A/N: Catching up on requests like a boss. This is for the Guest that left a review wanting Blueshipping. I like writing ancient Egypt. So this was no problem. I hope you enjoy Mr. or Miss. Do I have any fanboys reading this? I wish to know! My fanboy friend took a crayon to the face for me today. He didn't really mean to get in the way, but he did. So I didn't get hit. Eternally in your debt, Sethy-Cakes.
Enjoy! Blueshipping is Priest Set/Kisara.
Chapter 16: Blueshipping
"She's a peasant!" Mahado cried. Set merely looked up at him, blue eyes flashing.
"So was I."
That silenced the magician. He sighed and picked up the scroll closest to Set and skimmed over it. "Really, Set. It's against the rules."
Set snorted and rose. "Since when have you cared about rules, Mahado? Sleeping with the Pharaoh is against those rules as well."
Mahado choked, his face going red. "I- I don't know what you're talking about." he said, drawing himself to full height. Set scoffed and stood as well, sweeping past the magician.
"Sure you don't."
Mahado made an annoyed sound. Why did Set always have to know everything? More importantly, how did he know that? Not even Atem's eunuch (1) knew.
Stupid priest.
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"Pharaoh, I will not be on the palace grounds for the rest of the day." Set said. Atem looked up, lifting his face off of his palm. He raised an eyebrow.
"Why is that, Set?"
Set mentally cursed his cousin. Had Mahado said something to him?
"I have something I need to take care of."
There. Nice and vague. Atem nodded, though he looked like he knew something Set did not, and made an dismissive gesture with his hand.
"Very well. Be back before nightfall." he commanded. Set nodded solemnly and rose to his feet, making a quick exit.
Mahado was so going to pay for that one.
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Kisara swept through the dusty streets of the outer kingdom. Her white hair was swept back into a braid, her usually dirty outfit clean. Set had been taking such good care of her.
"Miss, can I help you?"
Kisara smiled kindly at the vender. "Yes. I would like… the dragon figurine, please."
She pulled what little money she had out of a small bag tied to her waist and dumped it on the shelf. The man counted it before handing the figurine to her. She eyed it and smiled. Set would love it.
"Thank you, sir!"
She took off, back towards home. It wasn't exactly the immaculate palace, but it served its purpose. She'd just crashed through the doors when she heard movement in one of the back rooms. She yelped and pulled a knife from underneath her tunic.
"Show yourself!" she snapped. It didn't sound so threatening, given her soft voice and even less intimidating appearance. She heard a low chuckle.
"You would stab me, my dragon?"
Set stepped from the shadows, a wry smile on his face. She sighed in relief and threw the dagger down. It wasn't her fault she was defensive, with people like Akefia roaming the streets. The man had no morals.
"Maybe." she teased. "You could have been a thief."
His smile grew to a full blown grin as he embraced her. He leaned down so that his breath tickled her neck. "I'm here to steal something,"
She shivered involuntarily and whirled in his grasp so that his hold broke. She cleared her throat softly and grabbed the pouch that held Set's dragon.
"I bought you something."
She could practically hear the frown on Set's face. "Why? You don't have the money for that, Kisara."
She sighed. This argument was really getting old. She didn't need so much money, anyways. It was dangerous to have way out here. "Set. Hush, I wanted to be nice."
Set sighed and sat on her sleeping couch. "What is it?"
She hummed and came to perch on his lap. "Here you go. Open it."
Amusement danced in his eyes. "Which is my present again?"
His hand worked under her tunic to land on her thigh. She giggled and spread her legs slightly.
"This one."
He hummed and took the gift, opening it with one hand. His other was occupied with the inside of Kisara's thigh. She cooed in delight and leaned against him.
"It reminds me of you." he murmured. She smiled softly and nodded. She'd hoped that would happen. He returned her smile and pressed his lips to hers.
"Thank you." he whispered. She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"How long do you have?"
Time. Time was always her enemy. She hated that Set couldn't be open about their relationship. She remembered Set from so long ago, the boy that she saved. He'd grown into a respectable young man, still as beautiful as always.
His eyes drifted to the door. "I have to be back before nightfall…"
She groaned in self pity and pressed closer to him. They had to make this fast.
"Set..." she whimpered. The Priest sighed and lowered his head onto her breasts. She tangled slim fingers into his chestnut hair. His lips worked over her collar bone as he whispered soft apologies.
"It's alright, my Priest."
He hummed and nipped at her pale neck. How was she so pale, anyway? He entwined his fingers with hers, marveling at how different their skin tone's were. She was so beautiful. Sometimes, he felt he didn't deserve her.
All the time, really.
His hand that was still under her tunic slid up further. She wore nothing to cover her womanhood. He circled her clit teasingly before plunging one finger into her. She sighed softly and fell back, so that Set was above her. He slid his hand further up her dress until it was bunched around her bosom. He diligently removed the thin fabric, mouth latching on to one nipple. While one hand still worked her need, the other tweaked the nipple that his mouth wasn't occupying. She moaned softly, moving her thigh so that it rubbed against his rapidly forming erection. He gave one last lick to her breasts before moving back to her mouth.
Kisara slowly slid Set's priest's robes off, one item at a time, until all that remained was his shenti beneath. Her small hand slid up his thigh to grasp his member firmly. Small fingers worked the throbbing erection quickly, thumb occasionally sliding over the slid. His hand caught hers, though she'd done nothing wrong. He just wouldn't last.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and spread her legs as best she could on the small couch. "I love you."
Set slid in without a problem, quick to pull back out. Each thrust grew a little more in power and speed. Kisara moaned and writhed beneath him, squeezing her breasts in ecstasy. Seto bit at her shoulder while one hand rubbed at her womanhood. She felt her core tightening, the pleasure reaching its peak.
"S-Set!" she cried. She bucked in time with him, whimpering now and then. Finally, Set lost it, coming deep within her. He moaned softly. She gasped at the unusual warmth and came hard.
"I love you, too." Set said finally. Kisara lay beneath him, pale hair askew. Her face was flushed and her mouth was open. She heard Set moving about, getting dressed once again. It pained her, truly, that she would never really have him. A thought nagged at the back of her mind. She should tell him.
"S-Set, don't go yet... Um..."
He turned back to her, fully dressed, and took her hand. "Yes?"
How the hell did she put it?
"I'm pregnant."
Set immediately dropped her hand and fell back onto his bum. He stared at her. Then stared some more.
She began to fidget under his helpless gaze. "I'm so sorry... I didn't tell you..."
She broke then, tears falling freely. Her pale, naked form was a blur as she flew at him. "I'm so sorry!"
Set's arms caught her automatically. He stared for a moment more before smiling. "Don't be. We'll make this work, my dragon. Believe me."
His hands slid to her stomach as his lips caught hers again. Something told him he wouldn't be making it to the palace before nightfall.
But just this once, he'd allow Mahado to win.
A/N: How many of you saw that coming? I didn't. Literally. That was so off plan, I just don't even. Please review, they make me happy and I'm down. /: I'm also hungry as hell. I hope you enjoyed, my guest friend.
Bye, Y'all. By the way, an eunuch was a male guard, usually castrated before hormones could fully develop. Their jobs were to simply guard and follow the person all around. Pip, pip!
~Nightingale.