REFENSE OF ETERNAL PRAZER

Senmut, the lowly, chief scribe of Pharaoh's palace was concerned; it had come to his ears that Ravenna, the illegitimate daughter of the Queen had returned to the city of the Temple, a fortified set of buildings where tributes and sacrifices were surrendered to the gods of the Nile. She had come in hiding, accompanied by a band of men and women she called her disciples. The scribe feared that that young and beautiful woman had returned from her exile forced to plot something against the Queen or yet against Pharaoh himself. From the upper terrace of the main palace, he watched the horizon, hoping Ravenna and her entourage would suddenly emerge, announcing her arrival and with her the threats she could pose. A soft touch on his shoulder took him by leap..., was Nefer, the priestess of the Temple of Isis. What's the matter with Chief Scribe tonight? She asked with her sweet voice. Ravena's back! – he said in a warning tone – and with her ..., well, you know ... - She's already here - answered Nefer without showing concern - she arrived through the east gate, coming from the port ... And where is she? I wanted to know Senmut with an impatient tone. - In the Temple of Isis Black – answered Nefer, unable to hide a certain fear in his voice – She asked that no one know of his arrival except Pharaoh himself. And what did he say about that? - He asked Scribe again. -I just said that she could stay, as long as she did not leave the realms of the Temple of Isis – answered the Priestess – and asked to see him ... - To me? What does that common whore want from me? Nefer was baffled by the expression of the Chief scribe when he uttered those rude words; she knew Senmut from childhood and never saw him irritated to the point of brawling like that. Realizing that his attitude had an impact on his interlocutor, he leaned down and apologized. He then walked away from the Priestess, walking towards the city of the Temple. As soon as he won the street he was accompanied by four Royal Infantry warriors, who composed his personal escort; they advanced towards the main gate that gave access to the fortified assembly. In a position of alert, two lancers placed themselves in a combat position, but the moment they saw who it was they returned to the position of attention, hailing the scribe as usual. On the inside of the walls, Senmut ordered his guards to wait for him in the watchhouse, where other warriors kept their attention. He looked forward and glimpsed the Temple of Isis Negra, the goddess of chaos, necessary to the excesses of order ..., also was the goddess of liberation ..., of desire and purification ..., although there were priests, the temple was cared for by priests, women chosen from the early childhood to attend the Temple and learn its secrets. At the entrance portico of the Temple, two priests awaited him, as if they knew of his arrival. He profiled himself in front of them and waited for the acclaim that authorized him to enter the Temple. - Be welcome, Chief Secretary! - He greeted one of them with an insinuating smile - You know that to enter this Temple, you must obey the rules ... Before the young priestess closed her speech, Senmut unstuck the belt where he had his sword Khopesh, delivering it to the other young priestess; without hesitation, the scribe stripped himself of his garments, showing his nakedness in the greedy eyes of the young. The expressions on their faces and the indisguised smiles denounced that the vision of the nakedness of the middle-aged man had aroused an unusual interest. Without waiting for another reaction, Senmut advanced through the portico, entering the Temple; by the long corridor, Senmut saw himself flanked by naked men; they were warriors, servants, priests and slaves; some of them foreigners. The Scribe noticed a Numid warrior, whose dark and bright furst enhanced his advanced musculature, as well as a barbarian from the northern lands, with his dark skin and covered with strange tattoos. They all formed a kind of human corridor along the way leading to the central atrium where the offering hall was, the goddess' worship altar and the reserved tent, which served as a resting and resting area. Already inside the atrium, Senmut glimpsed the voluptuous figure of Ravenna who, naked, lay on her side in a long wicker chair, leather and fabric. Upon seeing him, the princess smiled and greeted him: - What a nice surprise! I like your visit very much, Chief of the scribes... - It's not a visit, Princess - he replied with solemn tone, without interrupting his walk towards her - As far as I know, I was called to your presence, and then here I am... - Ah! I understand – she said, interrupting the scribe, and trying to hide the tip of irony in her tone of voice – I called you because I need a permit to obtain food for my followers with the scribes who control the silage ..., I also need a credit endorsement in coins for some payments I need to make ... - That's it? – asked the scribe, interrupting the bastard princess – If so, I will provide the authorizations immediately ..., as the credit endorsement ..., I need to meet with Pharaoh ... After all, I am the daughter of the queen and enjoy certain privileges ... -If there is nothing else to treat – said Senmut, already with a certain irritation – I ask permission to withdraw ... The scribe did not wait for an answer, turning his back on the princess and walking toward the exit. However, he failed to conclude his intention, since two priests armed with short spears stood before him, preventing him from continuing. He then turned to the lobby, where Raven was standing, looking at him. “I will consider her posture as the fruit of an unjustified robbery, based on a prejudice about me ..., but only this time ..., let it not be repeated!”, she asserted with a serious voice, and a hint of irony. Senmut bowed in solemn reverence and resumed his way. Already outside the realms of the temple of the Black Isis, and properly clothed, Senmut dismissed his personal guard and headed for