Flail of the Pharoah (11 page)

Mira could see that Seti was growing excited just talking about it. There was a stirring under his robe and the aforementioned cock must be rousing itself again.

‘She was very far away, I could tell, more or less asleep the whole time,’ he went on. ‘I am sure she had pleasant dreams, for I saw a sweet smile on her lips the whole time as if she were seeing heaven. It was so charming to witness her pleasure, dear wife, even though she was not participating actively in the event.’

But Mira felt revolted. To deflower a girl while she was under sedation struck her as somehow obscene, and she couldn’t believe the Pharaoh had done such a thing. He had obviously justified his act to himself even so, making as though he’d been doing Charmian a favour.

‘Does she know you have taken her virginity?’ Mira asked coolly.

‘No. That’s where you come in, my dear. I believe it would be better coming from you, don’t you think?’

‘You want me to tell her that you took her maidenhead while she was asleep? What on earth will she think of you?’

Seti smiled. ‘She will thank me for it, providing you explain properly just as I have told you. And next time she will be more ready to give herself to me actively, I think, knowing the deed has already been done.’

Mira was stunned into silence. Then to her amazement Seti threw off his tunic and exposed his rearing penis to her eyes, taking her hand and pressing it around the shaft.

‘I know you have already performed the sacred rite this morning, but I cannot seem to get this fellow to quieten down. My night with the new girl has so rejuvenated my virility I cannot get enough sexual pleasure. Help me, Mira, and you shall reap the benefit too.’

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He wanted sex with her now, after deflowering a semi-conscious girl in the night.

The king seemed to read her thoughts. ‘This is between you and me, my queen. I desire you and you alone. Come into my arms and let me embrace you fully.’

Not knowing whether to be pleased or outraged, Mira nevertheless allowed herself to be taken into Seti’s arms. He kissed her neck, arousing her instantly, and fingers fastened on her nipple through her thin garment, pinching it gently until it stiffened and sent tingling waves throughout her body.

She hitched up her skirt and sat astride him, feeling the robust erection stroke her sensitive inner thighs. Vigorously she moved against him in a rhythmic, wriggling motion, increasing his lust for her, and soon both his hands were kneading her breasts and his lips were whispering passionate words. ‘Luscious woman, I will fuck you. Any way you want me to, just say. My eager prick cannot wait to enter you and delve deep, deep into the heart of your womb.’

‘Then take me from the side,’ she begged, turning to present her buttocks. ‘Slide into me now, quick, while you are still hot for me.’

He did as he was bid, the nose of his cock finding its way into her cunt with no difficulty. How joyous it was to be his chief whore again, his wild and willing woman. She cared nothing for the feeble girl who had lain passive for him last night. This morning he would have a real female, a wife who knew how to please her husband with her womanly wiles. She would give him the best sex he’d had for a very long time and he would come back to her, again and again, forsaking all others. It would be as it had been at the beginning, before she became his chosen queen. He could not get enough of her then, and it would be so again. The foreign girl would become one of the rejected, and Mira’s star would rise, and her son Neshi’s with it…

These were her thoughts as she accommodated the length and girth of the royal phallus and rode it with unbridled enthusiasm, shifting her hips in a snaking movement and squeezing the shaft with her internal muscles until Seti groaned and thrust harder, oblivious to everything except his approaching climax.

But before he reached it Mira slowed the pace and twisted round to roll on top of him. She knew well how to get him to the brink and then push him back, time after time, tormenting him with the promise of ecstasy and yet denying him. He knew that, when she finally let him have his release, it would be sweeter than ever and well worth the wait.

‘Harlot,’ he murmured, a familiar word of mock contempt that merely expressed his admiration of her bedroom skills.

‘Yes, I am your harlot, your chief harlot,’ she responded triumphantly. ‘And I know how to make your senses and your soul reel.’

