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I'm up early in the morning. All my bones are hurting and my muscles ache, but I must be on my way! The queen's cobra has left already, and as I leave the sepulchre the sun-god Ra just drives his golden chariot over the distant eastern horizon into the sky. So I turn south and fall in a steady pace. The desert is as dry and flat as the hard bread made with the sandy grain from the royal granaries, baked in clay ovens by the priests of Osiris - it didn't see rain for a hundred years! Astonishing ranges of withered chalk stone in a blinding white colour are running next to me for a while through the cool morning, but then it gets hot!
I watch two pale sand pythons at their mating dance in awe. It is totally astonishing how much tenderness those a****ls can exchange without any limbs at all! A yellow desert fox passes me with such an incredible speed that he hardly casts a fleeting shadow on the hot sand. A dung beetle rolls his golden fortune in front of him to bury it at a convenient and save place - a funny metaphor for the habits of the pharaohs - I have to laugh aloud!
As the sun climbs the zenith of his daily travel the heat grows nearly unbearable, but every tiny shady spot is already occupied by a scorpion or a viper, who is waiting for an easy lunch. For a cool while I can run under a little cloud that appears first like an eagle, then transforms from a dog into a mouse and disappears like a fly. But the hawk is still following me high in the sky!
I have to find some water, that's why I keep close to the caravan route. But I can't risk to be discovered by any more slave traders and have to be careful. As I see a camel caravan approach from far and there is nowhere to hide, I bury myself as quick as a desert mole in the hot sand for a while, before I follow on my fast escape for destiny. The sand gets softer and hotter under my sore feet and I wish for nothing more than a puddle of water to cool my burning toes. A glimmering heat mirage decorates the horizon with upside-down palms and a luscious blue pond to tease me even further! How I would enjoy a clean drink and a good bath! But a huge wall of dark-grey clouds is growing higher and higher behind me as the afternoon is finally cooling down a bit. Swirly gusts of hot wind throws the sand in the air and me on the ground. Like a monkey I cower with my back against the storm and cover my face from the thousand needles that prick my skin. Soon it is as dark as in a grave, the howling noise of the onslaught sounds like the infernal chaos of a battle between the gods and I lose every sense of time. Then the sand gives in under me, and I slide down a steep slope on my bare bottom.
As the storm subsides and the sun comes through for the last time I find myself in a dip, and to my utter surprise: on a cool marble floor. Stumps of columns indicate the ruins of an ancient temple, freed only momentarily by the wind, but in a couple of days for sure covered again by the restless sand of time. In the middle of the square platform stood the worshipped god on a pedestal of white sand-stone, but only the feet are left over from the surely lovely statue - and the tiny toes seem to be webbed, just like mine! It must have been the memorial of Phibias, a pre-dynestial love-goddess, sometimes portrayed with the head of a frog with a crown!
Leaning exhausted against the pedestal I try to relax. The soaring heat of the day made me dizzy and starts to play tricks on my imagination. And I get a horrible fright as I suddenly stand in front of a huge desert lion, as big as a whole temple, that bars my way. Already his paws are five times as high as I am and he wears the proud head of a pharaoh. And in his side there is a solid door that attracts my attention. A bald young priest opens after my knocking and begs me in. Steep steps lead us deep down into the belly of the b**st and into a vast tunnel system, where I surely would get lost without my guide.
We arrive in the reception hall, that is lit by large crystalline balls set in the walls and ceiling and spread a magic blueish light. I get welcomed by two other young priests and have to undergo the ceremonial cleansing with scented water and aromatic oils. That tickles and is heaps of fun, then those priests are all so young and cute, and their light short skirts stand out in funny angles in the front as they wash my dusty beauty! How I would like to strip them both for pleasure and to worship their erected admirations, but I don't know if that would be very decent here, so instead I just ask them: »Who is your king?« And they answer: »She that loves forever!« That sounds nice, so I beg the cute little boys: »When can I see She that loves forever?« They answer: »She is awaiting you, Princess!«
On our way through the maze far under the sand we are passing whole temples and huge libraries, secured by heavy automatic sliding doors and guarded by robots in form of ugly ogres in golden armours. Thousands of scrolls contain the whole secret ancient wisdom, and the walls are inscribed with the long history of Egypt from the humble beginnings. And in the end two scribe are already working on the story of my father.
