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This chapter contains violence and sexual content.

Her body lurched beneath the dull twist in her soul. His voice raked over her, the perfect drawl of his husky tones tasting the delouse sweet of her skin. Then it trickled up her spine, dancing across her flesh like fluttering wings. Her chest felt tight, her breath fell shallow, and her insides warmed like she was absorbing the great rays of the sun. Her eyes pushed across the blackness below, searching. He was no were to be seen within the black waters, but it her heart speed up with anticipation regardless. Then her fingers twitched just beneath the surface, against them something slowly brushed past. Nervously she glanced around the ruins, tempted to search the uncharted waters. Well... Curiosity always got the better of her. She reached, digits swaying through the sickly waters, searching for whatever reached back. She needed to known, her body craved the feel of his on her own. She be damned if she could only call them dreams, because how these dreams made her feel… oh it tore her soul in two.

Her eyes shuttered to a close. How she wanted them to be real, how they made her feel was beyond the words of the living. Only the soul could express such delectable perfection. She would become lost in him, in their conversations day to day… then that fateful night he came to her. She had forgotten herself between cloth and man. The dreams flooded over her senses like memories, so vivid. She could feel the emption, the curl of her false reality in the abyss her hand now stooped in. Down it dragged her, crawling up her arm like sweet heart kisses. She never wanted anything more in her life than to be doused in his very existence. Suddenly gone was the pain and sorrow, suddenly all she could think of was his hands pulling her into his dark embrace. A smile curled her lips. She swore she could smell him, behind the old musk of the ruins she could feel him.

There came a tingle in her core, a shift in her thighs. It was an uncomfortable lust, something she needed release from. She could not see past this haunting pressure between her thighs. A sigh caught her lips, as a free hand inched closer to her core. She never dared to venture there before; to think a lady would do such a thing was preposterous. Yet it was there her fingers curled beyond the fabric of her skirt, she hesitated only for a second before allowing a single stroke. She could hardly comprehend the shutter of ecstasy that followed behind her. She felt like she was being consumed by this sweet torture, it licked up her body with an expanding rush. She dared to venture farther, into this unknown world of pleasure she had yet to discover.

She could only think of him, his body tracing, hovering over every inch that was her. Her eyes opened instinctively, finding the presence of another on her. She no longer sat in the ruins, no; her soul brought her back into the dreaming. The room was dimly light, giving the area a feel of sultry intentions. Practically naked waist deep in a clear bed of water, the white cloth clung to her skin leaving the discreet hue of flesh swaying beneath it. Her long hair was slick against her back, soaked to the scalp; head leaned back and hands drifting against its glass surface. She could feel his eyes on her; she could hear the clap of his feet on the sandy stone.

"What is it you are doing here, princess?" She pulled her eyes from the ceiling and towards the sound of his voice. Her body arched to the side, ignoring the seemingly invisible cloth about her chest. A smile curled her lips as his eyes fell to the perked of her breast.

"I came to pray. Forgive me; I thought it wise to cleanse the body, to create purity when asking for guidance." She watched as his breath fell to a practical halt, the look in his eyes unmistakable. She knew this sight well; she was the princess of Egypt, the beauty of the desert. It was often men came to her, seeking the comfort of her bed, though she gave passage to none. The priest cleared his throat, eyes shifting uncomfortable off her chest and into her eyes.

"Yes, that indeed is wise." He moved, body taunting forward with his indescribable pride. He was a priest, a being almost as valuable as the pharaoh's themselves; he had every right to think so highly. His body fumed of his sinfulness, and she loved every sent it provided. Intoxicating, everything about him was like a drug she craved for. He stopped at the top of the steps, toes daring to meet the watery ledge. There was darkness in his eyes, a deep hallow in his breath; so seductive, so welcoming. She wanted him, and her soul would never let her forget that. "Though, I meant why this temple, not reason being." Her eyes fell into a lazy glare. Slowly she turned completely towards him, allowing every curve of her body to be seen. She could have sworn his breath caught slightly, but if it had, he hid it well. Her fingers tickled up her thighs testing the feel of her tender skin, it left a trace of heat behind. She wanted more, so much more than he was willing to give. She wanted it to be his hand upon her, tasting the silky wetness of her body. Her hands wandered up, curving into the swell of her breast with a sigh, she only stayed there for a mere moment before venturing into her hair. Her breast where sensitive, she could not linger there for long unless she wished to release the moan she was trying to suppress from her lips. She smoothed back her wet hair with curiosity, realizing his eyes where following her fingers. Purposely she transitioned them over her shoulders and down the lengthy of her abdominal. His eyes stopped at the waters edge, knowing just below her tender folds where just barely visible to his longing eyes. "You are not welcome."

"I had not proclaimed to be. I do believe my words were in terms of emotion."

