Author's Notes: Um, yeah. I got really good vibes while writing this chapter, I really, really hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Be wary, this IS M rated content for a reason! Multiple reasons. Actually.
I'd like to thank Lady Tallulah for all her support once more, you give the best reviews! Even though your psychic abilities scare me! Haha
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Amunet laid in Akefia's arms, not wanting to move a single muscle. The sun was blaring outside the tent but neither her or Akefia wished to get up. Akefia traced his fingers lightly down her arms, kissing her head every so often. The amount of affection he felt for her was utterly overwhelming, he knew that bedding her would bring him the ultimate satisfaction, but he had not realized how addicting her presence would truly be afterwards. He already spent more time with her than he probably should, however, he was in charge and the men could go on with their raids just fine without him.
"My King?" Amunet finally asked, her voice small but penetrating.
Akefia grunted, pulling her on top of him possessively.
"Would you care to spar with me for a while?" she asked, rubbing against his rough skin.
"If I manage to disarm you, I wonder, what will be my spoils?" he asked, grinning as he ran his hands through her scalp.
"Well, if you manage to do so, I don't see what I could possibly do to prevent you from taking whatever you wish, my King," she said, a smile appearing on her own face.
"Get dressed, I'll be there after I speak with Marik," he said, managing a genuine smile at the woman he could not seem to pry himself from. Somehow he managed to slide her off of his body and after dressing very quickly, spared himself one last look at the vision he had just taken the night before. She had sat up, the silken sheet partially covering her naked body, her black hair cascading down her breasts and back as she allowed him a small, but demure smile. She bowed her head, closing her eyes as he nearly melted where he stood, fighting with himself to leave and not ravage her once more.
They spent a great portion of the day sparing, appearing quite evenly matched despite Akefia's efficiency in both speed and skill. Every hour or so they would stop, exhausted and pass the canteen between them, never taking their eyes off one another. Half way through their fighting, Marik appeared, carrying with him a rather large plate of food, sitting down as he took in the spectacle of Akefia and Amunet's match. Akefia's sword and Amunet's daggers came together with a sudden scream of metal scraping, each pushing against the other, testing their strength before Akefia suddenly smacked his own head into hers. Amunet wasn't hurt enough to fall down, he had actually done it quite painlessly, but it was enough to set her off balance. When she looked back to Akefia, he had already dug his sword into the ground and was leaning on it, exaggerating how bored he appeared to be before smiling and nodding towards Marik.
"Go eat," he said, smiling and Amunet scowled at him.
"That was a cheap shot," she said, sitting next to Marik who handed her the plate cautiously.
"Says the thief to the Thief King," Akefia chuckled.
"Ha, ha, ha," Amunet mocked, before taking a big piece of bread into her mouth.
"Akefia," Marik started, crossing his arms.
"Yes, where are we headed tonight?" Akefia asked, pulling his sword out of the ground and sheathing it.
"This merchant's house, extremely loaded, two harems, several bedrooms with fountains full of gold coins and from what I hear, a close relationship to the Pharaoh himself," he smiled.
At this, Amunet looked up from her now half eaten plate, her eyes darting from Marik to Akefia as she fought to swallow. Akefia walked over to Amunet, handing her the canteen as if reading her mind before responding,
"Amunet, would you like to come along?"
Still drinking, Amunet shook her head in excitement, nearly causing herself to choke.
"I would," she blurted out after catching her breath. "But will your men have a problem with that?"
Marik and Akefia laughed loudly, unable to stop themselves. Finally after their laughing finally died out, Akefia placed a hand on her head and rubbed his thumb against her forehead affectionately.
"No, my pet. No man would dare question your presence now," he said, still chuckling to himself.
"What the hell did you do to them?" Amunet asked rather indifferently, closing her eyes as she popped a piece of fruit into her mouth.
Marik nudged her slightly, "It's best not to ask. Just watch how low everyone bows their heads to the ground as you walk by," he smirked.
True to his words, that night when Amunet walked alongside Akefia, Marik following behind them, every face immediately dropped to the ground at seeing her. Trying her best not to laugh, she looked to Akefia who smirked mischievously before his hand met the small of her back, guiding her needlessly to the horses while the men finished preparing for the night's raid.
"Get on the horse and wait for me," Akefia said to her, leaning close enough for his words to tickle her ear and make her smile while doing her best not to enjoy the little signs of affection that he showed her. No one else could tell, but Amunet was blushing quite deeply as she mounted the horse. Akefia conversed with Marik out of her earshot for a few moments before he walked over to her,
"Akefia?" she asked demurely.
"Yes, my pet?" he paused just before getting on behind her.
"I need my veil, my shawl won't be enough," she started, concern heavy in her voice.
"I wouldn't worry about concealing your identity," he said laughing.
"Why is that?" Amunet asked as Akefia got on the horse, pushing himself close to her body.
"Because," he said, wrapping one arm possessively around her waist, "no one who will see you tonight shall live."
Amunet relaxed into his body, "Oh."