Then we enter the living quarters, most exquisitely furnished and decorated, and complete with the most modern amenities. The cute little priests leave me alone and then I see her! And She isn't at all, how I would have the Queen of the underworld expected to be! She is guarding the ancient knowledge since a thousand years but looks just like a young woman to me. She is dressed in a long glittering gown, seemingly woven from delicate spider web, and a most beautiful blue wig that frames her extremely lovely face. Her eyes are so deep and bright like windows to the upper world and her friendly smile is mesmerising. The attraction is so enormous that I get aroused, and suddenly I feel ashamed to stand so utterly naked before her and I shiver.
»I was waiting for you, Sésostris, have no fear!«, she says and her voice sounds like a myriad of shells chiming in the morning breeze. Without inhibition she opens her silken gown and drops it on the floor. Her completely hairless body is coloured in pure gold, her swelling pubic decorated with a painted lotus flower, and to my biggest surprise: her little golden toes are slightly webbed!
She takes me by the hand and leads me out on a nice balcony, and standing on the balustrade she shows me the huge underground lake, deep beneath the bedrock of the Nile. The whole scenery is bathed in a surreal green light that may benefit the growth of seaweed for food. On the water are people busy in boats, farming fish and harvesting plants, and on its shore prospers a big city, called Gigal, as she tells me. Then she gets serious and looks at me: »Your destiny is to free your people from their oppressors. The future is no enigma to me - history always repeats! Sadly, because you're the daughter of a murderer and cheat of common blood you inherited the infertility to bear a heir, but I will send you a son of noble descent. Educate him well, so he will be able to attend to your duties when you get weary!«
Then she laughs at me and says: »Now, you better go, you have no time to lose! But do come back, when your task is done, to receive your reward!« She puts her warm hands on my shoulders to charge me with her energy, and I feel so much love, that I could jump at her for a tender hug! She fills me completely up with that warm energy that may be the reason of her eternal youth. And, only just to look at her radiating beauty becomes suddenly so unbearable that I have to close my eyes in humbleness.*
*(As her latest reincarnation I must humbly confess to my readers, that I have similar dreams from time to time as well, in which I get so ultimately aroused, that I could explode, not really just by simple sexual attraction, more by the overwhelming sensation of the powerful love-energy that floods my whole body at once!)
And I don't get a second chance, then as I open them again, all I can see is the Milky Way above me in the night, and I can feel the ants gathering up the sweet nectar of my arousing dream from my excited flower. But I got the message: No time to lose! The moon is my guide as I run through the night into another splendid sunrise. The dream has refreshed me and the love for my people drives me on. Under an outcrop of rocks I find some of the plants that look like stones but can be chewed to extract the juice from their moist flesh.
By midday the desert heat slows me down again, and suddenly I hear the beat of a drum behind me. As I turn around I see a rider on a fast donkey approaching me. I never saw a horse before, but I know instantly, that it must be one of those speeding b**sts, faster than the wind! I start a desperate run but there is no way to escape. As the b**st is next to me I can see the Arab in its back drawing an arrow on his bow. I speed away in a sharp angle and hope, that the warrior wouldn't waste an arrow on a precious prey like me - and I am right!
He jumps from his high seat and sets, flapping like a huge black bat after me on foot, and that now is a much more equal match. For a heated while we play the cat and mouse game together, until unfortunately I lose my footing and he catches me by the ankle. I fall head-first into the sand and he topples nose-first into the crack between my buttocks. I get sand into my mouth and spit, completely aware of how inviting my bottom must stick up in the air. Would he take me like a dog from behind - no, by twisting my feet he turns me over, the savage likes to **** me conventionally from the front!
Heavily breathing he stares with wide dark eyes at my heaving bosom and my stark naked flower, his big black turban in a funny tilt! And here they come, his two strong hands, to open me up for his personal pleasure, but they only wipe the sand from my trembling belly. I try to be angry with him, but I can only feel love for the dark stranger.
»Wyralla!«, he exclaims again and again, what I know today means Highness in his Arabian language. He stands up and pulls me to my feet. He grins apologetically at me as he brushes the sand from the lovely swells of my body. Then he whistles, and the magic a****l stands close and ready by his side. Its majestic head sits proud on the long bow of its slender neck and its noble nut-brown pelt shines in the sunlight like the finest silk.
The dark Arab puts the little blue hat back onto my head and gives my a deep sip of sweet palm wine from his goat-skin. Then he lifts me as easy onto the high back of the horse as I would be a feather, but careful not to touch me in forbidden locations. And with an elegant jump he sits right behind me and drives the horse forwards into a racing sprint.
