Long time no... see? Well, been messing around with this chapter for a while now. Its long. But decent. I think. Im very tired. Just enjoy.
"Why did you leave? You know how much it hurts me," I stammered out.
"I couldn't take you with me, it was too dangerous, although now I'm thinking I should have.." he grinned.
I grinned back at him, pulling a fresh silk dress over me, the straps barely touching my shoulders.
"And where did you get this?" he smiled, coming over to me with an unsatisfied look in his eyes.
"Do you like it?" he asked rather rhetorically, knowing full well that I loved the feeling of slipping into a silken dress.
"Yes, " I blushed, "Thank you," my cheeks burning the longer he looked at me.
"You're so beautiful, Amunet," he whispered. "I have half a mind to take that dress right back off of you, but you should rest," he touched my face gingerly, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine, tenderly. He bent down lower, picking me up and carrying me to bed.
I held on to the back of his neck when he let me down, desperate to keep him with me a little longer.
"I'll be back, pet," his words muffled as he spoke into my hair, making me giggle.
A hand squeezed mine and I allowed him to stand up.
He finished getting dressed, glancing at me every so often.
"It really does hurt that badly when you're far," I mumbled out.
"I know. But it allows me to know where you are at all times, and when you need me," stating the last part in his lowest possible voice.
"Is that why you got here so quickly? You knew I had been in trouble?" I asked, completely confused.
"Of course, my pet. I felt your fear. I just didn't think that I'd come back to you already have taken care of the situation," he chuckled, clearly amused.
"It felt so natural, like that day you first brought me to Egypt. Remember we were walking to the tomb, and I grabbed your knife?" I spoke rather cautiously, not sure how he would react. I kept my eyes down at my hands in my lap.
"Do you want to come along with me?" he folded his arms in a challenge. I stayed silent.
"You wont be in any pain if you stay by my side," his tone baiting.
"Where are you going?" I asked quietly.
A smile curved at his mouth, splitting open once he began to laugh.
"Oh, my beautiful darling, I am taking care to ensure that no one dares to ever touch a hair on your head ever again. More importantly, we must cleanse our home of any traitors and demonstrate first hand what I demand of these inferiors- get up," he practically shouted the last part. Apparently he had made up my mind for me, and I was now accompanying him to deal with the servants.
I climbed off the bed trepidatiously, standing before him in the dress he had brought for me, doing my best not to laugh.
"Come, I want to look over your knife skills," he smirked.
I was tired but anxious to stay next to him, even if he was in a different room I still would have trouble falling asleep. Also, I was curious to see how much of a fluke killing that man was. I never would have thought I could have been so capable at protecting myself.
I walked alongside him, following the drying red streak out the room and down the hall.
"How did you get here so fast?" I asked, careful to avoid the blood with my bare feet.
"I was on my way back already, I had a feeling.." he trailed off, his expression unreadable. I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth moving on its own accord:
"Rai eh no tan era," the words fell from lips and caused him to turn around to face me instantly, his expression fierce.
"Ehc ara ah sut tarra," he responded, the words eliciting chills all over my body.
I shouldn't have understood him, but I did.
Our past life together flashed in my mind, but I saw it from his own eyes, coming to our home to find that I had been forcibly taken by the Pharaoh.
The memory pained me, but I continued to look at him. I felt his anguish in that moment, I knew he'd always protect me, that he could never let anything happen to me ever again.
"Come," he said quietly, pulling himself away from me.
I quickly met up with him, continuing our brisk walk down the hall.
We were completely silent, the only sound hitting my ears were our careful steps as we headed down the stairs and into the courtyard where, much to my surprise, all of the servants were rounded up. Surrounding them, were his personal guards, all armed with various weapons. My stomach began to sink, most of the servants were practically children or girls close to my age. I could not see them plotting against us or attempting to stage any murder.
I glanced nervously to Kura. He was wearing a smug impression as he surveyed the scene.
