DALILA
by Orion
Summary: Imhotep and Nefertiri fall in love and risk everything to be together.
Nefertiri lay on her bed and the hot Egyptian sun scorched the land. While she was lying, thoughts had filled her head. Thoughts of her father and mother, but most of all thoughts of Imhotep.
Imhotep, was the young, dark, handsome High Priest of Osiris, had been an acquaintance of hers but never really a close friend. He was always busy and caught up in his work to even get to know her. She wanted to know him. Her father, the pharaoh, had other plans. He trusted Imhotep but he would never allow them to be together. As her thoughts wandered, her trance was broken by a whispery voice.
"My lady... my lady" she whispered. It had been Sabah, her trusted servant... her friend.
"What is it, Sabah?" She said arising from the bed.
"It is your father, the pharaoh. He is honoring your brother, Ramses tonight in celebration," she announced. "Your father requests your presence."
"Requests... ha" Nefertiri said under her breath. "Alright, I will go."
The servant girls were preparing for Nefertiri a hot bath. The pool was filled with hot water and lotus flowers, just the way that Nefertiri loved. The girls undressed her and she stepped out of her robe. Her body was delicate, shapely, and beautiful. She looked like the goddess Isis did. Her long black hair rested on her bare shoulders. Nefertiri slowly got into the water, for she had gotten very cold. As she bathed herself, she heard a noise. All of the servant girls had left minutes ago. Maybe it was them. But, it was not. Behind the sheer silk curtains stood Imhotep. He had been watching the princess from a distance. He knew in his heart that he was risking punishment for doing such a foolish thing. It was as if Nefertiti had put him under her spell. Then he did the unthinkable, he crossed the curtains into forbidden territory.
Nefertiti knew something was out there. She felt a small breeze that was not by nature. Then to her surprise she saw the priest, Imhotep, standing nearby. Startled, she covered up anything that was private to her. His eyes just gliding over her body did not bother her though. It was as if he had never seen a woman in that state of dress, or lack of.
"Imhotep, what are you doing here? Is it my father?" She said with much panic in her eyes.
"No. It is just me. I... wanted to see you." He said with much embarrassment.
"Oh..." her heart was fluttering with a feeling of excitement.
"My princess... I am sorry if I made you frightened... for I never wished this upon you." he said with his head bowed.
"No... I was just thinking about you."
"You have been?" He whispered.
"Yes... " She thought to herself what she had just said. She was very shameful for that.
"I am fond of you... you are very beautiful... like... the lotus." while saying this he knelt down on the marble floor next to the pool and scooped a lotus flower into his strong, beautiful hand.
"You are very kind, my Imhotep. No wonder my father trusts you so." She said looking at the lotus in his hand.
"Does he? I have never noticed." He looked her in the eye and smiled playfully. With that the beautiful princess arose from the pool and stood beside Imhotep, making him nervous and flustered. She felt as if her body was no longer in her control. She must have been under a spell, because normally the princess would have never let Imhotep see her nude. She no longer was thinking clearly. Imhotep touched her pure skin with his strong hands. He knew full well he was crossing the line. His hands traveled up her side, sending a shiver through the princesses body. He held her closely, and moved into her. His lips gradually brushed hers. The princess knew full well that if she was going to want a kiss from him she would have to do it herself. So, she put her hands to his face and kissed him. She felt passion in his embrace... if this is what love was, she wanted it for eternity.
"My princess, my lotus. I must go for I will be at Ramses celebration." He said holding her close.
"Imhotep, I will be there also. It is my brother, you know." She said smiling brightly as the sun.
"Yes, I know, my dear one." He said and kissed her forehead. "I must go." With that the priest left as mysteriously as he appeared.
"My lady." a whisper said. It had been Sabah.
"Yes?" Nefertiti said as she danced across the floor.
"My lady... that man. Your father..."
"My father will have no business in this matter. He must not know about this, and you must not tell him." She said looking into the fine mirror.
"Yes, I will not tell. Young lovers will not be disturbed. Come ladies!" Sabah clapped her hands.
Five of the young servant girls came and dressed Nefertiti in a silk dress gold jewelry and earrings. She wanted to look special without all of the traditional luxury. She decided not to wear a gold headdress, but a lavendar molded gold lotus comb into her flowing locks.
--
The nobles and priests had arrived at the large feast. Huge platters filled with delicasees only fit for the finest were placed at the tables. The women were wearing their finest attire, more covered in jewelry than the princess. Seti had sat down and had been talking to his advisors about political doings.