We are flying together like a bird over the hot desert ground and the hawk experiences considerable hardship to follow our speedy ride. Fine, I think, and I sink back against his broad chest as his fingers tickle the tiny tattoo on my belly. The man emanates an arousing smell combined of musky manhood and sweet horse sweat. But my poor flower is rubbing constantly over the rough riding mat and oozes soon a sticky mess. My mysterious captor doesn't speak to me, he just watches my dancing titties over my shoulder. How I wish, he would caress me, he would take me with passion, but he just rides on.
My excitement only increases as his hand slowly glides down, deeper into my groin, surely helped on by gravity, towards my frustrated flower. But my gentleman reverses its obvious indecent course just before he gets a sticky fingertip. I'm upset because know, that he wants me, then his desire sticks already like a bone into the small of my back and I massage it distinctively encouraging with my pointy little bum.
After a long hour of constant arousal with no end in sight we stop to drink more wine. I'm not used to the strain of riding and my bottom glows ember-red from the relentless friction, I can well imagine. Tired I sink onto the hairy neck of the steaming horse and gently I pat both sides of its neck. It turns its head to look at me, snorts and nods, as it would know me already for a long time. And I don't care about my shameless display, as I let my passive captor ponder both glistening portals of my lusty soul. I'm just imagining the delightful pleasure of making love on a horse back - the natural a****l rhythm would be just so delicious to enjoy! My mouth waters already from the sensual prospects as finally he grabs me by the hips! He pulls me up and spurs his horse in a pounding stride again!
After another hour of the arousing rhythmical titillation we reach a small green oasis, where about a dozen tents stand in a circle around the well. Palm trees spend shade and a flock of goats graze on the juicy grass. In front of one of the tents waits a tall man with a long white beard for us, and as he greets me with a friendly smile, a hawk spirals out of the sky and lands on a leather patch on the sleeve of his out-stretched arm.
»Welcome, beautiful Daughter of Horus!«, he beams and bows, »Blessed be the day you decide to take up my hospitality!«, and with a wink to his bird: »I hope, Hrk didn't bother you, Princess, but somehow we had to find out your whereabouts!« He catches me by the hips as I glide from the horse. »Thank you, Massimo - to bring me a guest is to bring me joy!«, he dismisses my captor, opens his tent and humbles me inside.
The tent is cool and laid out with fine carpets and puffy pillows. The man wears a big white turban and a long floating robe. He introduces himself as Lord Adulla and explains: »I was expecting you, Wyralla - the stars were telling me! I know about your mission and the urgency that accompanies it. I like to live in peace, but without a peaceful ruler in the valley of the Nile that cannot be! Tomorrow Massimo will bring you further south to Nubia, where your ally and my friend Tanunda is willing to help you on. I bid my condolences for your father the Pharaoh, but the already frail sparkle of his star extinguished last night.«
»Thank you, Lord Adulla, for your hospitality and your help - how could I ever repay your kindness? I'm ashamed, then the only thing that I brought with me that is my body, but I will offer you all I have - would you like to take pleasure from me?«, so I talk about as I blush like a virgin, in the hope to quench the looming desire between my legs as soon as possible.
»No no, you're too beautiful and too generous, dear Princess, I am not worthy enough to take your body other than with my eyes. If I were thirty years younger I would accept your gentle invitation without hesitation - you sure possess all the supple charms that can make a man happy! But I had my fair share of women in my life - in my age I seek my pleasure with the boys!«, he chuckles and ads a bit more thoughtfully: »The long ride must have surely awakened your senses - would you like a man or a woman to rest with for the night?« But without even waiting for my answer he claps his hands, and a woman instantly materialises - like a ghost out of a bottle. »My daughter Zuleida will be your servant, she will provide everything you desire!«, he chuckles again and his belly wobbles joyfully under the wide robe of his.
Zuleida leads me into her tent and I follow her swinging buttocks like hypnotised. She wears bulging purple pantaloons low on her hips that flow softly about her hidden treasures, a cute embroidered bra and a golden chain around her plump belly, decorated with golden bells, that create a lovely tune with every step she takes.
