Zillah had faced many battles before. He remembered the fall of Rome as the barbarians had plundered and destroyed the proud empire's capital, before that he remembered the rise of the Christians; their simple faith branching into something that wielded power and fear across its followers. As he watched the careful movements of Harry and Edward his long memory was triggered.

It was gloriously bright here in the courtyard of the palace. For a moment he lifted his face and revelled in the hot caress of the sun was it bathed him in its heat. He couldn't remember when it had felt so good. He squinted into the sun, the blinding disc in the sky blazed down upon him, blessing him with its light. He closed his eyes and bowed low beginning the prayer to the sun god Aten.

'You are beauteous, mighty and radiant,' a soft voice echoed his own words before they were taken up by the small group of priests behind him. He glanced to his side. Nefertiti, most beautiful of all the women of Egypt, caught his eye and smiled excitedly. She always loved the noon day prayer to Aten, feeling His divine light caressing her body. Her profile was sharply delineated by the bright light which hid nothing. Other women would be fearful of this harsh exposure but Nefertiti had nothing to fear in Aten's searching gaze. Her skin was as smooth as it had been when he had first seen her and her voluptuous body was still as supple and lithe as a panther. He felt his body harden in response to her wicked smile and struggled to pull his thoughts back to the great sun god. He must show his worship of his god, it was what the priests expected of him, Akhenaton, son of the Sun.

'Raised high over every land, Your rays embrace them, to the limit of all You have made.' He saw his wife's smile widen at the word 'rise' and her body trembled with a sinful giggle. He smiled in return, surely the great Aten would not forbid this feeling he still harboured for his wife? Surely it was Aten's will that they should beget a large family to continue the worship of His great name and power. After all, for sixteen years he had swerved the course of Egypt's belief, bringing the light of Aten, the one true god, to the land of his fathers. It had not been easy and there had been unrest at his breaking up of the temples to the other gods but he knew in his heart he was leading his people into a grand age, led on by Aten's brilliant light.

'Being Re, You reach their end. You bend them for your beloved son.' He heard behind him the slow intonation of the priests he had appointed. Only one of them, Ay the courtier priest, seemed preoccupied. Once his loyalty to Aten had been questioned, had he not been born of the family of priests to the old goddess Sekhmet? His family had been angry with Ay for accepting the priesthood of Aten the Most High God. For centuries they had officiated at her shrine in Itjway, sacrificing and tending to the big cats which were her symbol. She was a fiersome goddess, the embodiment of the destructive powers of Ra, her father the sun god. Her worshippers felt threatened by the rise of Aten, the One True God as well they might, for her temples were destroyed and the privileged lives of her priests were changed forever by Akhenaton's reign. He had interviewed Ay himself when he had heard of his request to join the priesthood of Aten. Surely a young man with such a family tradition would have suspect motives for wishing to become a priest to the god who had destroyed his family's prestige and livelihood? But Akenhaton had found no such conflict in Ay. His love for the Sun God was absolute; he explained that he felt no conflict in his heart in the worship of Aten. After all wasn't Aten the Great Sun, destroyer and bringer of life just as Sekhmet herself. Peoples' understanding of the God's nature had merely changed seemed to be Ay's reasoning.

Akenhaton had instantly liked the young man's smiling eyes and open face and had gladly initiated him into the High Circle of Aten.

'Though You are far, your rays are on Earth.
Though seen by them, your course is unknown.' The prayer was ending. Worship would be over until they gathered again for the worship of the setting Aten. Akenhaton stretched his arms wide to accept the blessing of his god for whom he had sacrificed and risked so much. He felt the blessing of the Divine Sun upon his body and his mind turned to his beautiful wife now standing beside him waiting for his attention. He turned to her and saw that Ay was waiting too.

'Beloved,' he nodded to Nefertiti who smiled in return. 'I must consult with Ay before I join you in the palace.' Her face fell a little in disappointment, she had felt sure she would be joining him in lovemaking very soon and now boring business would occupy him. He saw her disappointment and touched her chin softly. 'I will meet you in the bedchamber very soon.' He smiled and kissed her gently, pulling her soft body close to him so that she could feel his hardness. She shivered delightfully under his touch. He released her and she turned to go, the scent of her perfumed hair tantalising his senses as she turned her head and smiled to him.

