Ahkmenrah was sat listening to his father vent to his mother about the trouble his brother was causing and how the kingdom was doomed. For it seemed that his older brother Karmunrah was becoming more of a blight on everyones lives. This was one of many meeting he'd sat in listening to his father rant at the gathering of his court and the meeting on that day was no different until …
"You majesty!" A young slave ran in to the royal dining room, red faced and out of breath. Immediately all eyes were on him as he sat crouched, huffing and puffing.
"Your majesty … for it has happened … for she is a woman!" The slave exclaimed and suddenly everyone was ecstatic but 19 year old Ahkmenrak had absolutely no idea why. The court began cheering, some even began to cry. His father started rambling about the blessing and how the Gods had forgiven him for misjudging.
The strange atmosphere continued all day and it bothered Ahkmenrah. Who was she? Why was she now suddenly a woman, surely if she was a she she'd have always been a woman? The young prince finally got an answer when his philosophy lesson was interrupted by another slave and suddenly his professor was yanking him out the room an down into the courtyard in the centre of the citadel where a huge crowd had formed. The crowd was made up and slaves, the rich, the poor-everyone. They were all pushing and shoving and shouting and yelling, trying to get as far forward as they could. Once he'd reached the area of the steps which his father, mother and brother were already assembled and he saw an escort of 4 camels and 3 horses. The horse that was heading up the group was a pristine white colour that made his rider look the epitome of importance as the rest of the animals were all of sandy shades. The rider of the white horse was a woman but apart from that Ahkmenrah could not tell for it was hidden by a sheer veil that caught the suns light so the person underneath just appeared to be white light. Once the escort stopped mere feet in front of them, the leader lifted her veil and set it back over her circlet. Ahkmenrah was shocked to see it was …
"Tropeaka my child, for you have returned!" Merenkarhre rushed from his position on the steps, Shepseheret closely following him while both Karmunrah and Ahkmenrah looked on in confusion, confusion that they only appeared to have. It seemed like everyone knew something the 2 brothers did not.
Merenkarhre lifted Tropeaka down from her horse by clasping her clinching waist and embraced her before motioning for his wife to join their hug. Once they'd pulled apart he said:
"You smell they same Tropeaka but yet you've changed so much"
"For she is a woman now" Shepseheret said softly, taking her hand and pulling Tropeaka over to her sons. Tropeaka smiled shyly at Ahkmenrah but both brothers just seemed to be drinking in her new appearance.
"Indeed she is and that is why she is here. I would like to announce that Tropeaka, Isis' lady on Earth is to be betrothed to my heir to the throne Ahkmenrah!" The crowd cheered but the 3 people it mainly involved froze.
Karmunrah had just realised he'd been over looked for the title of next Pharoah. Tropeaka realised she was to marry her former childhood friend who she hadn't seen in 6 years but my he had become attractive. Ahkmenrah not only now had a betrothed love in his stunning childhood friend but he was also to be the next Pharaoh.
"NO! IT CAN NOT BE! FOR I AM YOUR HEIR, FATHER! ME!" Karmunrah screamed before lunging at his father, trying to attack Merenkarhre. The crowd, the royals and Tropeaka gasped as Karmunrah spat venomous words at his father, cursing him while he tried to advance to attack him but the guards held him back.
"Take him to the cells" Merenkarhre ordered dismissively while Shepseheret doted over her slightly stunned husband. Ahkmenrah and Tropeaka exchanged furtive and shy smiles while Karmunrah was dragged, kicking and screaming, away.
"Well I'm sure you both have many questions for I will answer them over dinner which is just about … now" Merenkarhre informed the two teens before offering an arm to his wife, which she took, and escorted her to the dining room. Ahkmenrak looked at his first ever crush and offered his hand to her.
"Tropeaka?" He asked and she noticed his voice was so much deeper now and blushed but took his hand with a small smile.
"Why thank you, Ahkmenrah" She replied and both of them noticed how Tropeaka tiny, thin and dainty hand just slipped perfectly into his larger calloused one. Her hand was smooth and warm, Ahkmenrah noted as he escorted her down the halls down to the grand dining room. They entered the dining room, where Merenkarhre and Shepseheret were already seated at each head of the table. The royal doctor, chief royal adviser and head of the army were sat on the left side and their were two empty chairs on the right side for the teenage couple.
"Ah, Ahk, Tro … please take a seat" Merenkarhre gestured to the chairs and they did as they were told. Upon reaching the chairs, Ahkmenrah dropped Tropeaka's hand and pulled out a chair for her. Tropeaka smiled gratefully as she elegantly slipped into the seat. Ahkmenrah returned her smile and sat in the chair next to her.