"I turn my back for one second and you all think you can try and form some pathetic revolt?" he spit out, his anger growing the more he spoke.
"What's more insulting is thinking that you could lay a finger on my property in order to get to me," the gold pieces on my body began to warm significantly.
"Come," he gestured towards me and I stepped forward, standing directly beside him.
"Speak now and identify yourself so you can be spared from any violence by my personal hand. Anyone with anything to do with that rat whose throat was slit, will answer to her, first," he folded his arms and I could feel the waves of anger rolling off of him.
The yard was eerily silent, the servants mostly looked down or exchanged nervous glances at one another.
I wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words, or my voice.
"Now!" he bellowed, making everyone in the courtyard, including myself, jump.
"Either someone starts talking or all of you can face judgment," he sneered, demanding that someone answer him with the look alone that he gave them.
The seconds that passed were painfully long, and I was just about to start begging him to leave them alone when a young woman stepped forward. She was immediately flanked by two guards and forced on her knees in front of us.
"Very good, now tell me - who was the man that went into my private chambers?" he snarled.
"I don't know-" he smacked her so hard that she fell over, crying into the dirt.
The guards pulled her back onto her knees, her face already red and wet from her tears.
"What do you know then, or are you content with just wasting my time?" his patience running thin.
"He w-worked outside with t-the horses. He c-c-came into the kitchens the other day after you had left. He w-wanted a re-v-volt, he said," she gasped for air, still crying but doing her best to speak. "He s-said,"
"OUT WITH IT!" he screamed.
"He said that we c-could avenge our loved ones by taking yours," she was bawling now, spitting and choking out almost every other word, whispering apologies as she collapsed back into the dirt.
Her words had only troubled me, and I didn't even want to consider how Bakura was taking in this information. I'm sure I could speak for both of us when I say that we were surprised and that there was far more to it then what we had heard thus far.
Just as Bakura opened his mouth to speak, I stepped forward, looking at him for consent before continuing.
His brows furrowed in frustration, but acquiesced just the same when he nodded stiffly.
"Girl," I spoke loudly, knowing how many eyes and ears I had on me. I did not want to come off as soft by any means, especially after what had just transpired.
She looked up at me, fear still screaming out of her every pore.
"Who among you engaged that man? Surely it was not you, you're far too cowardly-" Bakura snorted, clearly amused at how I picked up where he had left off. I did my best not to smile as I continued questioning her, desperate to find out what I could.
"Who among you had told him that I was bedridden?" I heard Bakura take in a sharp breath while it seemed like everyone else held theirs.
Her eyes grew wide, and I knew that there truly was far more to this than what groveled beneath me.
"I-I-I-"
"Girl," I interrupted, losing my own patience with her, "no harm will befall you unless you do NOT comply with me, understand? Now, I'm going to ask you one last time," I glared at the group behind her before my eyes fell onto her sniveling form once more.
"Who engaged that man?" my voice remained strong and clear. What followed was silence so deafening that I knew she'd have to break it.
Her face screwed up painfully, and I knew that I had gotten to her.
"Sansa!" she cried.
There was movement in the group, murmuring and a few girls started crying at the name.
"Sansa," I called, "Come here or I will get you myself," my voice strangely threatening. I was actually scared to see the face that the name belonged to, knowing full well what had to be done with her.
When a body came forward I looked up, expecting to see a frightful face, I was almost relieved when the face was defiant and angry staring back at me.
The girl whimpering beneath me was shoved aside as more guards brought the woman named Sansa to me. Immediately I knew, Sansa had been romantically involved with the man who had died by my hand. She was bitter for the turn of events, and as much as I could respect her loyalty, an attempt on my life had been made. I couldn't stand for such an action, and Bakura most assuredly would not either. I looked back at him as Sansa was brought to me, his expression rather stoic but his lip was curled in what I garnered to be amusement. He was eager to see what I would do with the girl.
Facing her, I was determined to make an example of what she had done. I could empathize with her defiance, but I couldn't condone it, especially with Bakura watching.