another building that lay behind the main palace ..., was the provider, from where he and his subordinates controlled and administered the resources of the kingdom. Senmut entered and barely realized the presence of other scribes dedicated to his tasks. He went to the ward where his personal quarters were situated; only the Chief scribe was entitled to rooms within the ombudsman ..., a position that Senmut had long occupied, thanks to the vote of confidence the Queen had granted him ... The Queen..., the Noble Lady of the Northern lands, as he had known her from early childhood; Senmut was charged with caring for that beautiful, smiling child who was promised to be the next queen of the Nile, for when she reached her age, she would be married to Tutmés II, the future Pharaoh. Over the years, the affection of a hard-mouthed woman improved and also deepened, and Senmut found himself entangled by an unnameable passion for his protégé. He fought with all his might against this overwhelming passion, bordering on the rays of self-flagellation, and would have won if it were one night..., just one night. He and Noble Lady were alone in the palace where she lived, months before fulfilling her union with Pharaoh, and she confessed to him the desire she had for her chin; that sweet look with sparkling eyes, a shy smile, but full of intentions, were the arrows that pierced the moral breastplate of the scribe, making him a manipulative puppet in the hands of the goddess Basthet, yielding to the desire that burned between her legs and inside her chest. With the gentleness of a gentleman, he stripped his beloved, exploring every inch of his skin bronze, warm and soft; he held on to the swollen nipples that seemed to beg to be an object of pleasure from the scribe; he eagerly sucked them up, alternating them inside his dry mouth, whose cheeky tongue drew an almost endless sequence of sighs from the young woman, who delighted in caressing. Senmut made her lie down on a large wicker divan covered with skin, diving her face between the young woman's legs, leaving her insatiable mouth to find the small muscle that pulsed inside the warm and damp cave; he inebriated himself with the scented odor and sweet taste of the liquid that poured from the warm vulva of his beloved, soaking him with affection, while his tongue tasted even more that flesh flower. Noble Lady exasperated herself at the first wave of pleasure, and groaned long when the first orgasms came, causing her body to be shaken by insane spasms, and chills to snake along her skin. Senmut did not yield to the delirium he had provoked in the body of his beloved, prolonging himself in providing even more pleasure to her. Not to be defeated by the delicious oral harassment of his tutor, Noble Lady babbled: “Come, my love ..., give me what I love most ..., what I desire most ..., makes me your female!”. - Forgive me, my child! – he answered, with a hesitant tone of voice – But, I can’t! You are Pharaoh's promised... future Queen of the Nile..., I cannot! Acting only by pure impulse, Noble Lady pulled up the tunic of Senmut, seeking the object of her licentious lust; felt all the hardness of the member of her guardian, who began to pulsate in her hand; she squeezed that restless appendix, making the scribe groan with pleasure. I will never be another man's, as I wish to belong to you! – she declared with languid voice – fulfills the desire that burns as eternal flame within me ... Senmut, overcome by the intoxicating statement of Noble Lady, surrendered to his reverie; he stood and undressed, displaying his tonitruant virility that vibrated insanely. He covered her with his body, letting his sexes meet in explosive contact. She groaned with pleasure to feel that huge limb poke her untouched cave, and squirmed to feel the swirling between her wet and fleshy lips of the abused glans; with a vigorous stifling, Senmut forced the first invasion, achieving a success that was celebrated with groans and sighs, while her hands were nailing her muscular shoulders. Sealing his mouth with a kiss, the chin-hard advanced with slow and short pelvic movements, providing an unprecedented sensation in his beloved who squirmed even more, moaning and biting the lobe of his ear; in total surrender to the deliriums of the flesh, under the aegis of the goddess Bastet, Senmut followed in his attempt, encouraged by his beloved. At one point, Noble Lady released a groan contained in pain, which caused him to cease his pelvic movements; “no, my love..., don’t stop! I beg you! Make me yours!, she babbled, in supplication. Senmut then filled himself with renewed vigor, and with more forceful movements, concluded the initial penetration, feeling his masculinity buried in the bowels of his beloved. Then followed a frenzy of bodily movements that expressed the shared desire and yearned for both; skin against skin, mouth against mouth, amalgamated kisses, endless caresses ..., Senmut was in a state of ecstasy ..., the pleasure enjoyed by both seemed to obey a conspiracy conjured by the gods in the firmament and made real on earth at that moment. The chin-hard printed more rhythm to his movements, which were matched by the Noble Lady, in a more than perfect synchrony of bodies, desires and accomplishments. At one point, the scribe felt a chill going through his skin, and a spasm announced that the end was very near; he announced the event to his beloved, intending to draw himself from within so that there would be no undesirable consequences; however, she held him by the waist, keeping him inside his body. “Don’t do this!”, she asked in supplication. “Satisfy your pleasure within me and let me feel this caudal wave warm my guts ..., I will keep you with me ..., forever!”, she insisted with an anxious voice and full of desire. Senmut found himself caught up in the delicious appeal of Noble Lady; intensifying even more his movements, he finally reached the summit, pouring his warm and caudal charge into the interior of his beloved ..., fate had forever sealed the life of both.