"Firstly welcome back Tropeaka you truly have flourished from a cute and pretty girl into a divine and glamorous being of lust." Merenkarhre congratulate, Tropeaka blushed and the 3 loyal subjects, Shepseheret and Ahkmenrah raised their glass beakers of berry wine in agreement, uttering 'here here's'.
"Now of your marriage. Shepseheret and I have long since deemed you a suitable pair and that was cemented when we saw the exchange on the day of your departure to the harem …" Merenkarhre continued and at the revelation of his words Tropeaka looked coyly into her lap, nervously playing with her hands. Ahkmenrah reached across and used a hand to gently clasp hers, holding them still. Tropeaka looked up to meet his reassuring gaze.
"Do not be ashamed of what passed between us that day" Ahkmenrah whispered into her ear, leaving Tropeaka to nod mutely.
"We decided that as soon Tropeaka had become a woman she would return to the palace, however recently her return has become more urgent. Karmunrah was my heir, as the oldest son but he, as you know, was running wild-" Merenkarhre was interrupted.
"Excuse me, Merenkarhre?" Tropeaka began and continued when The Pharaoh nodded, granting her permission to carry on.
"When you say 'running wild', pray what was he doing?" She enquired and the Pharaoh gulped and so the Army chief, Jarenguini explained:
"His majesty Karmunrah has been misusing his power, my lady. He has been killing and pillaging. He has been stealing and going through the cities women like his life depended on it"
"Oh" Tropeaka breathed
"My brother has changed a lot since you left, Tro. His evil has bubbled over and manifested itself in some greater form of hatred" Ahkmenrah squeezed her hands gently
"This is why you were rushed here today, Tropeaka" Shepseheret smiled a small smiled
"Quite. The only way I could stop Karmunrah was to relinquish his title but then I would have to name Ahk, here my next heir. I do not have a problem with that it was just I wished for him to be courting when I announced it so when he got to power he would have a anchor to keep him grounded. Not that I believe you would go power mad, Ahkmenrah it is just when you become Pharaoh you need a morsel of serenity to stop you going stir crazed with stress" Merenkarhre admitted.
"And that anchor had to be someone Ahk knew and cared for. For he would only listen to such a woman and we decided you would be the perfect candidate." Shepseheret expanded
"That is why you were hastened. As soon as you became a woman your betrothal could be announced along with my wish for Ahkmenrah to take the throne after me" Merenkarhre finished.
"Now your wedding shall be in two weeks that is why I have summoned the royal doctor here, Farisu is the finest physician in the whole of Egypt. Farisu if you please …" Merenkarhre gestured for the physician to speak. Farisu began:
"My lady, Tropeaka. Your cycle starting on this side of the crossing of Venus and Mercury during the month of the Bull means you will be most fertile the week previous to this in every month"
"Which leads me onto my second point. I wish to see you two bare children in my life time and of not mine, your mother's. I appreciate you are still young so there on order you start trying to have a family when Tropeaka reaches the age of 21. Obviously you are welcome to try before but that is my limit" Merenkarhre informed.
"Ok but Father what of Karmunrah?" Ahkmenrah enquired
"I plan on exiling him for I cannot bare to execute my own flesh and blood" Merenkarhre sighed and a heavy silence fell in the room.
"Tropeaka?" Shepseheret said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence and all eyes fell on the young girl.
"I hear from your tutor that you are quite the dancer. Care to demonstrate while we wait for the food?" She added. Tropeaka looked at Ahkmenrah for reassurance and he smiled and yet again squeezed her hand. Tropeaka raised from her chair and walked to an empty space around the table. She skipped towards the musicians and politely informed them on the beat she'd like them to play. The musicians agreed and an up-tempo tune was suddenly leaving the instruments and Tropeaka moved to stand in the centre of the space she'd claimed for her dance. Then Tropeaka broke into a mid-speak sensual belly dance. She rotated her hips, waist and chest and exercised great isolation of the different areas of her body. Her body wound towards the ground in a coil before snapping back up again. She swivelled and span with precision and sharpness. She circled her hips and chest with great fluidity and prominence. Her hands twirled and her arms extended in sync with the swivel of her hips. Tropeaka's whole routine fell perfectly in time with the music and she dancied beautifully with great execution and sensualness. When she'd finished she dropped to the floor in to a crouch before her future husband and the Pharoah.
Tropeaka's chest heaved as she waited to be told to rise. She heard the other occupants of the room applauding her.