"Are you truly Sansa?" I inquired.
She looked at me, her eyes narrowing as she bit her lip.
"I wont ask you again, are you Sansa?"
"Yes," she said, distaste oozing from the only word she had spoken thus far.
"Did you tell the man that now lies dead that I was bedridden?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
"Yes," her eyes fell to the ground but she had yet to lose the rebellious glare.
"You believed that I was pregnant?"
I gained her attention again, she looked at me with fear finally creeping into her eyes. She did not answer, but I noticed that she had started shaking. Bakura suddenly stepped into my line of sight and I didn't have to look at him to know that he was radiating anger strong enough to make even the guards tremble. Still, he did not interrupt me.
"I'm taking your silence as a definite yes. You thought I was with child, that's why I was bedridden and why revenge would be so much sweeter for all of you, wouldn't it?" I heard Bakura laugh coldly as I watched the girl attempt to quell her shaking. "As I told him right before I slit his throat, I can assure you, I am not pregnant. However, scheming to kill a young woman, and a pregnant one at that, is most disappointing. Why would you do this? Have I not treated you well? Have I not shown you kindness when our King has not demanded such a thing from me?"
She was shaking quite violently now, and yet she kept her gaze fixated on the ground. Bakura was growing impatient, and so was I.
I reached out and grabbed her hair, forcing her closer to me.
"You would kill me and my unborn child after I showed you all mercy? Your King was eager to do away with every single one of you," my voice grew louder, reaching the entire courtyard. "And yet I begged him to spare you. This is the thanks I get?"
It was true. Bakura had such a bloodlust that when he made mention that all we needed were the guards, whom he knew he could trust- I had to spend a whole night convincing him not to kill the innocents that now stood in front of me.
I yanked her head as I spoke, she yelped but did not give into my will. I wanted her to apologize, to cry, beg, anything. No matter what I said or did, I realized that I wouldn't be able to break her after killing her man. She was already broken. She would be sorry it got him killed, sorry that it didn't work out, but she would never be sorry that she had tried. I knew what I had to do.
I gripped her hair harder and twisted it, making her face the others. I looked to Bakura who smiled, throwing me a knife which I caught perfectly by the handle.
"Did anyone else confer with the traitor? Speak now or I'll slit your throat too," I tightened my hands, her hair and my knife.
"No," her voice was defeated and quiet, but that was all I needed to hear.
I cut her neck just as easily as I had earlier, I heard her gurgle blood when I let go as she fell forward.
Part of me was utterly stunned, my stomach turning at the very sight of my action.
The other part of me was content, relieved to have spilled her blood as well.
Bakura kicked at the body, grinning from ear to ear as he looked to the other servants. All of which were either crying or standing still, shock rattling through them.
"I will not hesitate to spill anyone else's blood for any reason, but conspiring against me will grant you a far worser fate than this stupid girl," he yelled. "What you all witnessed just now, was yet another act of mercy on behalf of this woman," he sneered. "If it was up to me, I would have kept her alive long enough to send her soul to the shadow realm for all of eternity," licking his lips at the idea.
"You," he gestured to the girl who had spoken Sansa's name. She looked between us, her face tearstained, dirt sticking to her face from hiding it from the violent scene before her.
"Come with us," he paused. "The rest of you, work as though your pathetic lives and the lives of your families depend on it," he taunted. Grabbing the girl by the arm and dragging her along, I followed them closely behind.
Once we were inside he threw her against a wall, to which she quickly braced to avoid falling again.
"Get what you need to clean the blood upstairs, and fresh sheets. You better not take any longer than you need or I'll find someone else to clean it, along with the addition of yours," he growled out.
Her legs seemed to be unresponsive at first, but she hustled just the same.
After I lost sight of her, I turned back to Bakura who was looking at me curiously, waiting for me to come closer to him.
"You didn't tell me that," his voice low.
I lowered my eyes shamefully. I knew he wouldn't like hearing the rumors going around about us.
