Chapter 3
In the heart of ancient Egypt, the pyramids and golden palaces shone in the light of the brilliant crimson setting sun. From the high dais of the temple of Ra, one could see the movement of slaves below like ants, quarrying stone for the Pharaoh's new sphinx. The palace itself was set on the highest point in the city, tall and commanding, a huge golden majesty of columns and flaring sunlight. The country of Egypt was at peace.
The soft echo of a single human's footsteps shattered the silence, the marble floor cold as the heat of the day wore away. Step. Step. Step. A tall figure, robed in rich white silk, his dark hair hidden under an elaborate purple headdress bedecked with gold. He stared down the layers of steps, out onto the scene of Egypt. He gripped the golden staff tightly in his hand, feeling the metal grow warm with his touch. He glared into the setting sun, his eyes wide, their deep sapphire blue flecked with touches of the last rays.
Every day, he waited for his Sun God master to sleep. Every day he waited for the stillness of the cold night. Every day he waited for the rising of the white globe of the moon. Every day he waited for the bright stars to immerge.
Day melted into night, and as full darkness cloaked the land, he wrapped his cloak around him tightly, escaping into the deserted sands. He watched the shadowy corners carefully. He mustn't be seen be anyone, or he would be questioned. And the truth would come out, that he was breaking one of the Pharaoh's laws.
He approached the silvery temple of Bastet, shining under the light of the moon, and knocked quietly on the back door – a wooden kitchen door guarded by two fierce lion statues. Once, twice, three times. There was the sound of footsteps – and the creak as the door opened, revealing a novice priestess in a simple white shift. She bowed respectfully to the high priest.
"Milord, please, enter. She is waiting for you." She beckoned him inside, removing his traveling cloak, laying it upon the hearth to warm. He knew the way. He glided down long corridors, past hundreds of cats, all of their glowing eyes watching him. The chamber he wanted was at the end, guarded by two full-grown jaguars, each thirsting for blood. They sat at attention, waiting for their next victim. But as he approached, they quieted, and he even gave them a brief pat.
He slipped into the atrium of the suite, traveling into its inner sanctum. His heart throbbed as he saw the beautiful high priestess seductively draped around a tall copper cat statue, stroking its cold head. Her lithe body was draped in the soft, gauzy golden silks of her class, smoothly accenting her stunning curves. The soft shape of her body, so round and yet so refined, made something run down his spine. At one time he had thought it merely lust. But now, after so many nights, it was most surely love.
His pace quickened, and he gathered her fiercely into his arms, stroking her dark violet hair and bringing her face up to his. He kissed her, hard and deep, releasing every ounce of waiting...He felt her body responding, possessively running her hands through his dark brown hair, removing his headdress...He felt the silk of her robe against his bare chest, thinking that it was the only thing separating him from his love...He pulled her towards the dais, past the delicate fabric curtains and onto the satin of the bed. He unwrapped her from the light robe, feeling her against him, hoping this would never end, as he heard her whisper passionately, "Seto..."
And he breathlessly called for her as he embraced her tightly, kissing her chest, "Sanura..."
Not sure if this should be updated to R for this segment. Leave reviews plz.