"Tropeaka that was enchanting. Please rise" Merenkarhre gently informed and Tropeaka obliged, raising and retaking her seat. As she sat servants flooded in carrying trays and platters of food an ladening the table with them until it was full.
Once Merenkarhre had given them permission to begin eating, the 7 people did. Merenkarhre held a conversion with his advisors while his wife listened on, nodding occasionally in agreement. On the other side of the table Ahkmenrah and Tropeaka were holding their own conversation.
"We have two weeks to court" Ahkmenrah reminded her, sipping some wine.
"Yes but I feel those two weeks will be spent reacquainting ourselves and getting ready for the wedding" Tropeaka countered
"You're very true Tro" He mused before trailing off.
"I'm glad to be marrying you Tropeaka. I've loved you for longer than I can remember and being able to spend eternity with you makes it sound 10 times more appealing" Ahkmenrah confessed.
"Well I suppose we are lucky. Not many get to marry those who they love" Tropeaka replied
"You love me?" He asked
"Yes, my feelings for you are an exact replica of those you claim to feel for me"
"I do not claim my feelings for you, I state them. They are true, I do love you"
"And I, you" Tropeaka finished and the two smiled at each other coyly. Ahkmenrah squeezing reaching across and squeezing her hand again. The two continued their flirty replies all the way though dinner, that passed surprisingly fast and before either new they were strolling down the halls towards Tropeaka's temporary room.
"And this is where I leave you, Tro" Ahkmemrah stated once they reached a large, honey vanished door.
"I suppose. Goodnight Ahk, I love you" Tropeaka sighed, opening her door and pushing it backwards so she now stood over the threshold.
"I love you too" Ahkmenrah smiled before turning to walk away but Tropeaka quickly called him back:
"Ahk?"
"Yes" he replied turning but before he new what hit him, her lips were on his. Ahkmenrah returned the kiss that released all their years of yearning and lost love. He wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, bringing her 5' 9.5" curvy, slim body into his toned and muscular 6' 4" one. Their kiss was passionate and before either new it they were falling back into Tropeaka's room. Ahkmenrah quickly scooped her up, sitting on her bed with her straddling him. His am right arm came to rest on her waist, pressing her against him while his left wandered up her spine, slowly lifting the loop of her halter neck over her head. Her right hand however had locked into his hair, tugging at his dark locks softly while her left wandered his defined chest. Ahkmenrah soon broke their kiss to plant searing peaks on her neck and jaw. He manipulated the fabric of her dress over head before revealing her bosom to himself.
"So beautiful" he whispered into the valley of her chest as he kissed the soft flesh. Light moans tumbled from Tropeaka's lips as her hands found his shoulders so she could brace herself. Ahkmenrah's tongue grazed over her nipple and Tropeaka knew it had gone too far.
"Ahk … Ahk … Ahkmenrah" she said as she pushed him away. The young prince's response was to look up, with big confused eyes and pout.
"We can't do this, we are not wed" Tropeaka reminded him and Ahkmenrah sighed.
"For I have loved you since I was but 10 years old. If I take you now what difference will it make? We are to wed anyway I'm just bringing forth the inevitable. I am not the type of man, Tro to believe a woman is any less worthy because of what she's done in that area … unless of course you do not wish for me to take you yet and if that is the case I understand" Ahkmenrah explained
"I do want you to, of course I do … it's just my cycle. Can you wait a few days?" Tropeaka asked hopefully
"For you, I would wait for an eternity" Ahkmenrah pecked her lips before returning his grip to her waist and lifting of his and back to her feet.
"And I you but you should probably go before anyone gets too suspicious" Tropeaka suggested as Ahkmenrah also rose.
"I suppose you're right" he walked towards the door
"When am I ever not?" Tropeaka teased, following him to the door.
"Fair point my dear Tro, that is true. For now however, goodnight" Ahkmenrah turned to face her once more, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead while embracing her tightly.
-line break-
The next few days passed quickly and the couple were already getting further and further in to the depths of ever lasting love. They were currently sat in the extensive gardens of the palace, talking while Tropeaka drew Ahkmenrah. Ahkmenrah was leaning against a low decorative wall in sandy, loose, cotton chinos along with a informal, white, 3/4 length sleeve, cotton shirt and tan leather sandals. He was eating an apple as he sat observing the beautiful city and girl before him. Tropeaka was wearing a baby pink, spaghetti strapped body-con dress. It was floor length, made out of cotton and had a built support for her bosom. Tropeaka too had also chosen to tan sandals as she sat opposite Ahkmenrah drawing with great accuracy and precision on her papyrus in charcoals and chalks.