Nefertiti glided in her beautiful simple gown. The guest looked at her beauty and applauded her. She barely noticed what was happening because her eyes had started to search for him... her Imhotep. She saw him talking to members of the consul. But the minute he heard the applause, he looked at her. The gaze separated them from all the world. Everything and everyone disappeared. It was only themselves that remained.
She found herself mouthing his name "Imhotep". He quickly responded with "my lotus". Luckily the pharoah had not seen the display of affection that had just been shown. Seti could easily punish the high priest for even looking at the princess in a way that displeased him. But her father had decided to sit Imhotep next to the princess that night. She greeted her father with an embrace and a kiss. Then she looked at Imhotep, who had arose from his seat.
"Good evening, my lotus." He said bowing his head.
"Good evening, my high priest." She said softly. A smile had sprung on her face.
Just then, Ramses had entered the room. Her brother had always been a proud man. A power hungry one. But she loved him anyways. He entered in his fine attire with a beautiful woman in one arm.
"Good evening, my people. I commend you for this honor you have given me." He bowed. It seemed that Ramses had consumed a bit of the wine already. Seti, trying to avoid that thought, greeted him with a smile and an embrace. The applause of the crowd strengthened. Now that Ramses had arrived, the servants served the feast.
The two sat side by side all night. Imhotep held her hand in his. His warm hand comforted her. Seeing that had not touched his food she took a piece of fruit and fed it to him. Seti was not bothered by this because he had trusted Imhotep. The priest, who was taken by surprise, smiled at what the brave princess had just done. Now his stomach was not longer tense. So he ate on his own. The princess was getting quite bored with the festival. But enjoyed the company of her priest.
The music was playing away in the background and the people were eating and drinking and laughing. Nefertiti decided she no longer wanted to stay. She approached her father and brother.
"Father, I wish to go to my chamber." She said confidently.
"So soon. It is not even sunset my dear." He said looking puzzled.
"I am tired. My brother I do wish thee well. The gods have honored you." Nefertiti smiled.
"And they have blessed you too." Ramses smiled back.
The princess quickly left the festival hall and bumped into Sabah.
"My lady, you are not staying?"
"No, dear lady. I am not. I am tired and need my rest." She said knowing full well she just didn't want to be stuck in the feast any longer.
"Yes, of course." Sabah never questioned the princess. I will get you prepared for sleep.
"Sabah, I just want a robe tonight." she said quietly.
"Yes, a robe you shall have." Sabah said with great joy in her voice.
Nefertiti was quickly changed for bed. She wasted no time. Sabah was quite overjoyed to see the princess so excited. But Sabah quickly left the room. She didn't know why she did, but she bowed to her princess and disappeared.
The breeze swept through once again. As he did before, Imhotep appeared. The princess felt a shiver flow through her body.
"My lotus, I want you." He said advancing towards her.
"I have waited so long for you. Minutes are eternities for me." She said embracing him.
"I know how you feel, my love." He said now he placed her on the bed.
Imhotep was longing so much to touch her, to feel her. The young princess had been only a dream to him. For so long he had dreamed of what it was to be in love. Lotus to him was all he needed. His body ached for her. Her voice soothed her. He glided his hand over her robe and she place her hands on it and slowly removed it. The material glided across her beautiful skin. He kissed her, his soft lips trembled along her neck as she embraced him close. His strong hands circled her larger breasts as his lips made their way down her torso. She felt a beautiful warmth spread through her body she had never felt before. His kisses became more passionate. Not bearing it any longer, Nefertiti removed the priest black robe. His strong chisled body shone in the moonlit chamber. His dark skin she had only dreamed about. She placed her hands on his back and glided them along his spine. This made the priest feel the same warmth the princess had been feeling. She kissed his chest and felt the heart of her Imhotep beating louder than any drum. This soothed her deeply. He stradled her hips and did what he had never imagined doing. He entered her and started to make love to her. Their bodies melted into one. He then turned and laid on his back. Their kisses and moans could be heard to anyone who passed the room. Imhotep and Nefertiti felt passion run through their veins. After they had made love. The two rested in each others arms.
"I love you, my Imhotep." She said with a softness in her eyes as she kissed his chest and rubbed his chisled stomach.
"I love you also, my lotus." He said kissing her on her sweet tasting lips.
Sabah who had kept careful watch made sure no one would even come to the wing they were in.
Imhotep and her had shared a love that could not be easily broken. But they feared that something you try to break their love. But what...
