Zuri scooted back until she rested against the pillows. Khai turned and took off the loin cloth. His penis sprang forth. He reached for another bottle and rubbed some oil onto it. He continued to stroke until it pointed in her direction. “Do you see this? Do you know what I am about to do with it.”

  Zuri grabbed a pillow and put it in front of her. She nodded.

  Khai approached the bed and pulled the pillow from her. “Do not shield yourself from me.”

  Zuri nodded again.

  “No, my lovely. I do not want you this way.” He crawled on the bed and took her into his arms and kissed her.

  She melted in his arms. What is the matter with me? How come I cannot control myself after how he has talked to me?

  “He does not love you the way I do. He only wants to use you.”

  “What are you talking about, Khai?”

  “Asar. Do not let those eyes of his fool you. He is a scandalous demon who likes to manipulate women.” He kissed a path down her neck.

  Zuri shuddered at his touch. Her body flamed with passion. “He is your best friend.”

  “He wants you. He has admitted it to me. I saw it in his eyes.” He kissed her lips, pushing his tongue inside of her. “I will kill him if he touches you.” He worked his way down between her legs, nudged them apart, and kissed her mound.

  Zuri’s head went back as he entered her with his tongue. She clutched at her breasts. “I do not want him.”

  Khai lifted his head. “Liar.” He pulled her down closer and shoved two fingers inside of her. “You are already wet just thinking about him.” He moved the fingers in and out of her slowly.

  Zuri’s eyes rolled up to the ceiling. “I do not want him, Khai.”

  He moved his fingers faster.

  Zuri panted. “Mmm.” She closed her eyes.

  “Open your eyes, Zuri. Let me see those flames.”

  Zuri opened her eyes. Khai stared up at her.

 
“He has a big phallus. Women boast that it is long.”

  Zuri shuddered as the images of Asar’s naked phallus danced in front of her eyes. “I do not care. You are all that I want or need.”

  Khai removed his fingers and crawled back up to the top of the bed and mounted her chest. His penis rose in her face. “Prove it.”

  Zuri opened her mouth and accepted him. He pushed it in deep, almost taking her breath away. She wrapped her hands around his ass and moved it back and forth so that the penis moved in and out of her mouth under her control. He was so thick and scented with wild musk oil.

  “Your mouth is magical,” he moaned as he moved his hips.

  She could not make conversation while she sucked on him. She removed one hand from his ass and cupped his balls.

  “Ah! You are a temptress. Squeeze them hard.”

  Zuri complied.

  “Ah!”

  The penis grew taut in her mouth. He slid it slowly out and left the head in. Zuri sucked harder and ran her tongue along the base.

  “It is so good, but I will not spill my seed down your throat.”

  Zuri released him. The penis slid out wet with her saliva.

  Khai shuddered. “I must be inside of you.” He moved and opened her thighs. He peered down. “Your femininity is so powerful it has brought pharaoh to his knees.”

  Zuri smiled hesitantly as he looked down on her. “Take me, Khai.”

  He growled and entered her.

  Zuri gasped. It felt like his balls hit against her bottom. She moaned. “Oh, oh.”

  Khai eased out a little, balancing himself on his hands. He rotated his hips slowly, teasing her.

  Zuri arched her back to try to get him back in.

  “I plan to make this slow and easy.”

  “Do not torture me.”

  Khai laughed. “I wish you could see what I see. My penis wet with your juices.”

  Zuri shut her eyes and tried to conjure up the sight. “Yes.”

  “I will get the engineers to fashion mirrors on the ceilings and the walls of this room, and when we couple you will see how beautiful you are in the throes of passion.”

  Damn him with his sweet talk. Zuri grunted. He is slowly working my core, teasing it with his stout length, making me so wet.

  “Are you enjoying what I am doing to you?”

  “Yes, pharaoh.”

  “Never call me pharaoh when we are in bed.” He ground his pelvis into her.

  “Ow. Yes, Khai.”

  His body shook when he spoke her name. “You have the voice of a goddess, my beauty.” He touched her breast. “And look at this.” He squeezed the nipple. “My mother is right. Our babies will have no problems nursing from a nipple this size.”

  “Squeeze it harder. It will not break.”

  Khai squeezed hard and then released. “I will not damage it.” He removed his hands and went back to making love to her. He slipped back and lifted her so that she was on top.

  Zuri slipped down on his length. “You are so big.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  She put both her hands against his chest and began to move her hips and buttocks. “No.”

  Khai chuckled deeply. “You are very passionate and know what you want.” He cupped her buttocks as they ground into him. “What a rump.”

  Zuri giggled. “It is too big.”

  He wiggled a finger between the cheeks. “No, it is just right.” He pushed a finger inside her rectum, and Zuri bucked.

  “Relax.”

  “That is easy for you to say. You are not being impaled on both ends.”

  “Ah, but you like it this way.”

  “True,” she groaned. She bounced up and down.

  “Do not come.”

  Zuri stiffened. What is he up to?

  Khai rolled her off him gently and turned her over on her knees. He put a pillow under her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “It is a surprise.”

  She felt the bed rise as he stepped off, and then he poured oil all over her buttocks. He massaged some between the cheeks. “What kind of surprise?”