‘Devil woman…’

‘Divine man…’

She stopped, holding him still with her muscles, and rolled over onto her back with him still inside her. Seti began to move slowly, just an inch or so back and forth, and their mingled juices made squelching noises. Mira felt her clitoris throbbing urgently, drawing her into an orgasm she was powerless to resist, and soon the wave of rapture suffused her body, making her shudder and moan.

‘Bitch,’ Seti murmured tenderly. ‘You steal your pleasure from me, yet you deny me mine.’

‘Then take your own,’ she gasped. ‘Ride me to oblivion, sweet Seti.’

He needed no second bidding and soon Mira was panting loudly as he pushed her body to the limit, fucking her with reckless abandon, biting her shoulder so that she cried out in pain and yet he could not stop. The base of his shaft was applying swift friction to her throbbing clitoris and it was not long before she felt the rippling of her second orgasm.

Seti felt it too and it triggered his own, the pair reaching their mutual satisfaction in a crescendo of moans and shudders that seemed to go on and on. Mira felt the fountain of his sperm gush into her womb and she rejoiced, even though she knew conception was unlikely at her age. This was more than mere ecstasy; it was confirmation that she was the mother of his children, his honoured queen and the first lady in the land. Pride in her supremacy over all others returned in that instant and her petty jealousies and fears vanished. She was more than the Pharaoh’s queen, she was his soul mate, and the Pharaoh of Egypt knew it.

It took a long time for Mira to come down to earth again after that, but eventually she awoke from her rapturous dream to find herself alone in the great bed. As soon as she opened her eyes she saw Iras sitting nearby; obviously summoned by Seti to attend her mistress. The Pharaoh would have gone to be about his business, for nothing could be allowed to interfere with his royal duties.

For five minutes or so, as Iras helped her bathe and dress, Mira remained in her bubble of joy, but then she remembered the task Seti had asked her to perform, and her spirits took a nosedive. How could she explain to Charmian that the Pharaoh had taken her virginity while she was under sedation? There was no easy way to deliver such news, and the prospect was all the more delicate because she knew nothing of the girl’s attitudes. Did her people teach their girls to prize their maidenhead and regard its loss with gravity? Or would she make light of it? Would she be relieved that she had been spared any pain, or would she believe that Seti had tricked her? This would take very careful handling.

After she had taken breakfast she sent Iras to fetch Charmian to her room. She offered her a cup of pomegranate juice, but the girl regarded her warily and Mira wondered whether she suspected she was being drugged again. She smiled sweetly and poured herself a cup from the same jug, then as she put it to her lips Charmian did likewise.

‘Now, dear, how did you get on with the Pharaoh last night?’ she began conversationally.

An inscrutable expression flitted over the girl’s face. ‘It was good, I think. I hope he was pleased with me’

‘Oh yes,’ the queen assured her, ‘very pleased indeed.’

Charmian looked uncertain. ‘But I cannot recall much of what happened,’ she admitted. ‘I thought I should have to touch his… you know, like with Prince Neshi. But I don’t remember doing anything like that. All I remember is lying on the bed and the Pharaoh kissing and fondling me.’

‘And you enjoyed the experience.’ It was a statement, not a question, for who would dare question the Pharaoh’s bedroom skills?

‘Yes, but I felt so drowsy. Was I supposed to feel that way, Mira?’

The queen bristled at the familiarity of her address. Did the girl think she was her equal now she’d slept with the king? But she decided to overlook it. ‘Oh yes, I think so,’ she answered wryly; realising that this gave her the cue she needed to reveal all. ‘You see, my dear, the Pharaoh found you were rather tight, down there.’ She pointed to her own vagina, and saw a look of alarm on the girl’s face. ‘Do not worry; there is nothing wrong with that. In fact, it is exactly as it should be. It proves that you really were an untouched virgin,
virgo intacta
, as the Romans call it.’

‘
Was
a virgin?’ she echoed, her eyes wide with alarm.

Fearing she had made a tactical error, the queen explained hurriedly, ‘The Pharaoh, in his wisdom, decided it was better to anaesthetise you.’

‘An-aes-thet-ise?’