»I'm not his daughter, I'm his slave!«, she reveals to me in her purring voice, »but he never hurts me, and he watches over me like a real father! He is a good man, and I enjoy it to let him have his little pleasures!« Her honest eyes are like almonds and her smiling lips like molten ruby. Her body is shaped like an elegant vase and her skin displays the calm colour of the ever wandering dunes. She claps her hands, and a little cute boy brings a bowl of warm water. His dark eyes grow huge as they scan my body with unhidden interest.
»Oh, how beautiful you are!«, Zuleida exclaims, as she washes the dust of the desert out of the folds of my skin. »Oh, what a pretty frog you own!«, she sighs, as she softly cleans my naked flower with a scented towel. The boy is still staring, and something else grows huge behind his little hands!
»Come, and show us what you're hiding there, sweet Tarquin!«, Zuleida teases him sisterly, the boy only blushes and dashes out of the tent. We laugh and hug each other, and that feels good! But I just wonder about the bulge in her own pants. But she just claps again, and the cute boy runs in with a smoking brazier. Zuleida makes me squatting over it, not to dry my perfumed flower, no: to smoke my oyster over the fragrant fumes of the finest incense of Punt - what a fascinating erotic practice! Then she sends the big-eyed boy away.
She tells me, that she comes from the island of Crete, but her mother is from Egypt - that's why she learned the language from her! She was growing up like a boy and her father was disgusted when she started to grow breasts. And, clandestine he sold her one night to some Phoenician pirates. She giggles as she beds me onto the soft cushions on the carpets to rest comfortably. She feeds me sweet honey-dates and fresh goat-cheese, deliciously rapped in pickled wine-leaves, as she gently explores my whole body with her fingers.
The captain, Arron, she says, was such a most handsome man, that she got horny for the first time in her life and couldn't hide the embarrassing state of arousal from him very long. She was ashamed to be completely undressed by him, she found it disgusting to be man-handled by him in the most secret places, and she was seemingly deeply shocked about the unexpected intensity and expression of her first orgasm!
Arron liked to show her off to his crew, and they all had to touch her, worried, her unique physical adornment could be just a fake! And they totally exhausted her juices, but it was fun for her! And also her new master Adulla likes to fondle her toy and squeeze the pendants with joy. He would say when nibbling the pink plum with his teeth, that a daily ratio of sour cream keeps him healthy and would strengthen his virility, but that wasn't really true!
I can hardly make sense out of her words but linger under her prevailing tenderness like a baby. I feel at home here and I really like this beautiful woman. Her sensual massage warms my heart and the alluring tales make me wanton. And her curious fingers in my crotch make me spread my legs further apart.
»Don't detest me, Princess! I may be attributed like a man, but in my heart I'm a woman like you!«, she whispers as she looks deep into my eyes. And then suddenly her lips meet mine, what I thought an unhygienical act to be! But our wet tongues made already their exciting contact and were by now playfully mating like two sand pythons in the heat! I heard about the kiss of the muse but couldn't imagine the intimate sensation of the deed.
Zuleida showers the points of my breasts with a down-pour of kisses and licks my little belly-button inside-out. Then her hot breath fans my frog and her head dives between my thighs for a long lusting kiss. I'm rocked by all the new sensations, as she already sucks my juices with embarrassing noise and nibbles the tender flesh of my smoked oyster with her teeth - more shocked but by the realisation, that Lord Adulla silently had entered the tent and was sitting now quiet on a chair to enjoy the unfolding love-play!
He smiles at me with many meanings and snaps his fingers. This seems to be the sign for Zuleika to undress. Her wonderful rounded breasts are tipped with huge hazelnuts, and as she drops her pantaloons I get the explanation of my wondering: Her wiry pubic brush is lush and dense, but to my utter surprise: a neat little copy of Tarsis' exquisite one-eyed love-snake stands proudly erected out of it and smiles at me!
Completely naked the sultry Zuleida moves between my legs and lies on top of me like a man - and then she takes me like a man! She seems to enjoy my warmth and tightness immensely and it seems to drive her wild. Our tongues wrestle with each other like leeches, our teeth click against each other in the frenzy and her warm saliva excitingly mixes with the mine. Our hard nipples play with each other teasing games and our sweaty bellies slap noisily together under her ever quickening thrusts.
Heaven already crumbles and collapses over me as the breathless Zuleika excitingly whispers in my ear: »It's so good to be with a woman - you are the first one for me, lovely Princess!« And as all her bells are ringing she spends her love in shuddering convultions, and together we ride down the steep path and over the edge of the bottomless valley into blissful oblivion . . .