"… and my brother is to be tried today" Ahkmenrah changed their topic if conversation.
"I know, I wonder where your father will banish him to, hopefully not some where too far away that would hard on your mother" Tropeaka acknowledged
"It will be hard on her but I think he needs to be far away, for he is bad news"
"He is your brother"
"You cannot choose your family"
"Ahk, do not say that-surely deep down some where there must be an ounce of affection for him?"
"No! I hope he burns like a thousand lizards in the acid baths of Satan's lair when he reaches the after life"
"Too dark" Tropeaka giggled.
"Tro, do you think I'll live up to my father's expectations, as Pharaoh I mean"
"Of course! You're kind and caring and loyal. You have a sense of justice and right and wrong and …" Ahkmenrah cut her off with a kiss to which Tropeaka eagerly responded, setting her drawing pad and equipment down next to her.
"Thank you, as long as I have your support I will need no one else's" he murmured against her lips.
"Accept the girls of the harem who you will keep as your mistresses" she said joked, raising an eyebrow.
"I will have no harem. You are my wife. I am to marry you and I love you. As long as have you I will not need no one else"
"Aside from maybe an army to fight the country's battles and a senate to adv-"
"You're ruining the moment!" He exclaimed, flopping into her lap where he then decided to rest before picking up her drawing pad.
"Oh, well whose this handsome fellow? He really is dashing and if I wasn't betrothed the most beautiful girl-" he teased from his place her stomach.
"He is truly the most caring, fair loyal and not to mention the most attractive man in the entirety of the kingdoms"
"Really?"
"Yes and quite soon his betrothed is to tell him her cycle is complete and she wishes to show him her love, like now" Tropeaka flat lined and Ahkmenrah propelled himself off her lap. Love, lust and concern filling his eyes.
"Are you sure, I can wait" he sounded uneasy
"I'm sure"
"It'll hurt and I nev-"
"I'm sure"
"If your doing this because you're worried I'll stray, I won't."
"I. Am. Sure" Tropeaka asserted before planting a hot kiss to his lips.
"Now, please take me and claim me as yours" she broke away slightly to utter. Ahkmenrah smiled before standing up and gently bringing her with him. He laced their fingers, collected her stuff and guided her back to his room.
As soon as they reached the privacy of the young prince's room, Tropeaka had pushed her ample bosom against his toned and defined chest and they both leant in. Meeting in the middle, they kissed hard. Her lips crashing on to his as his hand grabbed the back of her neck, desperately grappling in an attempt to bring her closer to him. His tongue entered her mouth and wrapped around her's as Tropeaka's hands gripped tightly on his shirt. Her head was spinning slightly at the passion that was building. They came up for air a few minutes late after their passionate and feverish kiss.
"Tropeaka, are you sure?" Ahkmenrah asked, knowing if she didn't want this he wouldn't be able to control himself beyond that point.
"Ahkmemrah, my Pharoah and future husband, I'm ready and have been since the betrothal was announced!" she explained in a soft and loving voice before pecking his lips once more. A handsome smile graced his face as he moved his large hands to her tiny waist lifting her up and manoeuvring them both to his huge bed they in the centre of his grand room under a canopy of silks.
"I love you but this will hurt and I'm so sorry" He looked pained as he laid her down on the bed and clambered on top of her, his tall and muscular frame completely masking hers.
"I love you too and I know you would never intentionally harm me" she whispered a reassurance, bringing his body closer. He kissed her passionately once again whilst grabbing the fabric at the waist of her dress an pulling. The figure hugging fabric slid up her body and bunched at her waist before Ahkmenrah put his hands on the bare skin if her stomach pushing it off her completely.
"The goddess did wondered when she created you" he commented, his ocean eyes devouring her body.
"But i bet the Gods did 10 times more for you" she pouted as a blush crept across her cheeks at his compliment. He chuckled softly before lifting his chest of off her and placing his hands on his shirt.
"No! No! No, let me … please?" Tropeaka begged and Ahkmenrah smiled. She took the material between her fingers and slowly lifted it up his defined torso, his eyes glued on her as he watched her undress him slowly. He lifted his arms up above his head to help her and as soon as she'd removed the piece of clothing, Tropeaka brought her hands down on his chest, her fingers exploring. He shifted above her and his breath got stuck in his throat. Her dainty finger with long, perfect nails dipped and caressed over the firm ridges of his upper body before gravitating down where she carefully hooked her thumbs into his chinos and pulling them down his legs. He was now just in his underwear.