"Forgive me," I lingered against the wall, "I didn't want to upset you further," I looked to him for reassurance, only finding his mood unreadable.
"Come," he finally spoke, not waiting for me to begin walking towards our room.
I followed his fast pace, practically running in order to catch up to him. When we had made our way upstairs and the long streak of red began to mark our familiar path, he stopped so quickly that I almost bumped into him. He turned around and picked me up, carrying me into the bedroom.
He placed me onto the couch on the far side of the room and walked back to the open door, leaning on the threshold and peering out into the hallway.
I didn't say anything, lest I worsen his mood. Soon I heard the hurried steps of the girl he had ordered to clean up the blood, and quickly straightened up.
"Bed first," he snapped.
She glanced my way as she stepped cautiously past Bakura, setting down the bucket of steaming water and dropping the rag in it. In her other arm she carried a thick folding of sheets which she had tucked tightly underneath as she began to undress the bed.
Bakura turned around and watched her, she was shaking like a leaf, therefore making it more difficult for her to change the sheets as quickly as she was attempting to.
I looked at Bakura, who immediately saw the pity on my face and glared at me until I looked down.
After a few painful moments spent with only the rustling sounds of fabric to occupy me, she had finished setting the bed and wrapped all of the old sheets into one and placed it carefully at her feet.
"Floors," he said stiffly.
She grabbed the bucket and walked over to the very beginning of where red met the cool tan tiles. Getting on her knees, she rang out the rag and started scrubbing. Bakura unfolded his arms, walking lazily around the bed in order to get a better view of her. I felt an inkling of fear for the girl, she had been honest and loyal to me, I didn't want anything to happen to her.
Bakura seemingly read my mind, because he sauntered over to me and I moved over instinctively, allowing him the majority of the space on the couch. He remained silent, only the sounds of cloth being softly rubbed in liquid could be heard.
He rolled his head towards me rather dramatically and I felt my eyebrow raising quizzically.
I almost broke the silence by asking what he was thinking when he reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my head directly into his lap. He had twisted my head so that I could look directly at the girl, who was peering at us from the corner of her eye as she worked.
"How will we pass the time?" I could practically hear his grin, lifting his free hand and closing the door with a flick of his wrist.
The girl jumped but continued working just the same, if not a little faster.
Bakura kept his other hand on my neck, holding me there as he lifted his hips slightly, burying my face deeper into his lap.
He adjusted himself a little more, grabbing my hair and forcing my head up so I was forced to meet his gaze.
"Unbutton me," he commanded, the smile never faltering from his eyes.
My fingers fumbled awkwardly over the cool metallic adornments as I obeyed him.
I looked back up at him, awaiting further instruction, but he only looked at me plainly. I knew what he wanted me to do.
I turned my head to see if the girl was looking, and she averted her eyes once I had done so. Bakura used one finger, pushing it into my cheek and forcing my attention back to him.
I unzipped his pants and began to reach inside. I heard him growl quietly when I made proper contact, pulling his length out carefully and with only minor difficulty.
I trembled nervously in his lap, not knowing how I should proceed.
"Suck," his voice tinging somewhere between mocking and desperate.
I looked at his length and put my mouth over the tip, looking at him reassuringly when I made a few trepidatious movements with my mouth.
I heard the cloth being moved at a furious pace, followed by the bucket being moved, indicating that she was moving on to another section.
My cheeks were hot with embarrassment by the way he viewed me, a haze of lust encircling his head. I took more of him into my mouth, sucking softly and sparing an occasional glance to make sure I was doing it correctly.
He groaned, grabbing my hair and controlling the speed at which I moved. He managed to make me choke but I did my best to swallow the gagging sensation, moving along with his motion. When he finally let me up for air, I felt drool falling from my bottom lip, onto his massive appendage.
"Good girl," he allowed a small amount of satisfaction to sweep across his features.
I couldn't help how badly I was blushing as I moved to take more of him into my mouth again, but he tugged himself away from me.
"Did I say you could have more?"