'Do not be too long Brother Husband,' she called in her seductive voice, using his official title to let him know she would submit to his every whim once he had finished with the boring business of ruling. Still smiling he turned his attention to Ay, the young man was looking at his sandaled feet but the expression on his face showed he had caught the exchange between his pharaoh and his wife.

'Ay, what is it you wish to discuss?' Akhenaton's voice was smiling and he tapped his foot impatiently so that Ay laughed at the mock annoyance of his sovereign. His animated face looked into his king's eyes briefly before they scanned his golden sandals again in respect.

'I wondered if my dread lord might want to continue what he had begun before the calling to prayer?' He scuffed the floor still unsure of the feelings of the illustrious young man before him. In answer Akenhaton reached out his long hand and pushed Ay back into the shadow of the great pillars which lined the courtyard. Ay let out a gasp as Akhenaton's mouth fixed firmly to his own and his pharaoh's tongue wriggled into his mouth, probing and owning his pliant subject. The pharaoh's hands roamed Ay's body, pinching and stroking with dexterity, provoking a soft moan from Ay's lips. There was ferociousness to Akhenaton's hands which aroused Ay more than he could possibly imagine. It seemed as though the fire of the very sun Himself shone out from the king's fingers as he brought the young priest to the brink of orgasm. He released Ay's mouth and the young man stood back gasping for air in the hot darkness of the shadows. He was painfully hard and he knew that his erection would be obviously in the short kilt he wore as servant of Aten. Akenhaton looked into the young priest's eyes, savouring the desire he saw there. He had no intention of allowing Ay the release he craved just yet; he wanted Ay to worship him, to arouse him so that he would be ready for his queen.

Still gazing into the young man's eyes he pushed him to his knees. Ay looked up at his king, his eyes dark with lust. The sandy ground beneath him made the position uncomfortable but this served nothing more than to heighten his own arousal. The pharaoh's short kilt of golden fabric bulged in front of his mouth. He waited for instructions.

'Take me in your mouth Ay.' Akhenaton's voice was hoarse. Ay's nimble fingers lifted the hem of the pharaoh's skirt revealing his hard cock, glistening at the tip with his arousal. Ay's ran a hand lightly over the length, feeling its girth and weight and wondering, not for the first time, how he was going to fit it all in his mouth. He put his lips to the tip and licked the juices which slicked over the smooth head. He heard the pharaoh sigh above him. Eager to please his lord he sucked gently at the tip until Akhenaton's hands twisted in his hair and he knew that the king wanted more of his mouth. In his experience he knew that the pharaoh would not be happy until the entire length of his hard cock was in Ay's warm, wet throat. He slipped his lips further along the hard length, tasting the sweat and desire of his master. Akenhaton looked down at the boy, the sight of the soft lips moving over him, the feeling of the tight mouth as the boy sucked on him was exquisite. He closed his eyes and leant back against the pillar, the intricate carvings to the God of the Sun pressing into his back where his robes left his skin free. Ay took more and more of him until he felt his cock at the back of the young man's throat. He felt Ay hesitate and wound his hand tighter still in his hair, urging him to take more. Ay's throat relaxed and Akenhaton began to thrust slowly into his mouth, pulling out until the tip of his cock touched Ay's lips and then sliding himself back inside with a moan.

Ay felt a soft touch at his own straining erection. His hardness had become painful and the touch brought relief. He realised that this was the pharaoh's foot, bare from his sandal, stroking at his cock as he swallowed the other man into his mouth. He began to thrust against the foot, feeling the sand rubbing his tender skin, grateful that his master wished to give him pleasure too, no matter how demeaning the form of his release might be.