‘It means to dull your senses, to put you into a sleep-like state so you feel no pain. When a tight hymen, such as yours, is broken by a stout penis like King Seti’s it can cause pain, as well as a little bleeding.’

‘There was blood?’ She looked horrified.

‘Just a little, but that is quite normal. It is not like one of your lunar courses.’ Mira felt strangely like the girl’s mother, telling her all this. Yet she had no maternal feelings for Charmian, and could never regard her as a daughter. This was the girl who presented the greatest danger to her as queen, and to her son, the present crown prince. If any son of Charmian’s were to be born, fair and golden-haired like her, Seti might prefer him to Neshi. The line of succession was not yet fixed and could still be subject to the Pharaoh’s whims.

She had been about to tell the girl that the bleeding occurred only at the first breaking of the hymen, but then she paused. The vague plan she’d been formulating for rendering Charmian infertile could be perfectly realised now, and it was so simple. A stroke of brilliance!

‘The king cannot bear the sight of blood,’ Mira went on. ‘So I shall give you a little tip. See here…’ she reached into the box beside her bed and drew out a small sponge. ‘Now you are a woman you may place this sponge, soaked in a special liquid I shall give you, into your womanly cavity, down here.’ She gestured between her thighs. ‘This must be done every time you visit the Pharaoh’s bed. It will prevent any blood from leaking and keep you healthy and clean.’

Charmian’s eyes lit up. It was clear she had been frightened by the thought that she’d bleed whenever penetrated, and Mira congratulated herself on her own cunning. What a pleasure it was to be able to pull the wool over this little ninny’s eyes!

‘Oh, thank you, Mira,’ Charmian said. ‘You are so kind to me.’

Giving her what passed for a motherly embrace, Mira said, ‘So you are not too upset that you have lost your flower?’

‘Oh no, I had to lose it sometime, and I am grateful to the king that he caused me no pain. So,’ she added in a tone of wonder, ‘I am really a woman now.’

‘Yes, welcome to the Pharaoh’s harem. No doubt he will call for you again soon, and then you shall know the full pleasure of lovemaking. But that is enough for today. Why don’t you take a turn in the garden? It is so lovely there now, with the shady palms and tamarisks and all the beautiful flowers.’

‘Thank you, Mira, I will.’

As the girl took her leave the cunning smile on the queen’s face widened. Her plan to discredit the newcomer was about to swing into action, for she had seen Neshi lurking in the palace garden when she glanced out, just a few minutes before. With his blood already hot for the girl, the seclusion offered by the garden would prove the perfect place for some illicit advances.

The gardens of the palace were a delightful place to be at any hour of the day, but now, before the sun was at its full height, Charmian found it especially pleasant to wander amidst the various palms, tamarisk trees, and bushes bearing the blossoms of hibiscus, oleander and gloriously scented roses. There were small sandstone statues of the gods and goddesses: the catlike features of Bast stared down an avenue of swaying papyrus reeds; the hawk-headed Horus peered between two graceful palm trees; Sobek the crocodile god and symbol of the fertile Nile presided over a channel of river water. There were fountains too, their tinkling sound as attractive as their bright spray, and shady seats enclosed in bowers where the scent of jasmine prevailed.

After picking a particularly rich-scented rose, Charmian made her way towards one of these seats. There had been little time to reflect on the momentous events of the past twenty-four hours and she welcomed the chance to take it all in. At first she was shocked to learn she’d been initiated into womanhood whilst unconscious, but now she accepted the queen’s explanation that Seti had acted out of kindness and concern for her welfare. She took another sniff of the rose’s heady perfume.

It had been a shock, though, to discover that her blood must be shed at every coupling. All women must know about this, she mused, and yet her mother had never mentioned it when explaining about her monthly courses. Perhaps, Charmian reasoned, she had not wished to put her daughter off the act of love. How she longed for her mother’s advice right now. Mira was kindly towards her, but there was not the intimate bond Charmian had once shared with the woman who bore her. Thoughts of her mother, now probably departed from this world, brought tears to the girl’s eyes and she made no effort to brush them away.