I shook my head, invariably confused.
He snickered at me, the bucket thudding back onto the floor by what I perceived to be very close to the door.
"Sir?" a small, pained voice made its way over to us.
"What?" he snapped, pushing me back down his length. I continued sucking as his hand guided me.
"M-mm-may I leave to clean the hall?" she stammered out, eager to avoid the act she had no choice but to witness.
"Mmmmmmmmm…." he mused her question while looking down at me. He lifted my head by my hair and smirked.
"Do you want her to wait until we're done?"
Slowly, I shook my head no. He seemed disappointed in my answer but reacted quickly just the same.
"Out! And if I find you still there, I will make good on my earlier threat," he yelled out.
It seemed like she barely even touched the handle before she was out in the hallway, shutting the door just as quickly as it was opened.
He snapped his fingers, bringing my attention back to attending to him.
"Lick," he said impatiently, pushing me off the couch and onto my knees.
He looked at me expectantly and I surrendered, keeping my hand at the base while my tongue swept up his length.
He growled, throwing his head back and relaxing deeper into the couch.
I inwardly smiled at his reaction, continuing to do what he ordered.
Suddenly swatting my hand away, he grabbed himself and pulled it closer to his stomach and away from my mouth.
"Stick your tongue out," he said, his voice clearly straining.
I opened my mouth, brandishing my tongue as he moved my head with his free hand back down.
"Lick," he ordered again.
Our eyes locked onto each others as I licked his balls, using my tongue to circle them and eliciting another growl to creep up from his throat.
"Hands," even though he said it, the gold encasing my wrists were forcing my hands exactly where he had wanted them.
One hand gripped his length, moving up and down as he twisted my hand around so my entire arm was pinned behind my back.
"I didn't say stop," he said scornfully.
I was a little overwhelmed to keep focused, regardless of how little I was actually in control of. I opened my mouth and sucked softly at his flesh, hoping to appease him once more.
He took in a sharp breath and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up and my mouth back onto his tip. He tightened my collar, I could no longer breathe easily as it were, but he was clearly getting enjoyment from the conflicting look on my face.
"You want my seed?" his eyes were devilish as he spoke the words low, taunting me with his power.
All I could do was murmur in response, despite all of my embarrassment, I felt the space between my thighs extremely hot and wet. I was enjoying myself, pleasing him turned me on to such a degree that I prayed he would reward me afterwards. He dominated me knowing how anxious I was to submit to him. He was a tyrant, and I was powerless to his will.
When he released, I gagged but still managed to swallow. I dripped some back onto him when I lifted my mouth off, but he grabbed my hair and guided me back down to lick whatever mess I had made.
"Clean it up," his voice was surprisingly soft for him, but I was still able to detect the grating tone that always managed to be there.
I licked and sucked at him until he grunted, releasing my gold pieces from the strain they had me in.
I sighed in relief, bringing my pinned arm back around and sitting on my heels.
"Good girl," he purred, warming the gold but did not tighten them whatsoever.
I smiled affectionately as he leaned forward to pet my head.
"Do you want a reward?" he teased.
I closed my eyes, nodding my head into his gentle caressing. His fingers moved to my face, tracing my cheeks and lips with such a light touch that I shivered.
"Come here," he put his hands under my arms and lifted me up, carrying me to the bed.
When he laid me down, he pushed my dress up hastily and swiped a finger across my heat.
I immediately moaned, instinctively spreading my legs.
He climbed over me, disregarding the area I wanted him most as he put his hands under my back and pulling me higher on the bed. Slinking back down my legs, he pulled them apart and rested my ankles on his shoulders, fingering where the gold that encased them ended and my flesh began. His lips finally met the spaces he was toying with, kissing them until he grew impatient and moved down my legs, making me tremble the closer he got. When he was finally at the top of my inner thighs, I could feel his breath ghost over my heat and it made me writhe and beg him quietly to touch me. He did not say a word, only continued to tease me, occasionally brushing a finger across my folds as he sucked on the flesh of my inner thighs.