Akenhaton felt Ay's thrusting against his toes and held his foot still. Ay stopped momentarily but then his movements began again, more urgent than before as his desire spurred him on. For a moment Akenhaton tried to imagine the scene of them, the young man kneeling and worshipping his master with his mouth, the long lazy thrusts of Akhenaton's hips causing Ay to gag briefly on the hard cock stuffed into his throat. Ay's frantic thrusting against his foot as his lord deigned to allow him release. The image inflamed his desire to a white heat. The servitude of the young man and the feeling of his wet mouth fusing together to build Akhenaton's desire to an apex. Abruptly he pulled his wet cock from Ay's mouth. He felt the boy groan as his saliva strung between them. He rubbed himself harder against the pharaoh's foot, beyond control now. He leaned back on his arms and Akenhaton looked down as he held his foot perfectly still so that Ay had to work for his release. The young man's body spasmed and he came with a grunt. It was not an easy orgasm; he had strained and pushed for it. Akenhaton did not wait until Ay's cock had finished its twitching, his cum spurting from him and glistening on the sandy floor. He slipped his sandal back onto his foot, turned his heel and without a backward glance walked away, covering his now painful erection with his hand as he walked into the palace.

He found Nefertiti in the bedchamber. She was lying on the bed smiling at him as he approached. She glanced down at his body and noticed his hardness. Her eyes widened and she moved to sit up on the bed. The filmy golden robe she wore showed her breasts, the nipples firm and flushed with desire. Akenhaton knelt beside her and began to pinch at the hard peaks, gently at first and then with more insistence as Nefertiti moaned and writhed on the bed. Akenhaton held her shoulder and flipped her over onto her stomach. He looked down at her as she ground her hips into the bed, her mouth still open in lust. With both hands he lifted up her hips and parted her legs. She slipped down slightly on the silky covers and he slapped her hard. Obediently she knelt again, her face pressed into the pillows. Her legs were splayed wide and he could see her glistening sex dripping with arousal. Ay's spit had dried on his cock and he ran a finger over her folds as she wriggled before him. He smeared her juices down his hard length anticipating the hot tightness of her pussy. He positioned himself at her entrance and gave her the tip of his erection. She held still and he spanked her lightly across her round buttocks.

'Show your obedience to your lord, my queen.' He commanded. She thrust carefully back on to him, not taking his full length, wary of his size. 'More,' he ordered, slapping her more forcefully. When she did not service him as he wished he grabbed her hair and she reacted by pushing back onto him fully. He was now deep inside her and he held her by the hair.

'Move for me, service me. Do I need to move to have you pleasure me? Am I not your master in all things my queen?' His voice was cold despite the excitement building in his body. Nefertiti moaned and moved herself along his length, pushing so he was inside her fully and moving away so that his tip touched the lips of her sex. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Ay beneath him, bucking and moaning. Ay's tight muscles around him squeezing and contracting. Nefertiti's movements became frantic and without rhythm as she neared her own orgasm. His eyes snapped open and his hand slapped her again, hard. She cried out and tried to move more steadily, feeling herself slipping to the edge. He pulled back on her hair with one hand, now thrusting into her lifting her knees from the bed with the force of his movements. He felt the pressure building in his body, felt himself rising on the wave of his release and crashing down onto the queens' writhing body as he crushed her to the bed with his weight. There was a noise behind him, still riding the wave of pleasure he turned to see Ay, standing with a look of determination on his face. He was pointing something at the pharaoh. Akenhaton tried in vain to take in what was happening. Ay's mouth moved quietly as he invoked the charm, the curse of Sekhmet, destroyer goddess of the sun.

A chill fell over Akhenaton's body which had so recently been on fire with lust. The cold settled in his bones, filling him with ice where he had felt the fire of his hot blood. He looked down and saw with horror his skin; it was bleaching from the warm chocolate to a sickly paleness. He was being transformed, becoming something else, something unholy. He tried to cry out but the cold had reached his lips and he could only stare as Nefertiti cowered before him on the bed. She pointed an accusing finger at his cold, white body.

'Undead,' she whispered. As the truth of her words assaulted he Akenhaton felt all he held dear pass away from him. He would never again see the glorious sun, his Aten, never feel His heat upon his body, and never walk in His holy rays. He had become an abomination.

Ay stood quietly now, his hand no longer pointing at the creature the pharaoh had become. Ay's dark brown eyes melted into glacier blue pools. His skin paling in a mockery of his pharaoh's alabaster body. Akenhaton looked at the transformed boy, Zillah saw Dracula before him. The boy was laughing.

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