I watch two pale sand pythons at their mating dance in awe. It is totally astonishing how much tenderness those a****ls can exchange without any limbs at all! A yellow desert fox passes me with such an incredible speed that he hardly casts a fleeting shadow on the hot sand. A dung beetle rolls his golden fortune in front of him to bury it at a convenient and save place - a funny metaphor for the habits of the pharaohs - I have to laugh aloud!
As the sun climbs the zenith of his daily travel the heat grows nearly unbearable, but every tiny shady spot is already occupied by a scorpion or a viper, who is waiting for an easy lunch. For a cool while I can run under a little cloud that appears first like an eagle, then transforms from a dog into a mouse and disappears like a fly. But the hawk is still following me high in the sky!
I have to find some water, that's why I keep close to the caravan route. But I can't risk to be discovered by any more slave traders and have to be careful. As I see a camel caravan approach from far and there is nowhere to hide, I bury myself as quick as a desert mole in the hot sand for a while, before I follow on my fast escape for destiny. The sand gets softer and hotter under my sore feet and I wish for nothing more than a puddle of water to cool my burning toes. A glimmering heat mirage decorates the horizon with upside-down palms and a luscious blue pond to tease me even further! How I would enjoy a clean drink and a good bath! But a huge wall of dark-grey clouds is growing higher and higher behind me as the afternoon is finally cooling down a bit. Swirly gusts of hot wind throws the sand in the air and me on the ground. Like a monkey I cower with my back against the storm and cover my face from the thousand needles that prick my skin. Soon it is as dark as in a grave, the howling noise of the onslaught sounds like the infernal chaos of a battle between the gods and I lose every sense of time. Then the sand gives in under me, and I slide down a steep slope on my bare bottom.
As the storm subsides and the sun comes through for the last time I find myself in a dip, and to my utter surprise: on a cool marble floor. Stumps of columns indicate the ruins of an ancient temple, freed only momentarily by the wind, but in a couple of days for sure covered again by the restless sand of time. In the middle of the square platform stood the worshipped god on a pedestal of white sand-stone, but only the feet are left over from the surely lovely statue - and the tiny toes seem to be webbed, just like mine! It must have been the memorial of Phibias, a pre-dynestial love-goddess, sometimes portrayed with the head of a frog with a crown!
Leaning exhausted against the pedestal I try to relax. The soaring heat of the day made me dizzy and starts to play tricks on my imagination. And I get a horrible fright as I suddenly stand in front of a huge desert lion, as big as a whole temple, that bars my way. Already his paws are five times as high as I am and he wears the proud head of a pharaoh. And in his side there is a solid door that attracts my attention. A bald young priest opens after my knocking and begs me in. Steep steps lead us deep down into the belly of the b**st and into a vast tunnel system, where I surely would get lost without my guide.
We arrive in the reception hall, that is lit by large crystalline balls set in the walls and ceiling and spread a magic blueish light. I get welcomed by two other young priests and have to undergo the ceremonial cleansing with scented water and aromatic oils. That tickles and is heaps of fun, then those priests are all so young and cute, and their light short skirts stand out in funny angles in the front as they wash my dusty beauty! How I would like to strip them both for pleasure and to worship their erected admirations, but I don't know if that would be very decent here, so instead I just ask them: »Who is your king?« And they answer: »She that loves forever!« That sounds nice, so I beg the cute little boys: »When can I see She that loves forever?« They answer: »She is awaiting you, Princess!«
On our way through the maze far under the sand we are passing whole temples and huge libraries, secured by heavy automatic sliding doors and guarded by robots in form of ugly ogres in golden armours. Thousands of scrolls contain the whole secret ancient wisdom, and the walls are inscribed with the long history of Egypt from the humble beginnings. And in the end two scribe are already working on the story of my father.
Then we enter the living quarters, most exquisitely furnished and decorated, and complete with the most modern amenities. The cute little priests leave me alone and then I see her! And She isn't at all, how I would have the Queen of the underworld expected to be! She is guarding the ancient knowledge since a thousand years but looks just like a young woman to me. She is dressed in a long glittering gown, seemingly woven from delicate spider web, and a most beautiful blue wig that frames her extremely lovely face. Her eyes are so deep and bright like windows to the upper world and her friendly smile is mesmerising. The attraction is so enormous that I get aroused, and suddenly I feel ashamed to stand so utterly naked before her and I shiver.