I moaned loudly, frustrated and extremely impatient.
"You enjoyed submitting your mouth to me?" he questioned. His mouth continued to suck on my skin as I pondered his question when he suddenly nipped at me.
"Yes, my King," I responded quickly, but not bothering to hide my frustration.
And just like that, he had granted my request, although not in the way I had been expecting. A hand smacked my core so swiftly that I jumped more in surprise than anything else. The motion was enough though, and I hoped he'd do it again as I continued to squirm before him.
"Patience is a virtue, Amunet. Did you forget?" he smacked me again.
I opened my legs wider, looking at him with what I hoped was the sweetest smile I could possibly muster, shaking my head no to answer him.
He narrowed his eyes and smacked me a few more times, all in a row and forcing indistinguishable sounds out of my mouth.
I heard him chuckle when he stopped, and my eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, finally tasting me. His tongue flicked sharply against my clit, forcing me to jerk involuntarily and beg him not to stop.
I could tell that he was grinning, relishing in my submission to him as his mouth moved against me. It wasn't long before I was grabbing at the sheets, asking for permission to cum which he immediately denied. Just when I thought I wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer, that I'd have to defy him, he stopped and replaced his mouth with his fingers, touching me delicately.
I groaned at the loss of his mouth but then his voice sauntered over to my ears,
"Cum for me," his mouth met my wet flesh with such eagerness that I was exploding instantly.
I cried out his name so many times that my throat burned and I bucked and shook so violently that I didn't know how he had managed to keep his mouth on me.
Once I had stopped thrashing about, he swiped his tongue against me one last time and climbed over me, laying to my right.
My breathing was erratic as I looked at him, cracking a smile when he moved into kiss me.
"How did I pass all this time without you?" he sighed, settling back down.
"You forgot about me," I said quietly.
Recalling the exact moment when he had touched my hand in the backyard of my old home, no less than a few lifetimes ago. The look of realization sweeping across his pale features, followed by,
Amunet, how I've missed you
He had forgotten me. Wether or not he had control over the matter did not matter, I was not so interested in the details. For some reason, I couldn't help being so bothered by it.
He had been "awake" for over five thousand years now, brewing about the pharaoh and yet one tiny detail seemed to have escaped him, me. Truly, motives for revenge couldn't have been any greater for what happened to me in my past life with him. I remembered what the Pharaoh had done to me, the babies I had ripped from me, their dead bodies swinging from Aknadin's calloused hands.
I could smell the burning of human flesh as I weeped in and out of consciousness. I knew what he had done to them. Im surprised he didn't take the ashes from their bodies and throw them at me, but the memories were just as painful.
I wondered how exactly Bakura could ever forget me, and not his hate. I had carried his blood, I gave him life to continue that hate, what he needed to survive and accomplish what he eventually did.
"How could you forget me?" I whispered again, upset with myself that I hadn't considered it before.
He reached over and pulled me into his embrace, muttering to me in a tongue that I shouldn't have understood.
My existence had been completely erased from his memory. And my former self had personally seen to that. He told me that it was the only way I could have relieved him of the grief that I felt I had caused him.
I cried into his chest, listening to his every word, painful as it was.
Cursed. Truly, we had been cursed in our former life together.
But not anymore. Not another moment would be spent living under anyone else. We had been cut down and sacrificed time and time again.
He promised me, as I clung to him, promised that I'd be safe now. Nothing could ever harm me again. I took in a few difficult, shaky breaths and attempted to untie the knot in my throat.
I spoke to him in the same tongue, my vision blurry as I pushed myself onto an elbow to look at him.
His expression was blank, but his eyes were riddled with painful emotion while he listened.
I know I had hurt him by bringing everything up, but he did not get angry or pull away from me. Then he did the thing I least expected, he placed a hand on my cheek and brushed away a tear, placing his lips softly on mine.
