Author's Notes: Things are getting strange for our favorite little couple, will Akefia join Amunet? What were her intentions in asking him? Will Akefia finally take her? Only time will tell...
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Akefia watched as Amunet dipped her head back into the water, wetting her black hair while removing it from her face.
Amunet smiled and repeated, "My king, are you coming?"
Akefia remained still for a moment, staring intently at the nymph swimming languidly in front of him. Tempted by the prospect of following her, he took a step into the cool water, fixated on the eyes that taunted him.
"Amunet," he said once he was submerged from the waist down.
Amunet stopped her long back strokes, but did not move towards him.
"Come here," he said softly.
Amunet swam close to him, before extending her feet to the bottom in order to stand in the shallow water where he waited for her.
As she stood, she looked up at him, knowing full well what she had done to him the moment she had asked him to join her. He reached out, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. Before she could even think, Akefia had kissed her. Prying her mouth open with his own, he coaxed her tongue to lap at his hungrily. She moaned slightly, not being able to conceive the level of passion that he was now kissing her with. Amunet had felt strange when he kissed her before, but for some reason, there seemed to be nothing holding them back as they kissed this time. She felt his hands move to her waist underneath the surface of the water as he removed his tongue from hers and nibbled on her lip. As he teased her, Amunet suddenly threw her arms around his neck pulling him into a deeper kiss once more. Although he was surprised by this, he used the opportunity to pick up one of her legs to his side, wrapping it slightly around his body before picking her up and doing the same with her other leg. Glad that she didn't have her usual adornments of gold weighing her down, he moved both their bodies deeper into the water. Amunet shifted her body higher in order to get a better angle to kiss him when she felt his hands underneath her ass, helping her do so. He squeezed her gently while they continued to explore each others mouths, causing Amunet to blush at the sensation. After a few seconds Akefia slowly pulled his mouth away from Amunet's, making her look up at him disappointingly.
"Amunet," he started.
All she could do was stare back at him as she suddenly got extremely nervous.
"Do you know how much I enjoy hearing you call me that?" he asked, a smile forming across his semi-darkened face.
"How much, my King?" Amunet asked in a hushed tone.
She felt Akefia shudder slightly before his lips came down on to hers, making her moan as he kissed her with even more ferocity than before. Everything felt far more urgent and heavier, something had changed between them, besides the fact that Akefia no longer treated her like a slave.
Amunet straddled him a little tighter, causing him to groan into her mouth as she did so.
"Amunet," he growled.
She could feel all the hairs on her body stand on end as she paused the slight ministrations of her hips against his pelvis.
"Get down," he said through gritted teeth.
Amunet looked up at him in confusion before silently complying with his request and dropping her legs back into the water. Akefia turned around abruptly and got out of the water, his shendyt dripping wet.
"Behave yourself, I'll be back soon," he said, not bothering to face her as he walked through the trees and disappeared from her view.
Amunet sat back into the water and closed her eyes, completely mortified at what she had just done. There was something so irresistible about Akefia, she had not known whether it was due to the fact that he had been treating her differently or because he was the only person Amunet really knew. Deeply embarrassed that she had tried to seduce him and had failed miserably at the attempt, Amunet wondered what had come over her, and even more so, why he had rejected her.
After a few moments of sulking, Amunet got out of the water and dressed, wringing out her long her as she did so. Gazing up at the moon, she felt a presence behind her and quickly turned her head, hoping to see Akefia standing behind her. When she couldn't make out him or anything else behind her, Amunet sighed and turned back around.
Turning her gaze once again to the night sky, Amunet froze when she felt fingertips running up the length of her arms.
"Are you ready?" a rasp voice whispered into her ear.
Amunet shivered at the combination of his touch and his voice low in her head, without meaning to, she leaned into him and he promptly picked her up and carried her to the horse.
Amunet was too embarrassed to mention anything that had just happened, so as they made their way back to the camp, she remained silent and hoped that he wasn't upset.
Akefia grabbed her unnecessarily when they had gotten back, carrying her bridal style until he had reached the edge of the cot that they both slept on. He placed her down and stroked her hair until her eyes began to feel heavy.
"Go to sleep, my pet," he said, leaving her alone in the darkness.