  “It is a little something that I picked up on my trip to Assyria. Close your eyes and think happy thoughts.”

  Zuri closed her eyes. Something big and thick entered her rectum. She bit her bottom lip. Wetness formed at her vaginal opening. Khai moved the foreign object in and out of her rectum. “Ah, what is that?”

  “It is a fake phallus. I heard that all the women have them.”

  One of his big fingers entered her vagina. He moved it around to get the juices going as he assaulted her behind with the fake penis. Zuri wiggled. She did not know how long she was going to last with such ministrations to her personal parts. Khai moved the phallus in and out of her. Zuri shook. “Not yet. Do not come.”

  “You are torturing me.”

  “Think how I feel. You are enjoying a fake piece of ivory.”

  “You are a demon.”

  Khai chuckled. “Do you wish that I remove it?”

  “Yes.”

  He eased it out and removed his fingers from her vagina. He poured more oil on her buttocks and mounted her from behind. He eased the head of his penis into her rectum.

  Zuri buckled. His penis was larger in life than a piece of ivory. “Oh, you are in my backside.”

  Khai laughed, put his arm beneath her, bringing her body close to his. “I am going to claim this delectable body once and for all.” He bent her over and mounted her like a dog. He held her in place with his thighs so she could not move. He sank his penis into her and shoved his fingers back into her vagina.

  “Ah!” Zuri screamed as her body trembled.

  Khai kept pumping and moving his fingers.

  “Say my name.”

  “Khai.”

  “Louder.” He moved out of her and sank back in deep.

  “Khai! Oh, Khai.” Her body shook. “Ah!”

  “Damn. I am coming to join you, my queen.” He shot inside of her, claiming her, adding to the pressure of her quivering insides.

  “I love you,” he breathed into her ear. “Never leave me.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Khai had been called away on business, leaving Zuri at the mercy of her new mother-in-law who immediately went to work trying to teach her how to be and function as queen.

  “What is this place?” Zuri asked Hathor as they walked around the compound.

  “The harem.”

  It was a collection of mud brick buildings inside a high mud brick wall. The buildings sat in a circle and faced an open courtyard. There was also a big storage place and a place for them to worship.

  She took Zuri inside. “This is where the single household women live.”

  That piqued Zuri’s curiosity. Most of the women busied themselves spinning, weaving, and sewing clothes.

  “At the moment they are creating the new queen’s wardrobe.”

  Zuri watched with fascination as they used various plant dyes to produce yellow, red, and blue thread for weaving.

  One woman worked on a daring creation, a white sheath with two straps to hold the dress up. Noticeably missing was the top piece, which covered the breasts. Though Egyptian women were known for wearing this style of fashion, she had never worn anything so provocative in Egypt.

  Hathor chuckled at her concern. “You will wear this only for Khai in the privacy of your marital suite.”

  Zuri blushed.

  “We are not a modest people. We think the human form is beautiful.”

  They left one room and entered another where they found women creating wigs.

  Hathor gushed as she admired one of the new products. “I simply love this.” It was long and shiny and full.

  The young woman made Hathor sit and tried it on her. The back part fell to her shoulders, but the front was short and rested right above her ears.

  Hathor admired herself in the mirror before removing it. “Make sure you send it directly to me when it is f
inished.”

  “Yes, Mother of King,” the young woman replied, using Hathor’s new title.

  Hathor walked around Zuri and messed with her hair. “You have so much. Have you not considered cutting it and wearing one of these?”

  “No. I prefer my own hair. I’ve tried wigs before and find them hot and binding.”

  “Still, choose one. You can use it when you wear that white dress to create an illusion for Khai.”

  The next room was a nursery. Babies cried or slept in a large room manned by many young women.

  Zuri picked one up out of a basket and cuddled it to her breasts. “What an adorable child.”

  A lovely young woman came up and retrieved the baby from her. She was dressed in a simple brown sheath that showcased her big firm breasts. Zuri recognized her instantly, even though the young woman shied away from her.

  Hathor escorted her out of the room and toward the door. “Mandisa is very good with the babies. She cannot have any of her own, but she showers each and every one of them with love.”

  “Whose babies are they?”

  “The women of the palace.”

  “Oh.”

  “Do not worry.”

  “How do you know what I am thinking?”

  “With age comes wisdom.”

  Yes, she was wise enough to quickly get her out of the room and the path of Khai’s concubine.

  “How long has Mandisa been working with the babies?”

  “Since she was young. Her mother held the job before her.”

  “How do you know that she cannot have children?”

  Hathor hesitated. “It is common knowledge. She was mated young but never produced a child.”

  “Is it safe to say that she is no longer with her mate?”

  “Yes, they separated recently. Mandisa returned to the harem shortly after that to wait for a new mate.”

  “Maybe her former mate is sterile.”

  “That is a possibility. He too has chosen another mate. Only time will tell.”

  “How long will Khai be gone?” Zuri asked as they entered the palace.

  “Several weeks to a month. One of his duties as pharaoh is to satisfy the god with offerings. This time he is trying to get the land blessed with a powerful flood to ensure a good harvest.”

  “Is it hard? I mean, controlling the weather?”