He kissed me so tenderly that I felt more tears fall, which he continued to brush away. He was reassuring me, and I had never felt so connected to him than I did in that moment. I kissed him back just as softly, both of his arms now snaking around me. Enveloping me into his being, I became the part of him that he had missing. I couldn't help but hold onto the moment, the warmth of his embrace and the passion he kissed me with. My gold pieces warmed pleasantly, his lips met mine again and again. The bed groaned slightly as he rolled me underneath him, holding me all the while.
I was still wet so when he placed himself between my legs, he slipped inside easily. He kept his mouth on mine, making me gasp as he moved. He filled me up, taking his time to explore every inch of me, his lips leaving mine to move across my chest, the valley between my breasts. When I placed my hands on his shoulders, he held my back and rolled onto his, placing me on top. His hand traced the notches up my spine to my neck, pulling my face close to his and kissing me as he rolled his hips. I moaned into his mouth and he removed his hands, placing them on my hips. I sat up and looked down at him, understanding what he desired of me. I moved up and down, but his hands on my hips controlled how fast my movements were. He kept the pace slow, and looked up at me adoringly, love written in his eyes.
"Akefia," I sighed, my legs growing tight the closer I got.
Akefia. I couldn't remember the last time I had said his name.
He smiled, although it wasn't mischievous at all. It was warm and genuine, and he traced his fingers lightly over my breasts, cupping them and palming my nipples in careful circles. I was already feeling spent, but I did my best to keep the pace to the one he had set.
He groaned, pulling me back down and locking his lips with mine. Before I could process what he was doing, he was rolling us onto our sides, taking the top position and adjusting our tangled legs. He slid his hands under my shoulder blades and increased the pace, bringing me closer to exploding. I gasped for air as his mouth hovered over mine, I was cumming and he had been waiting to do the same. We clutched each other, our breathing erratic and our bodies slightly sticking together from a light sheen of perspiration. His final kiss made my eyes close, the weariness in my body taking over.
When he removed himself from me, he fell back onto the bed, bouncing me slightly.
"I could never forget you," he mused.
I opened my eyes, and my head fell in his direction. He was staring, fixated on the canopy of the bed. He looked at me and smiled, but it was lurking evil intent.
I shied away a bit, looking back at him curiously.
"What?" I queried.
He sat up with a surprising amount of energy and put a hand over my stomach, lost in thought the more he lingered there.
"What?" I repeated, suddenly on edge despite my sheer exhaustion still lingering.
"You're pregnant," he smiled, joy radiating off his entire body.
My mouth would have dropped to the floor, had I not been laying down.
"H-how.." I trailed off, not really comprehending what question I wanted to ask first.
"Come here," he demanded, laying back down with a look of satisfaction that I had yet to see don his features.
It was enough to make me grin but not enough to take my mind off of what I had just learned.
I laid beside him, resting my head on his chest as his arm curled around me.
"How do you know?"
"I'm not the most powerful being on this pathetic planet for my lack of perception, my queen," he sniggered.
"You can't hide anything from me, that includes anything happening right there," he touched my stomach, tracing a finger around my belly button.
"You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, you wore pregnancy like a goddess. Now you can live like one. How many children will you give me?" he asked, breathing in my hair deeply.
"I don't know," still stunned. As much as I wanted to talk to him, we had practically fooled around all day and I had killed two people. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, I was drifting deeply into his scent.
"The proper answer is, as many as I wish," I heard him say, faintly.
"As many as you wish," I murmured sleepily.
I had gotten a quiet laugh from him, tucking his arm under mine and pulling me even closer. I could have purred with content if I wasn't already falling asleep, my limbs useless and made of cement.
"You could have had such a different life, Amunet. What if I didn't find you?" his voice veered far from me, but I listened as long as I could.
"You would have been lost from me forever, and I never would have known. What a sad existence I would have had, an even harsher reign for my pitiful subjects.." I could hear him grin as I faded out.
When I awoke, he was gone but the pain was only a dull ache. I had so many questions and he had yet to dispel any of them.
