by N J Adel
He ran his index finger along my slit, and then sucked the glistening fingertip slowly. “It’s hot.”
Scorching.
A new gush burst out of me.
He placed his palms under me, cupping my rear, squeezing and then pulling me to him. Then he leaned forward, his heavy arousal pressing against me, throbbing together.
My legs wound around his back, and I couldn’t wait to feel the fullness of him.
Taking one hand of mine, he placed it on the left side of his chest. “The last brick of the wall is about to collapse. I believe Majesty can sense me then.”
Part of me wanted to know exactly how Nur felt. Despite how violating it was, that power was unusually beautiful. Especially, when the one about to penetrate my most intimate place was as discreet and internal as my apprentice. Reading him was the only way to know how he truly felt without any room for speculations or false perceptions.
Another part of me, the part that wasn’t selfish or vain, didn’t want Nur to suffer through the changes forced upon us. At least, he could have his privacy. The luxury of keeping a secret.
On the terms of sparking his fire, I was conflicted, too. Without it, he would have the ability to be angry without killing an innocent soul. To make love to whomever he wanted whenever he wanted without fatal risks.
However, Nur would be a weak link in our circle. A vulnerable point where our ruthless enemy would attack when the time came.
Nur’s hand returned under my buttocks, snatching me out of my concerns for the future and placing me in the sweet present, when we were both naked and about to make love after one thousand years of dryness.
His tip snaked its way into my folds. Kissing me, he thrust forward.
My breaths snagged with a moan. Not only out of the unexpected way he felt inside me, filled me to the core, but also because of the deluge of his emotions flooding into my soul.
“Majesty feels so…” He bit his lower lip, his eyes closed as if he were in a bliss.
He felt incredibly gratifying, too. With his heart before his body.
What Nur felt for me was much more that I could have ever expected or learnt through words. Underneath this calmness that seemed to—even for a little while—soothe my flames to a steady heat instead of the consuming hell that had raged within, unable to quell, was a hell of his own.
He’d had these defenses for so long, effective for others, keeping them out, yet I had my own door.
How rude of me to have entered without an invitation?
He hated it to the point of anger.
Yes. It hurt that he had to imagine a distance instead of seeing me right there. Yet he was glad when he allowed himself the occasional dream.
Such joy and such pain.
Equally spread.
The bond of friendship and respect.
The awe.
The desire.
With his eyes and soul. With his heart and every future dream.
All blurred into a big circle of light.
Of belonging.
As if his universe began and ended with me. As though he could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path led right back to me.
Finally, I understood why a strong seventeen-year-old with his looks and brains, who he had his whole life ahead of him, would do everything in his might to jump alive into a tomb.
It was normal for my guard not to hesitate; it was his job to protect me at all costs. For my orphaned handmaid; she’d have been either killed or enslaved. The unknown destiny with its slim potential was a much better choice.
But not for Nur.
Ari was the one who was supposed to accompany me, not Nur. But my apprentice begged to take that fourth spot.
It wasn’t because of the glory of the experiment or because of all the sentimental notions he put in Ari’s head, convincing him he was a family man and needed to stay with them.
It was because of his feelings.
For me.
Should I tell him that I could sense him now or wait until we were finished? The way he moved on top of me, inside of me, was so delectable that I didn’t wish to disturb it or deter him in any way.
Ever.
As his movement grew faster and his emotions higher, my eyes glistened on the verge of tears. What he harbored inside was too much. No wonder he had to lock it up and hide it with such ferocity. And it was overwhelming me. I had to unload it somewhere. I cupped his face and tried to match his passion with a kiss.
“You can feel me now, my Queen, can’t you?” he breathed.
Panting, I nodded.
He licked his lips and looked up for a moment. Then he smiled at me. “Now Majesty knows he is not the only one who is in love with you.”
I should have been pleased. Any woman would be delighted to hear a man say he loved her. But he said it as if it were a curse.
I had no words to consolidate him.
“If Majesty is alerted I might get jealous, you can already tell I’m not. Never will be, not like that.” His lips pressed on mine. “You’re the sun. We are honored and lucky to revolve around you.”
“Then why are you so distraught?”
“Because Majesty might have bestowed me with the sweetness of her flesh, but I’ll never share a place in her heart.”
“How do you know that?”
His heart skipped a beat.
I buried my face in his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him, embracing him as hard as I could.
It was funny how things remain invariable for years and change in one day. A few hours ago I was troubled by the idea of flirting with my own student, knowing nothing about his own feelings. Then my body screamed with desire for him so much that I had to have him instantly. And now that he had opened his heart to me, mine had changed as well.
I put my hands on his bottom and pushed him deeper. Sweat dripped from both our skins, slick and hot, trickling on the floor. Every muscle in his body tightened with desire, and the passion in his kisses poured alcohol on my fire.
How could he not have his fire with all this? His body, heart and soul were reacting as any man who was extremely aroused and in need. It didn’t make any sense.
“Stop,” I instructed.
He stilled. “Did I do something wrong?”
I tried to read his energy, search deeply to get my answer to no avail. “You might have demolished the wall but haven’t opened the cage yet.”