Amunet woke up the next morning to find Akefia passed out halfway through the opening of the tent. As she moved him she smelled the very familiar scent of alcohol on his breath. She pulled him onto the cot, quickly getting in next to him as he stirred.
"What time is it?" he grumbled.
"Dawn broke not too long ago," she replied, noting the strained look that was currently on his face.
"My King?" she asked with baited breath.
"Hm?" he grunted, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Do you forgive me?" Amunet asked, watching as his face turned towards hers, staring at her for an uncomfortable amount of time as she waited for a response.
"My Amunet, do you really think I was drinking all night because you offended me?"
"Well, yes," she mumbled, looking away.
"Come here," he said in a somewhat stern voice.
Amunet turned towards him as he pressed her into his chest with his arms, wrapping her torso unto his own.
"Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, you have nothing to be sorry for," he said, pulling her body on top of his even more.
"You want to go back to sleep with your King?" he whispered into her hair, a grin, Amunet sensed, plastered across his face.
"I do," Amunet said quietly, resting her head on his chest.
Amunet woke up some hours later to find herself alone on the cot, how he had managed to remove himself without waking her she would never know, but expected no less from him.
She looked at the table and saw a plate of fruit as well as some black fabric folded neatly beside it. Amunet made her way and picked at the fruit for a moment before examining the fabric, it was a black dress that remained sheer in the middle. Amunet took another bite before she began to undress, looking forward to the fit of the dress that Akefia had procured for her. She wasn't sure whether or not she should be surprised of how well the dress fit her curves, loving the soft material caressing her skin. She grabbed another piece of fruit and headed out of the tent, hoping she could find Akefia without having to go very far. After a few minutes of passing the other tents, Amunet saw him talking with Marik who was grinning from ear to ear. Without even needing any inclination to look behind him, Akefia turned towards Amunet suddenly.
"Come here," he yelled sternly.
Amunet walked over to him, knowing that he spoke to her far differently in front of his men than when they were alone together.
"You are not to leave that tent under any circumstances today, understand?" he asked, his eyes betraying his cold tone.
"Yes, my King," Amunet replied cooly, turning around and walking back as Akefia stared at her black hair blend almost seamlessly into the color of her dress.
She was partly glad to go back in, the sun beamed down on her body mercilessly, mainly due to the black that she adorned. As Amunet took another piece of fruit off the plate and sat down on the cot, she wondered what could have happened to cause the strange interaction she had just been a part of. A few moments later Akefia emerged, a smug look on his face.
"My Amunet, stand up and let me get a better view," he grinned.
Amunet stood up slowly and folded her hands behind her back, eyeing him curiously.
"And the back," he said, the grin drying up on his face.
Amunet moved her hands to her hair, dropping it in front of her while she turned around, allowing him to see her back.
"It doesn't cover all of your scars, but I'll find something else," Akefia said, drawing closer to her.
Amunet threw her hair back over her shoulder, knowing that he was getting close, Akefia chuckled.
"I'm sorry my pet, I can not allow you to leave today. We've had a few… issues, amongst the men, and I'd feel better about dealing with it knowing that you're here," he spoke into her hair, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her tightly into his embrace from behind.
"I understand," she said, trying not to sound as annoyed as she felt.
"My King?"
"Mhmm," he mumbled as he nuzzled the back of her head.
"You don't think I can handle myself if the situation called for it?" she asked hurriedly.
"I'd prefer you to stay in here, I said nothing about you being unable to handle a situation which called for you to fight. As it were," Akefia turned her around so she faced him.
"Look at me," he said, his hands not moving from their hold on her arms. Begrudgingly, Amunet looked up at him, her disappointment written all over her face.
"Just behave for me until I come back, I trust you in battle more than I do Marik. Just behave, my pet," Akefia spoke in an uncharacteristically soothing tone.
Amunet nodded before she felt his hands release her, allowing her to sit back down on the cot where she stared at the floor.
She heard Akefia sigh before he had crouched down to her level, and kissing her so suddenly that her breath hitched in her throat.
Just as soon as he had kissed her, he had stopped and started walking out of the tent, "Marik will bring you something to eat in a few hours," he said just as the flap of the tent cut him from her view.