After a few hours Akefia stopped the horse right in front of a door of what Amunet assumed could very well be a miniature palace. It was one of the largest homes she had ever seen before and marveled at the length of the place.
Akefia jumped down and taking one of her hands gently, caressed it as he spoke,
"Would you like to play a game?" he smiled.
Amunet couldn't help but blush once more and nodded her head as she smiled back at him.
"Great!" he exclaimed, pulling her swiftly off the horse and onto his shoulder before walking to the door and banging on it exactly three times.
A servant came to the door, a young boy who looked terrified as he politely asked Akefia who he was and what he wanted.
"I hear your Master has one hell of a harem,"
"Two to be exact," the boy said sadly.
"So would he be interested in making a purchase?" Akefia asked, smacking Amunet on the ass quite roughly. Amunet had to bite her lip in order to stop herself from either kicking him or laughing out loud as the boy shut the door behind them and running to fetch his master.
"Does Marik know how long to wa-" she whispered before Akefia cut her off,
"YES! Pleased to make your acquaintance, and might I add what a lovely home you have here," Akefia remarked quite loudly as Amunet sensed a rather large man walk into the room.
"Thank you, thank you, but let's see this girl you have here. Virgin?" he asked, his voice fitting what Amunet had rightly guessed as a rather robust man.
"As far as I'm concerned, yes," Akefia said, his mocking tone hidden expertly from the fool in front of him. Akefia finally put her down, allowing Amunet to turn and face quite possibly, the fattest man she had ever seen. At least he matches the infrastructure, she thought to herself.
"Remove your shawl," the man said, his chins wobbling as he spoke.
Amunet slowly removed her shawl, keeping her head down in an attempt to look submissive.
"What a beauty. How much do you want for her?" she heard the man ask Akefia.
"Well, for a girl such as this one, what would think is fair?" he mused.
She heard the fat man laugh before his voice suddenly boomed closer to her.
"I like you! Come in, I want to get a better look at her before we talk any more about price," he said as she heard the floors creak as their owner moved across them and into a room off to the side. Akefia returned his hand to the small of her back, guiding her reassuringly as she spared a quick glance at him. He winked at her before she felt his hand drift from her back and the man's voice bellowed once more,
"Sit! Sit!"
Amunet remained standing as Akefia plopped himself lazily on a pile of pillows across from the merchant.
"Have her undress," the man said, his grin stretching his fat, greasy face in a disgusting manner.
Amunet looked to Akefia who nodded at her, giving her the go ahead to undress.
Although uncomfortable, Amunet had to force herself not to laugh as she removed her plain dress that covered her body entirely, revealing the black top that only covered the area around her breasts and the black thong that was adorned with strings of beads that trailed down her luscious hips.
"I'd hate to say it but I'm afraid I'll have to give you a quite a bit of gold for this one," the merchant said exasperated, after several seconds of staring at her body unabashedly.
"She's yours the moment the gold is in my hands," Akefia said in a rather bored tone, staring at his nails rather than at Amunet.
The merchant got up after a few futile attempts, opening the chest at the back of the room and filling a bag almost entirely with gold coins. Once he was done he threw it in Akefia's direction who caught it and began counting it very quickly.
Meanwhile, the merchant had made his way over to Amunet, grabbing one arm quite tightly, squeezing it as he looked down at her body once more.
"You won't ever be leaving my bed," the man said in a gruff voice, his grip tightening even more as Amunet waited for Akefia to ask,
"Just a hundred?"
She smirked as the merchant's bewildered face shot to Akefia, who was now standing, tossing the bag in the air as he waited for a response.
"I think that what I gave you is more than fair-"
"Fair!?" Akefia snarled before laughing maniacally for a longer time than Amunet deemed necessary. The merchant's grip had faltered much to her relief, for had she one more minute of his clammy hand on her arm, she would have sliced his throat right then and there.
"Oh my good sir, life is not fair, your King is not fair, and the measly 100 gold pieces you think you can get for that girl right there, is most definitely not fair," Akefia said, turning around so his back faced the merchant. "However," Akefia turned his head slightly, "we can arrange something," he said just before swiftly turning back around, shooting his knife directly into his throat. The merchant strained his face as his hands moved to the knife in a vain attempt to remove it, falling to his knees as he failed to do so. Amunet bent over and stared at him in his scared, shaking eyes before ripping the knife out of his throat and squirting both Akefia and herself in his blood. As he fell to the floor, sputtering as he pathetically clung to his life, Akefia laid next to him, pulling Amunet on top with him.
"Wanna watch me deflower her as you die?" Akefia asked rhetorically to the fat man sprawled on his side. He gurgled blood out of his mouth, as the artery in his throat continued to spurt blood out every now and again.
"I'll take that as a yes," Akefia said mockingly, ripping Amunet's thong off of her in one swift motion before revealing his massive erection.
"But Master," Amunet said as she placed herself over his member, "You already deflowered me yesterday, remember?" she teased as she began to ride him with the man dying next to them.
"Ah, how could I forget?" Akefia closed his eyes in remembrance as the fat merchant took his last breath.