He just looked at me.
“You have other desires you’re hiding. What are they?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes and jaws hard.
Fine.
My new powers might fail me, but my old ones would not. I held his gaze until it softened. “What are they?”
His lips trembled with unspoken words.
Without taking my eyes off of him, I sat up. “You said you’d show me you’ve imagined it. Show me now. Drop your guards and show me your secret desires, Nur.”
“If that’s Majesty’s wish, so be it.” Braced on his elbows, he slid out of me. I winced at the sudden emptiness, the humid air tormenting my sensitive skin.
“Turn,” he said.
The authority in his tone took me by surprise. “What?”
“Flip on your stomach.”
Now, what had I gotten myself into?
“Why? You wish to fornicate as animals?” I couldn’t hide my astonishment.
“No. But I want to fuck your cunt, take it so roughly while my fingers tangle in your hair and around your neck. And I want to hear you scream and rasp my name while I do it.”
I didn’t swear. Not even in my head. Some nonsense about being a female royalty. But if I did swear, that would be the best moment for it.
Some things were better left unsaid and unknown and unimagined.
A gurgle of disbelief escaped my throat. Much to my surprise, as if my body moved at its own accord, I did flip on my stomach.
What in the name of all Gods?!
Was I willing to subm
it to this filthy fantasy because I really wanted to help Nur find his powers? Or did I secretly like hearing the foul words and anticipate the sexual excursion that awaited me?
Rough sex. Violent gestures in fornication.
I’d never had any of that before.
The new endeavor itself was intriguing, despite the repugnancy of its nature. I certainly would like to—
I gasped as he lifted me to my knees and bent my head down in a bowing position. Then he moved my hair to the side.
A sudden rush of ecstasy hit me. The wild energy pulsed through and took hold. I couldn’t determine if it was out of arousal or instinct. A response to desire or danger.
Or both.
His chin rested on my shoulder as he sniffed under my ear, a coyote about to devour a prey. “Your smell has always driven me insane.”
His whisper and the hungry kisses he trailed along my back made me shiver. Then his breaths close to my nether lips sent a sharp tingle down my spine. “And now that I’ve smelled you wet…” He growled.
I inhaled and exhaled deeply. So far so good. Nothing out of the ordinary except for the few foul words and the failure to address me properly. I braced my weight on my palms and stretched forearms, my breaths catching as he licked my folds. When he decided he’d drunk enough, his weight fell on my back, his mouth to my ear again. “Do you trust me?”
I chortled.
His fingers clawed around the back of my neck. “Do you trust me?” he repeated, his tone low and firm.
Trust. A colossal word. Earned by blood.
But when my own blood betrayed me, trust had become a foreign concept.
Yet Nur was neither the father that denied me my birth right and wished to give it to his bastard, nor was he the half-brother who convinced the whole realm I was an evil harlot of a Goddess, usurped my throne and battled me to death.
Nur was the one who had never swayed to Bessen Ra’s side like the rest of my court. The one who fought by my side and sacrificed his youth, his life, his everything for me.
He was one of the three people who taught me what real trust was and how it was truly earned. The trusted three that, whatever happened on this earth, would never part away from me.
And now his hand was on my neck.
The question wasn’t whether I trusted him. The right question was whether I should continue to do so.
Without lifting my head, I inclined it as far as I could to meet his eyes.
Then I nodded once.
His arm folded around my abdomen in a warm embrace. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear and then kissed it. “Take a deep breath.”
The damp air filled my nostrils, and he filled me with his massive erection. I tried to swallow, but his fingers tightened around my throat, clogging it.
At first reaction, I didn’t feel anything. A slight pressing on my neck. Constricting but nothing else. But with Nur’s groaning and vigorous pounding in and out of me, his grip compressed my wind pipes harder. Time after time. thrust after thrust. Until I struggled to breathe.
My ears rang, and a dull pressure wound me tightly, yet the wild energy roiled and darted with all force down to my sex, releasing something…more, something I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.
An intense feeling that pushed all of my nerve endings at once. It hurt and pleased at the same time.
“Oh, Nefertsheps…I can feel it.” He raised his head, slowing down. “It starts as a spark in the pit of my stomach, then it evolves, multiplies.”
The utter delight surging through him as he’d finally found his fire eased the tension in my muscles. Barely breathing, I bucked, urging him not to stop, happy for him. With him.
The cage had finally been unlocked. No more secrets. No more holding back.
The four of us possessed the power to defeat our enemy before he got the chance to ignite his own.
Nur relaxed our embrace, sliding his hand up to my chest, and pinched and flicked my hard nipples one by one.
I moaned, out of breath.
His pinches found my butt cheek, and then he smacked it.
My head whipped up, reflexively, my hair ruffling on my back, and he released my neck. A wild cough took over me as I gasped for air.
“Nake kossek is the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life,” he whispered.
I gasped again. Had he literally said fucking your cunt to his Queen? Again?
And why did I keep getting wetter when he spoke like that?
He grabbed my hair, twisted it around his wrist and fist, and smacked my other buttock.
