Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
Author's Note: Okay, this is the chapter with the R-rated stuff. BEWARE! Anyway, I tried to keep it as R as I could without crossing the NC-17 borderline, and I think I did it quite well. Oh, and to anyone who cares, this is the first scene with sexual imagery that I've actually finished. So, yeah, GO ME! Heehee. :-D
A Prince's Fate
by Froggie Lover
Chapter Two: Melted Heart
Takmet was about to leave the throne room when Memnon stopped him. "Yes, Lord Memnon?" he asked.
"Don't get to used to her being your plaything," The Lord said. "I need her. She obviously has great potential power. She shall be useful to me in battle."
"I just hope she won't end up like your sorceress," Takmet replied. He turned and left the throne room and made his way to his chambers.
He opened the door to his private quarters to see Helenis standing off to the side, far enough away from the bed to indicate her distaste for the situation. Her robe sat carefully folded on the desk, revealing a simple white chiton that clung to her every curve.
"I hope you don't think that you'll have your way with me," Helenis said in surprisingly good Egyptian.
Takmet chuckled. "I don't think. I know." He swaggered over to the bed and sat down on the edge, a cocky grin on his face.
Helenis rolled her eyes and took a step away from the bed.
The prince rose from his seat and gently grabbed her arm. "Oh come now. You can't say that you don't find me the least bit attractive."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Helenis replied acidly.
"Well, it helps if there was something more than just my attraction towards you between us," Takmet said casually.
She glared at him. "There isn't."
"That makes things a little more difficult then, doesn't it?" His hand that was holding her arm now was softly stroking her skin in an attempt to coax the priestess into his wills.
Helenis pulled out of his grasp and walked away from him. Closer to the bed, albeit, but it was away from Takmet, and that was what mattered at the moment.
Takmet slowly turned around, a bit frustrated. He took in a breath and stepped closer to her. In one swift moment, he grabbed both her arms and pushed her onto the bed. He quickly climbed on top of her, trapping the priestess.
She struggled underneath him, not liking the position at all. No matter how hard she pushed, she could not move the stronger and heavier prince.
He managed to push the hem of Helenis' dress up to her waist with one hand while the other somehow removed his pants, leaving his penis exposed to her virgin sweetness. Now he lay at her entrance. It was warm and inviting, but something stopped him. Takmet watched Helenis' face for a moment. Her eyes were closed and she winced in preparation of what was to come. He frowned. He wasn't willing to harm her. Five minutes ago he would've, maybe, but not now.
Takmet raised a hand to her face and softly caressed her cheek. "It's all right," he whispered. "I won't hurt you."
Helenis slowly opened her eyes. "The only way to avoid the pain right now is to not do this at all," she said tartly.
"True." His thumb continued to stroke her cheek. She's beautiful, he thought off-handedly. "But, if you really don't want to do this, I'll stop."
She raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden gesture of kindness. Her original impression of him was completely different from his actions at that moment. Was it the fact that she was completely open to him that drove him to be kind? Or… maybe the person she saw before wasn't the real Takmet. Was it possible that deep inside he was truly a kind and caring person? Anything's possible, Helenis thought.
Helenis was about to answer Takmet's question with a sharp answer meaning no, but she paused again. If he was actually a good person, maybe she should give him a chance. Everyone deserved a chance, even someone as evil seeming as Takmet.
"It's all right," she said finally. "Go on."
Takmet licked his lips nervously. "Are you sure?"
She nodded.
He gently pushed into her. As he broke her hymen, Takmet heard her yelp with evident pain and tears began to fall from her eyes. He quickly kissed away the tears and continued. Her quiet squeaks of pain turned into moans. His pace quickened and their pleasured cries came in unison.
For an instant, Helenis pulled herself out of the moment as she suddenly felt a strong force of power. The source she didn't know, but it was near. It was so close, but the exact source evaded her. So, confused and a tad frustrated, she slipped back into the moment to be met by her climax. She gave a loud outcry as her body was rocked with an overload of bliss.
Takmet pulled out of her, his breathing heavy. He wiped the sweat from her face and saw her smile for the first time. He softly kissed her forehead and slid down beside her. "Are you all right?" he asked quietly.
"A little dazed, that's all," she said. It was then that she noticed that her chiton clung to her body from the thin layer of sweat that now covered her. "Ugh," she muttered. She sat up to take it off, but it was rather difficult to remove.
The prince chuckled and helped her in the matter. The chiton fell on the floor not too far from the bed, right next to his pants. Takmet removed the remainder of his clothes and pulled Helenis closer to him.
Helenis sighed. "Well, what am I going to wear now? That dress is obviously ruined, and I can't walk into Memnon's throne room wearing nothing."
"You could," Takmet said. "But I believe that sight is preserved for my eyes only."
"Damn the gods if it isn't."
He laughed. "I'll see about getting you a new dress in the morning. I believe there's a tailor's cart in the market place. That might be our solution."
She nodded. "I hope so." Suddenly, Helenis yawned. They both laughed. "Well, regardless if I have nothing to wear into Memnon's court, I am tired."
"Then sleep, my love," Takmet whispered.
Helenis snuggled closer to him, his strong arms completely enveloping her small frame. Her eyes closed again and her breathing eased. Takmet watched her for a moment before closing his own eyes. It was then, as the torches began to die out, that the lovers slept.