To be continued...
by Orion
Summary: Imhotep and Nefertiri fall in love and risk everything to be together.
Nefertiri lay on her bed and the hot Egyptian sun scorched the land. While she was lying, thoughts had filled her head. Thoughts of her father and mother, but most of all thoughts of Imhotep.
Imhotep, was the young, dark, handsome High Priest of Osiris, had been an acquaintance of hers but never really a close friend. He was always busy and caught up in his work to even get to know her. She wanted to know him. Her father, the pharaoh, had other plans. He trusted Imhotep but he would never allow them to be together. As her thoughts wandered, her trance was broken by a whispery voice.
"My lady... my lady" she whispered. It had been Sabah, her trusted servant... her friend.
"What is it, Sabah?" She said arising from the bed.
"It is your father, the pharaoh. He is honoring your brother, Ramses tonight in celebration," she announced. "Your father requests your presence."
"Requests... ha" Nefertiri said under her breath. "Alright, I will go."
The servant girls were preparing for Nefertiri a hot bath. The pool was filled with hot water and lotus flowers, just the way that Nefertiri loved. The girls undressed her and she stepped out of her robe. Her body was delicate, shapely, and beautiful. She looked like the goddess Isis did. Her long black hair rested on her bare shoulders. Nefertiri slowly got into the water, for she had gotten very cold. As she bathed herself, she heard a noise. All of the servant girls had left minutes ago. Maybe it was them. But, it was not. Behind the sheer silk curtains stood Imhotep. He had been watching the princess from a distance. He knew in his heart that he was risking punishment for doing such a foolish thing. It was as if Nefertiti had put him under her spell. Then he did the unthinkable, he crossed the curtains into forbidden territory.
Nefertiti knew something was out there. She felt a small breeze that was not by nature. Then to her surprise she saw the priest, Imhotep, standing nearby. Startled, she covered up anything that was private to her. His eyes just gliding over her body did not bother her though. It was as if he had never seen a woman in that state of dress, or lack of.
"Imhotep, what are you doing here? Is it my father?" She said with much panic in her eyes.
"No. It is just me. I... wanted to see you." He said with much embarrassment.
"Oh..." her heart was fluttering with a feeling of excitement.
"My princess... I am sorry if I made you frightened... for I never wished this upon you." he said with his head bowed.
"No... I was just thinking about you."
"You have been?" He whispered.
"Yes... " She thought to herself what she had just said. She was very shameful for that.
"I am fond of you... you are very beautiful... like... the lotus." while saying this he knelt down on the marble floor next to the pool and scooped a lotus flower into his strong, beautiful hand.
"You are very kind, my Imhotep. No wonder my father trusts you so." She said looking at the lotus in his hand.
"Does he? I have never noticed." He looked her in the eye and smiled playfully. With that the beautiful princess arose from the pool and stood beside Imhotep, making him nervous and flustered. She felt as if her body was no longer in her control. She must have been under a spell, because normally the princess would have never let Imhotep see her nude. She no longer was thinking clearly. Imhotep touched her pure skin with his strong hands. He knew full well he was crossing the line. His hands traveled up her side, sending a shiver through the princesses body. He held her closely, and moved into her. His lips gradually brushed hers. The princess knew full well that if she was going to want a kiss from him she would have to do it herself. So, she put her hands to his face and kissed him. She felt passion in his embrace... if this is what love was, she wanted it for eternity.
"My princess, my lotus. I must go for I will be at Ramses celebration." He said holding her close.
"Imhotep, I will be there also. It is my brother, you know." She said smiling brightly as the sun.
"Yes, I know, my dear one." He said and kissed her forehead. "I must go." With that the priest left as mysteriously as he appeared.
"My lady." a whisper said. It had been Sabah.
"Yes?" Nefertiti said as she danced across the floor.
"My lady... that man. Your father..."
"My father will have no business in this matter. He must not know about this, and you must not tell him." She said looking into the fine mirror.
"Yes, I will not tell. Young lovers will not be disturbed. Come ladies!" Sabah clapped her hands.
Five of the young servant girls came and dressed Nefertiti in a silk dress gold jewelry and earrings. She wanted to look special without all of the traditional luxury. She decided not to wear a gold headdress, but a lavendar molded gold lotus comb into her flowing locks.
--
The nobles and priests had arrived at the large feast. Huge platters filled with delicasees only fit for the finest were placed at the tables. The women were wearing their finest attire, more covered in jewelry than the princess. Seti had sat down and had been talking to his advisors about political doings.
