A full moon hung low over the palace, the sticky air punctuated by the distant cries of tonight's lucky recipient of the Pharaoh's lustful ardour.
The Maiden turned in her sleep, one hand absently cupping her blossoming breast. Despite the heat her nipples were taut and firm, stiff peaks of delight to be one night devoured by the mouth of her captor, the Pharaoh. Her smooth skin glowed with a faint flush of pleasure as her other hand sought lower, finding the smooth swell of her mound, one tapered finger slipping deeper between the hairless folds of flesh.
Her eyes flickered, a tiny moan escaped her lips, as her finger found the hard nubbin of flesh within its protective hood, instant drops of pearly liquid running from deep inside her. She turned again, her legs falling apart beneath the transparent veil of her bed-sheet.
The savage stood seemingly impassive to the scene, but the stiffness of his huge black cock belief his disinterest. His hand closed tighter about the long stem of the fan, the other touching the swollen hardness of his naked manhood. While the Maiden still slept, such liberties were possible, but the punishment for getting caught committing such sacrilege would be severe indeed. Sometimes a risk was worth taking.
The Maiden cried out once more, her hips arching up as though to meet the thrusts of some phantom lover's cock. One hand balled into a tight fist in her ebony hair, she ground the other hand against her cunt lips, shuddering in open-mouthed ecstasy as the waves of delirium coursed through her virgin body. "My Prince," she breathed, her voice softly aspirating a frenzied gasp of rapture. "My Prince, come to me now. Let not the Pharaoh taste my virgin blood."
In a silent flurry of movement at the open window a figure appeared, eyes penetratingly black, round and soft-lidded, skin pale ebony and flecked with silver moonlight and deep black shadows. A cloth was bound about his head in the Egyptian manner, but this was no Egyptian. His lips were parted, dry and hungry to feast on the sleeping Maiden. Such a rare beauty she was, her flawless body smooth and untainted by the corruption of mortal man.
Soundlessly he entered the room, passing one hand swiftly in front of the face of the wide-eyed savage. "See nothing," he said in an accented whisper, and the savage's eyes clouded over as he stood, motionless, a mute statue cast in ebony.
"Awake, my Princess," breathed the intruder, tracing the outline of her bare breasts with one gentle hand. "I have come as you bade me come."
The Maiden's eyes snapped open, moonlight flooding those brown depths. A soft sheen of perspiration patterned her body, evidence of her self-pleasure, her guilty passion. Her mouth widened into a smile of pure lust, all hint of the virgin subsumed in her desire for this invader of her private chambers. "Joshua," she sighed, his name a breathless mantra on her lips. "Joshua, Joshua, you came to me. You found me at last."
"Of course I did." He leaned over her, pulling back the sheet to fully expose her perfumed nakedness. "Perfection incarnate, do you think I would let a mortal fool like this barbarian Pharaoh touch you?"
She gasped as his fingers found her wetness, rose up to meet his hand and push it harder against her pussy. Her silky lips slid apart beneath the force of his fingers and he buried two digits deep inside her, stifling her cry with a kiss. She clasped her arms about his body for a moment, before letting one hand trail over the waist-band of the loin-clout he wore. She could feel his rampant rigidity already straining to be free, and she massaged the thick length of it with an eager hand.
He groaned and pulled at the knot of the clout, anxious to be rid of it that she might pleasure him further. It fell away from him and her hot little hand was upon him, uncoiling the engorged serpent of his cock and licking her lascivious lips in anticipation.
"Let me kiss it," she begged, her eyes wide and anxious. He knelt closer to her on the soft bed, straddling her naked body as she wriggled up against the bank of pillows.
"Oh my gods, yes," he responded, pushing near to her so that the wet tip of his cock nudged against her pouting lower lip. "Kiss it, kiss me."
She opened her mouth in a broad smile, her long dark tongue curling out to flick across the glistening head of his stiff weapon, to lick the salty tear that hesitated there. Then, aroused at the taste of him, she plunged down hard on him, devouring his length and taking it deep into her throat. A low growl of pleasure formed in her throat, came out stifled and flat through the flesh in her mouth. She sucked vigorously on his rod, feeling him grow even harder, even longer, as she mouthed him. More pearlescent tears fell upon her tongue, and she yielded her juice to his probing fingers.