Moaning, I licked my lips in thirst for his. He choked me whilst kissing me, our fires united in the most intimate way.
He grabbed and released my throat several times, each one longer than the next. We met each other’s needs with fierceness powered by the wildness flowing at every point our bodies touched. Sex was amazing; but this sex, charged with unfathomed power and losing control of it, was miraculous.
Who knew this well-behaved, composed man could have all this passion and unruly, aggressive needs in making love? A foul mouth and dominant urges in bed?
Who knew that a Queen like myself, proud and controlling, would enjoy submitting to a man in affection, let alone her own student?
He tensed around me, inside me, our slick skins ablaze. “You’re clamping around zebby. It’s happening, Nefertsheps.”
“Ye-s-s. Now.”
Panting, he gave me one final thrust and pulled out of me. My head whipped back. We stared into each other’s eyes, screaming each other’s names as both our fires released together.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Basking in the sun, I sat in my chair by the pond, reading yet another history book Drusus had brought with him from Bibliotheca Alexandrina itself. The biggest library in the world located in Alexandria, the newfound capital of Egypt.
Tia and Drusus perched on the grass on either side of me, while Redamun strolled around. Small flames flared and faded in his fists in no particular pattern as he practiced calling his fire on demand by the safety of the pond. A challenge only Nur seemed to have mastered so far.
My apprentice had been hunkering in the vault most of the time. Especially after Redamun gained the ability to sense him. Nur didn’t get jealous, but my guard was a different case. And, except in combat, he was volatile.
For each of us to stay focused, I commanded them to stay from each other as much as possible.
“Majesty remains unhungry?” Drusus asked.
“Um-hum.” My eyes traced the Greek lines. It only took me a few days to brush the dust off my Greek and Latin and learn the new Demotic tongue.
Sharp memory of past events and newly-added knowledge in all sensory forms. Another enhancement added to our growing list.
“It’s been ten days and ten nights already, my Queen.”
I slammed the leather clad papers shut. “Do you think I don’t know that?!”
His eyes widened. “Apologies, Majesty. I was just wondering—”
“I, too, am wondering. A lot more than you are.”
Redamun was standing by one of the new tall walls—the three men had added more bricks for more privacy after the night Redamun flew aflame in the sky—but, of course, could hear us. “Perhaps Majesty’s body doesn’t need to rest, but her mind does.” He fast-tracked in my direction. “How about a nap?”
“I’m not sleepy!” I hurled the book in the air before I torched it to ash. “Feel free to take one if you are.”
He shrugged, crouching before me. “I’m not, and I don’t think any of us is going to be any time soon.” His eyes shifted toward Tia for validation.
She shook her head, rising to her knees, and took off my sandals. “Majesty is so tense. How about a foot rub?”
I sighed, nodding my approval. That she could handle now without accidents. Baths not so much.
“And some wine?” Redamun flashed one of his best cryptic smiles. “The fact that we can survive for…uncountable days
without food or drink doesn’t mean we don’t need to have some for enjoyment.”
I was going to explain for the umpteenth time that for the tests to work properly they had to fast. But when I saw Tia licking her lips, and felt Drusus’s eagerness to serve, I bit my tongue on the words.
How long were these tests going to take? Another day? Another ten days? No one should suffer for the sake of my endless experiments. Nevermore.
Like Redamun said, it wasn’t like the energy of any of us was withering. Ten days and ten nights, still we remained as energized as we had been on Awakening Day.
I alone would be sufficient as a test subject. The results we would gather could be applied to the rest of us. Nonetheless, I knew Nur wouldn’t leave me to be the only subject in this experiment. Or any to come.
Again, I nodded my approval at my guard.
“Aiwa! Thank you, my Queen,” he hollered, clapping, and then elbowed Drusus. “Quickly, before Majesty changes her mind, bring us some of that fine wine you gulp on every day. The smell of that Greek vinery alone in those flasks has set me drooling for days.”
Drusus glared at him. Then he stood, casting a huge shadow over the three of us, his gaze on me. “Some cheese or fruit with it, Majesty?”
I gave him a small smile.
“Right away, my Queen,” he said and darted another baleful look at Redamun. “Majesty’s wishes are my command.”
While Drusus marched away, my guard swore under his breath. Then he kissed my hand. The only part he allowed himself to touch after that night. Despite my approval, he wouldn’t try anything more until he mastered control over his wild energy. “Now that he’s gone, what is really troubling, my Queen?”
“Why do you not like him?” I asked.
“Because, even though Majesty trusts him, I do not.”
“I of all people know exactly how it is to be betrayed by the ones you think you can trust, how the ones you thought were close to you could turn on you in one day. I do not trust Drusus. I trust evidence and facts. And I wish to know which of these you have on him to be so wary.”
“That I can’t answer with solid proof, only my instincts. Majesty still trusts those?”
“They have never failed to protect me before,” I assured him. “Yet I don’t see a reason to doubt Drusus. Neither in actions nor in feelings. As you can see, he’s not very hard to read. Besides, I can sense him, and so can the rest of you.”