Tropeaka could see that her lover was already aroused. Putting her hands back on his shoulders, he leant in, his lips brushing against hers as his eyes fell slowly shut.
"I feel like in a moment I will wake, for this will have all been a dream and you will still be in Cairo" he confessed, almost sadly. She placed her hand on his cheek, stroking it.
"Ahk, please if anyone of us is dreaming, tis I. I spent every hour pining after you in that temple" her voice wavered as tears swam in her eyes. He pressed his lips to her tightly, his hips rocking and his excitement growing. Tropeaka herself felt her core bubbling and a fire beginning to blaze in between her thighs.
"Take me, my love. Please. I need you." She whispered and he nodded, kissing her jaw, neck leaving a indication he was there. His breathing started to quicken as his eyes scanned lower a long with the sweep of his hands.
"Isis has blessed me by blessing you" he breathed on her upper breast before attaching his lips in a suction. Ahkmenrah slowly trailed them around her right breast before wrapping them around her perked nipple.
"Ahk, ple-ease!" Her back arched as she spoke.
"I want to do this right, I'm taking it slow" he answered, the vibration reverberating. To her credit, Tropeaka did not protest, she knew he was right and she was just being too impatient, she just needed him. He detached his lips from your nipple and went to her other breast, lavishing it in the same amount of attention, little moans starting to uncontrollably escape her mouth.
Once he was satisfied with the pleasure and intimacy he'd received and given from/to her chest, he trailed his mouth down her stomach, making her squirm and wiggle. He then took the waistband of her small underwear in-between his teeth, pulling the skimpy fabric down her long golden legs, exposing her most private part to his eyes.
Tropeaka suddenly felt shy, he was still in his undergarment and her hands left his body and went between their two bodies in an attempt to cover herself slightly.
"Tro, do not hide from me-I love you, I would never judge you. Please, just let me see" he pleaded and her hands went from her crotch and bosom to his form. She stroked his manhood a few times before freeing him from his underwear. She grabbed him in her hands and his forehead pressed against hers whilst he breathing became heavy and his eyes screwed shut.
"I apologise for the pain I'm about to put you in" Ahkmenrah said with great feeling.
"Its ok, I'll be ok" Tropeaka replied before his mouth was sealed on to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Meanwhile he aligned himself with her, grabbing both her hands and intertwining their fingers before focusing his eyes on her and slowly sliding himself in to her, not only taking her virginity but giving his.
Tropeaka sucked in a breath and a few tears trickled down her cheek. The young prince had stretched her beyond breaking point and the feeling felt not only foreign but uncomfortable.
"I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I am so sorry" he whispered like it was his mantra as he kissed her tears away.
"I'm alright just don't move, please" was her sole response.
"Of course … for the love of Ra, you are tight" he groaned, his head falling in the crook of her neck as he tried to focus on kissing her collarbone, shoulders, neck and jaw while she got used to the feeling of him inside of her.
"Ahk" she let out in a breath, her hips rising lightly from the bed to tell him that he could move. Ahkmenrah started rolling his hips back and forth at a very slow space, making sure he always reached the deepest part of her with each thrust.
"Tro" he moaned out, his fingers squeezing her as his lips fell on hers again, feverishly. Tropeaka started to move her shapely hips in sync with his, meeting his thrusts to allow him to go even deeper.
"Ahk! You are good at this … I don't think I can last!" she moaned into his mouth, evoking a groan from him. His right hand left hers to trail down her side before stopping over her right breast where started brushing his thumb over her nipple flicking it lightly.
"AAHH!" a whimper-scream left her mouth at his actions. Despite been a simple tactic it pushed her closer and closer to the edge, her core constricting around him.
"Tro, let go. I've got. You're safe. I wont leave" he murmured seductively but tentatively. At his words her insides began to clench violently as her closed and her head falling back as her lover's name fell repeatedly from her swollen lips.
Ahkmenrah rode her through her through her release and his thrusts soon became sloppy as he watched her fall apart under him.
"Tro, my love!" He grunted out as he stilled his hips and released his arousal inside of her. He also brought her into another kiss where he kept his forehead on hers and they came down from their cloud of euphoria together. Once recovered enough, Ahkmenrah removed himself from Tropeaka. He momentarily broke their contact before flopping down on her again, this time his head in the valley of her bosom.
"Are you ok?" He mumbled into her breast, pressing a chaste kiss to the soft flesh as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Terrific" was Tropeaka's sole reply before the young couple slowly drifted out of consciousness