Nefertiti glided in her beautiful simple gown. The guest looked at her beauty and applauded her. She barely noticed what was happening because her eyes had started to search for him... her Imhotep. She saw him talking to members of the consul. But the minute he heard the applause, he looked at her. The gaze separated them from all the world. Everything and everyone disappeared. It was only themselves that remained.
She found herself mouthing his name "Imhotep". He quickly responded with "my lotus". Luckily the pharoah had not seen the display of affection that had just been shown. Seti could easily punish the high priest for even looking at the princess in a way that displeased him. But her father had decided to sit Imhotep next to the princess that night. She greeted her father with an embrace and a kiss. Then she looked at Imhotep, who had arose from his seat.
"Good evening, my lotus." He said bowing his head.
"Good evening, my high priest." She said softly. A smile had sprung on her face.
Just then, Ramses had entered the room. Her brother had always been a proud man. A power hungry one. But she loved him anyways. He entered in his fine attire with a beautiful woman in one arm.
"Good evening, my people. I commend you for this honor you have given me." He bowed. It seemed that Ramses had consumed a bit of the wine already. Seti, trying to avoid that thought, greeted him with a smile and an embrace. The applause of the crowd strengthened. Now that Ramses had arrived, the servants served the feast.
The two sat side by side all night. Imhotep held her hand in his. His warm hand comforted her. Seeing that had not touched his food she took a piece of fruit and fed it to him. Seti was not bothered by this because he had trusted Imhotep. The priest, who was taken by surprise, smiled at what the brave princess had just done. Now his stomach was not longer tense. So he ate on his own. The princess was getting quite bored with the festival. But enjoyed the company of her priest.
The music was playing away in the background and the people were eating and drinking and laughing. Nefertiti decided she no longer wanted to stay. She approached her father and brother.
"Father, I wish to go to my chamber." She said confidently.
"So soon. It is not even sunset my dear." He said looking puzzled.
"I am tired. My brother I do wish thee well. The gods have honored you." Nefertiti smiled.
"And they have blessed you too." Ramses smiled back.
The princess quickly left the festival hall and bumped into Sabah.
"My lady, you are not staying?"
"No, dear lady. I am not. I am tired and need my rest." She said knowing full well she just didn't want to be stuck in the feast any longer.
"Yes, of course." Sabah never questioned the princess. I will get you prepared for sleep.
"Sabah, I just want a robe tonight." she said quietly.
"Yes, a robe you shall have." Sabah said with great joy in her voice.
Nefertiti was quickly changed for bed. She wasted no time. Sabah was quite overjoyed to see the princess so excited. But Sabah quickly left the room. She didn't know why she did, but she bowed to her princess and disappeared.
The breeze swept through once again. As he did before, Imhotep appeared. The princess felt a shiver flow through her body.
"My lotus, I want you." He said advancing towards her.
"I have waited so long for you. Minutes are eternities for me." She said embracing him.
"I know how you feel, my love." He said now he placed her on the bed.
Imhotep was longing so much to touch her, to feel her. The young princess had been only a dream to him. For so long he had dreamed of what it was to be in love. Lotus to him was all he needed. His body ached for her. Her voice soothed her. He glided his hand over her robe and she place her hands on it and slowly removed it. The material glided across her beautiful skin. He kissed her, his soft lips trembled along her neck as she embraced him close. His strong hands circled her larger breasts as his lips made their way down her torso. She felt a beautiful warmth spread through her body she had never felt before. His kisses became more passionate. Not bearing it any longer, Nefertiti removed the priest black robe. His strong chisled body shone in the moonlit chamber. His dark skin she had only dreamed about. She placed her hands on his back and glided them along his spine. This made the priest feel the same warmth the princess had been feeling. She kissed his chest and felt the heart of her Imhotep beating louder than any drum. This soothed her deeply. He stradled her hips and did what he had never imagined doing. He entered her and started to make love to her. Their bodies melted into one. He then turned and laid on his back. Their kisses and moans could be heard to anyone who passed the room. Imhotep and Nefertiti felt passion run through their veins. After they had made love. The two rested in each others arms.
"I love you, my Imhotep." She said with a softness in her eyes as she kissed his chest and rubbed his chisled stomach.
"I love you also, my lotus." He said kissing her on her sweet tasting lips.
Sabah who had kept careful watch made sure no one would even come to the wing they were in.
Imhotep and her had shared a love that could not be easily broken. But they feared that something you try to break their love. But what...
To be continued...