Frantically he started to pump inside her wet mouth, and then equally frantically pulled away, wanting it so much to continue, but knowing that to continue now would be to end it all too soon. She groaned with her need for him and reached out for him, but he drew back. "Not yet," he admonished.
"Then kiss me," she sighed, putting up one hand to restrain him when he bent to meet her mouth. "No, kiss me... there." She arched her hips up to show him where, showing him the golden lips out of which ran rivulets of white heat, flowing over his fingers. The heady scent of her arousal made him dizzy with hunger for her. It had to be tonight – he could wait no longer to thoroughly possess her.
He knelt in adoration before her shaven slit, the long smooth curves of her legs either side of his head. "So beautiful," he whispered, bowing down to lick her warm wetness. "You cannot imagine how long I have waited for you to be ready." His eyes glittered, crimson fire burning in their depths. "Are you ready – for death?" He nuzzled his face against her, tongue probing deeply the secrets of her virginal sex.
"For life," she replied, paroxysms of pure ecstasy tumbling through her. "Give me back my life." She cried out as the first orgasm bled into the second, as his mouth closed firmly about her swollen clitoris. "Grant me my freedom from this earthly bondage."
The Prince drank deep of her, draining the hot elixir of life and her passion from her heaving, spasming cunt. She was more than ready for the bite, that deadly kiss that would reunite them for once and forever... "Sheba."
"Joshua."
As he moved away from his feast, she turned her head to one side, exposing the pulsing artery to his view. She felt his hardness slip between her legs, felt the wet globe of the head of his cock brushing against the opening flower of her cunt. "Yes, my Prince."
Pulling her roughly up against him he drove deep inside her, impaling her on the rigid serpent of his adoration, feeling the virginal bond tearing beneath the force of his lust. He sank deep, thrusting slowly but firmly into the warm cavity of her, lost in the sweet sensation of her tight wetness.
The Maiden groaned to feel his spike piercing her, reached up to clasp her arms about his neck, to touch his silvery face. "My love," she breathed. "My Prince." The slow, deep rhythm of his fucking ran in time with the thumping pulse of her heart, her blood washing white hot in her ears. Defenceless beneath the questing hunger of his massive cock she abandoned herself to the urgency of her own mounting desire, descending into the pit of his violent need to face the devil she knew only as Joshua.
In the heat and desperation of their coupling they writhed, twin demons locked in a frenzied coital spasm that seemed endless and inevitable. From the moment he had found himself in the land of his country-woman's captors, it had been inevitable that they would end up on this silken bed.
He could smell the rich salt of her blood as he bent closer to her throat, tracing the line of the pounding artery with his long hungry tongue. Thirst cast a dry grip on the back of his mouth and his belly hungered for her life essence.
"Yes, Joshua," responded the Maiden. "You know it is time." Her cunt open to his rapine, her legs locked in eternal bondage about his waist, she plunged ever further into her own damnation. Her whole body aflame with the desire he had inspired, she soared up to meet his frenzied thrusts, to force his cock even harder, even deeper, inside her – harder, deeper, until she thought she would die of it.
His balls tight, the Prince felt the dense tide of salty blood-spunk rising in his shaft, tried to stem the flow, but unable to control it, came in vast shuddering waves of ecstasy. His rich spunk jetted deep into the Maiden's cunt, burning towards the deepest, darkest part of her. She screamed out to feel this unfamiliar sensation, her entire body trembling on the cusp of yet another climax. She came with a breathless gasp, a choked attempt at his name as he sank down over her and plunged his fangs into the raging fever of her throat.
Crimson fire exploded against the roof of his mouth as he bit into her, bubbling fountains of it shooting down his throat and into his hungry belly. She clung to him, her nails digging deep furrows in his shoulders, her body paralysed, back arched in pain and pleasure. Another stream of wetness gushed from her cunt, his spunk and her blood conjoined.
Blackness descended as her strength ebbed away, her eyes singing a final farewell in the moonlight to the immortal saviour of her soul.
And then, inevitably, came the sunlight, and she rested and slept and died and was buried. And as the evening moon once more drenched the balmy night in silver, her eyes re-focussed on a world reborn, as the Prince took her hand and enveloped her soul in the eternal shroud of erotic nightmare.
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