"Princess, the sun has set very long ago, I do believe you are breaking curfew." She could not help but to roll her eyes at his statement. Oh yes, she was breaking the rules. Her father held her on close watch, at all times she was to be followed by guard and was giving a harsh set of rules. She was beloved by the Pharaoh, so beloved that he was frightened to lose her to the darkness of the world. "Where are the-"

"They lost track of me while the sun was still high. I do not need to be watched every waking second." She sank then, sending her body deep into the depths under her. She allowed her body to sink to the bottom angrily, and then relaxed. She was surprised how clear the water looked, even from within. It was like staring into a diamond. It was from there she could see feet descend down the stairs, drifting towards her. They were hesitant, unsure if following was right, but he continued. Soon he reached the bottom, hips dancing into the waters subtle waves. Closer his legs continued, closer his body became. She felt a tingle deep between her thighs, pooling slick honey in her core. She could practically see every inch of him from here, hiding just beyond the clear loin cloth, the sheer line of his member. She practically groaned and forced herself to retreat, eyes breaking the surface first. His golden gaze blazed down at her; her own trailed down his abs, drinking in the sight of him before falling level with his hips. Her thighs scraped together in deep hunger then, need dragging her plump lips between her gnawing teeth. Her eyes shot back up at him, trying to hide her lust. She watched as he reached towards her, sharply pulling her forearm into his tight grip. Her body was dragged out of the water thumping into his chest with authority. Shock raked through her at his actions. His eyes were heavy, dark as they bore into her; a part of her was frightened but the rest of her was intrigued. She liked this darkness he showed, this sinful hatred he possessed. She knew with Anck-Su-Namun he was gentle, loving her in every way a man should love a woman. Her heart lurched, she did not want to be loved… she wanted to be had.

She wanted to be the body, not the heart he possessed.

Her fingers tested his chest, feeling the ridged curve of his abs under her tips. Her hand was hastily snatched away, his hand crushing her wrist. A mew past her lips, it was surprising but it caused the heat in her core to shutter. She wanted it; she loved how this pain made her feel; how he made her feel. Her skin hummed under the pressure, buzzed with adoration. "You are greatly misled if you believe I would allow such behaviour." His body danced against her, water pulsing around them.

"Then do not allow it." She pushed, lips crashing into his. She melted beneath them, it was a violent action that marred her skin, yet she quivered under it. She clawed herself closer, shoving their body's together. The bitter sweet tension shivering down her spine. He shoved back, arching her body back against the stone edge. She hit the stone hard but He pinned her there, leaving her body burning against the cold floor. His fingers dug into her shoulders, thumbs pushing into her collar bone. His weight held her down, his body towering over hers while the rest of him dug into her thighs. His breath was shallow, heavy with temptation. The silence rang on between them, pushing a smile to her face. She knew he too was tempted by her, what man was not? "If you detest it so much then leave priest."

He froze mid hover, eyes flashing across her face. The rise and fall of her chest deepened, tickling the musky air in her lungs, then stopped. She felt it, the twitch of his elongated appendage licking up her inner thigh. Her head scraped back, throwing a tested groan past the heart of her lips. Right there… her body cried out for him, arched closer to him. His body shuttered against the sudden grind, his head bent into her chest, brow to humble skin between her breasts. It was there he let out a deep growl, a disturbingly hungry sound. "Desist this mockery." Mockery? she cooed, this was far from mockery. She ignored the plea and ground the crook of their body's together, pulling her sensitive mounds up the length of his thickness. That unmistakable gasp that left her lips was his down fall. He bucked, driving himself swiftly through her hidden kiss, these lips that dampened with a woman's sweetness. Her fingers latched onto the caressing rock, exhausting the urge of pain through her skin. Her body fell into uncontrollable waves of lust, nerves pulsating against his touch. The husky huff of his breath fell into her, prickling her sensitive pecks. His mouth caught it instantly; he sucked it in like a babe in search of substance. He would find nothing there but her delicious cries for more. "Minx, may the gods damn you." His words shifted past the ripe flesh in his mouth, his sun kissed breath dripping down her skin. She knew he would hate her for this. She could care less; she hated her step mother, this woman who held his heart, his soul. She did not want his soul, no she just want him to devour hers. Her legs hooked around his hips; causing a sharp collision of her arse slamming into the aggravating corner of the pool the moment he gave a hasty thrust. Her mouth hung open, so accepting, craving more. His hands fell to the curve of her ass, brutally squeezing the fatty tissue with a starved moan.

Her mind fogged. How long had she waited to this moment? How many nights had she spent playing out every act his body would perform for her? It was nothing like she imagined, no it was far, far better. She waited so long for this sensation, for this beginning of their inseparable passion. Her hips still hung over the corner, her back the only true support against the rocking of their flesh. Then his hand pulled back only to collide with a sharp slap against her ass

, it devastatingly marred her into a pink hue. Her body flung itself up towards the heavens, her spine seeking absence of the floor. It tingled with a longing hum, leaving her wanting more. Her body cooed, as the cloth between their joining melted away. It was just him, the heat of his cock against her. Her chest bubble, yes she could finally say that word. This is gluttony he drove her senses into, and she wanted nothing more. This body was sin; this body was the very pride of lust, the gluttony of wrath, the envy of greed… this body was…

He dipped into her, lips opening, welcoming him further into their depths. Then he stopped, pulling to and from her, moving no further than the head of him deep. "I will not be kind to you temptress. I will never come to you in search of love, of nurture. I will never feel such things for you." She growled, muscles attempting to pull him further in. She did not care, she had told him once she never would wish for such feelings, and she had meant it. She cared not for love… no she only called for lust. "You are no more than a body."

"Perfect." The words that left her lips was his answer, it was what he wished to hear. Pushing forward rapidly he entered her, crashing through the blockade that was her virginity. She bit hard sinking teeth into herself; dragging the copper from her blood. She screamed in, torn skin sending immense throbbing, as if it was dragging blades up her spin. He hissed, eyes darting angrily up at her.

"You were pure?" Yes, she moaned inertly. She committed a great atrocity; virgins were held above all others, especially royalty. The act was to be done before the gods, upon an alter where they could feast from her pleasure, from the supple blood tainted honey that leaked between her thighs and it was between her thigh that he found himself unmoving. She squeaked out a groan, trying to move for them, but he held her hips tight, refraining themselves of doing so. Urgently she bucked against his, earning a painful spank against her backside. She coiled back, moaning deeply. "You foolish woman, do you understand what you have done?" Oh she understood, the gods would punish her for she ruined the purity of the royal blood line. A smirk beseeched her.

"Let them punish me." Her eyes flickered like fire, burning for more. She wanted to be punished; she wanted him to be her punisher. To break her body until she could not be used for another, to leave her empty of every emption she had to give. She wanted to feel sexual wonders Anubis had offer through this man touched by the gods, she wanted to know how dead she would feel without his touch. Let this haunting lust be her punishment, this cursed hunger to follow her through the decades, from body to body. "Now move priest!" He obliged. Violently throwing their body's into the fires of hell, where they would thrive in a sinful heaven. He hammered into her, savouring the delights her body had to offer. It hurt the more he moved; the raw clap of his skin thrashing into hers and she could not help but to hum for more. Her voice sang for him, gaining hot growls from his throat. He was stretching her, forcing his body into a space to tight to fit.

"Fuck." Her mind surged at this word tracing his lips; such a forbidden thing that past his beautiful tongue. When it is forbidden it makes the world all the sweeter, the sex all the better. Oh, her body sighed, and it made his body more than perfect. He hit places in her that stoked the hungry flames her gut, driving her deeper into damnation. Yes… yes she liked this naughty word. His fingers dug, clawing into her flesh deeper with every thrust. It felt as if his cock was hitting this painfully pleasing wall inside her, with each time he rammed into it a cry would release from her. It was staggered, heavy, catching the breath in a salted halt within her throat. She hummed with a perfected harmony that twisted pain into pleasure. She whimpered, body falling into new heights, into a feeling she had yet to discover. Her core heated over, sending a shock wave of shivers through her muscles. "Yes, come for me princess… show me the pleasures your body has to offer." His voice was an abyss of sensation, rocking her over the edge. She convulsed under him, body shaking over the uncontrolled cry of release. He hit hard, his cock trashing violently against the very muscle vibrating within her, gaining a mewl for more.

Then it was gone, he was gone. She gazed up, he had her again, arm seized in his fingers. Angrily he flipped her, her body clapped loudly into the stone and one hand snuck into the base of her hair. Oh yes… there he was again, thrusting into her like a savage beast. He pulled back, arching her body tastefully as he soared to new speeds. The pressure in her scalp building the sexual mew for him. Her chest swelled; yes… this is exactly what she wanted. "That's it." While his one hand clenched happily into her hips, using the sweet support to drive him harder; the hand in her hair wandered. It snaked around her throat, pulling his lips close to his ear. Their body's hit hard; so hard her skin would be rendered black in the mornings to come; though… she would have it no other way. "That is what I want, luscious one. Scream for me; scream for this body of mine."

Body of mine… "Yes..."she wanted to test those words, they sounded right. "I am a body of yours." They tainted her lips and he snarled in approval. He did not want a heart, nor a body to love; he owned one already … but a body to destroy. She screamed for him, forcing the smile broad upon his face.

She could feel him tighten beneath her; pulsing hungrily for the release she had already been given. "Yes, Evelyn, give me what I want."

She seized. Evelyn? The room flickered around her, flashing between ruins and hallucination. No, her body wept, no it cannot end!

"Evelyn." His voice was a distance echo around her, halting the breath in her lungs. No, no, no! Her eyes shuttered close timidly. "Evelyn…Evelyn"

"Evelyn!"

Rick?

Her eyes snapped open to find herself back in the ruined temple, waist deep in the black water. She went to screech, but found no breath to do so with. Her hands shot up, clawing for precious air and stumble upon another set of fingers lurking upon her throat. Her heart leaped, frightened about just who these hands may belong to. As far as she could tell she was still dressed, undergarments and all, that none of her hallucination had actually happened… yet the presence of another was still pushing against her. "May this be your enteral damnation, princess? "

She did not have to ask, she knew what had come back to haunt her. Yes, she had asked for them to punish her… and may she be damned for it.