»I was waiting for you, Sésostris, have no fear!«, she says and her voice sounds like a myriad of shells chiming in the morning breeze. Without inhibition she opens her silken gown and drops it on the floor. Her completely hairless body is coloured in pure gold, her swelling pubic decorated with a painted lotus flower, and to my biggest surprise: her little golden toes are slightly webbed!
She takes me by the hand and leads me out on a nice balcony, and standing on the balustrade she shows me the huge underground lake, deep beneath the bedrock of the Nile. The whole scenery is bathed in a surreal green light that may benefit the growth of seaweed for food. On the water are people busy in boats, farming fish and harvesting plants, and on its shore prospers a big city, called Gigal, as she tells me. Then she gets serious and looks at me: »Your destiny is to free your people from their oppressors. The future is no enigma to me - history always repeats! Sadly, because you're the daughter of a murderer and cheat of common blood you inherited the infertility to bear a heir, but I will send you a son of noble descent. Educate him well, so he will be able to attend to your duties when you get weary!«
Then she laughs at me and says: »Now, you better go, you have no time to lose! But do come back, when your task is done, to receive your reward!« She puts her warm hands on my shoulders to charge me with her energy, and I feel so much love, that I could jump at her for a tender hug! She fills me completely up with that warm energy that may be the reason of her eternal youth. And, only just to look at her radiating beauty becomes suddenly so unbearable that I have to close my eyes in humbleness.*
*(As her latest reincarnation I must humbly confess to my readers, that I have similar dreams from time to time as well, in which I get so ultimately aroused, that I could explode, not really just by simple sexual attraction, more by the overwhelming sensation of the powerful love-energy that floods my whole body at once!)
And I don't get a second chance, then as I open them again, all I can see is the Milky Way above me in the night, and I can feel the ants gathering up the sweet nectar of my arousing dream from my excited flower. But I got the message: No time to lose! The moon is my guide as I run through the night into another splendid sunrise. The dream has refreshed me and the love for my people drives me on. Under an outcrop of rocks I find some of the plants that look like stones but can be chewed to extract the juice from their moist flesh.
By midday the desert heat slows me down again, and suddenly I hear the beat of a drum behind me. As I turn around I see a rider on a fast donkey approaching me. I never saw a horse before, but I know instantly, that it must be one of those speeding b**sts, faster than the wind! I start a desperate run but there is no way to escape. As the b**st is next to me I can see the Arab in its back drawing an arrow on his bow. I speed away in a sharp angle and hope, that the warrior wouldn't waste an arrow on a precious prey like me - and I am right!
He jumps from his high seat and sets, flapping like a huge black bat after me on foot, and that now is a much more equal match. For a heated while we play the cat and mouse game together, until unfortunately I lose my footing and he catches me by the ankle. I fall head-first into the sand and he topples nose-first into the crack between my buttocks. I get sand into my mouth and spit, completely aware of how inviting my bottom must stick up in the air. Would he take me like a dog from behind - no, by twisting my feet he turns me over, the savage likes to **** me conventionally from the front!
Heavily breathing he stares with wide dark eyes at my heaving bosom and my stark naked flower, his big black turban in a funny tilt! And here they come, his two strong hands, to open me up for his personal pleasure, but they only wipe the sand from my trembling belly. I try to be angry with him, but I can only feel love for the dark stranger.
»Wyralla!«, he exclaims again and again, what I know today means Highness in his Arabian language. He stands up and pulls me to my feet. He grins apologetically at me as he brushes the sand from the lovely swells of my body. Then he whistles, and the magic a****l stands close and ready by his side. Its majestic head sits proud on the long bow of its slender neck and its noble nut-brown pelt shines in the sunlight like the finest silk.
The dark Arab puts the little blue hat back onto my head and gives my a deep sip of sweet palm wine from his goat-skin. Then he lifts me as easy onto the high back of the horse as I would be a feather, but careful not to touch me in forbidden locations. And with an elegant jump he sits right behind me and drives the horse forwards into a racing sprint.
We are flying together like a bird over the hot desert ground and the hawk experiences considerable hardship to follow our speedy ride. Fine, I think, and I sink back against his broad chest as his fingers tickle the tiny tattoo on my belly. The man emanates an arousing smell combined of musky manhood and sweet horse sweat. But my poor flower is rubbing constantly over the rough riding mat and oozes soon a sticky mess. My mysterious captor doesn't speak to me, he just watches my dancing titties over my shoulder. How I wish, he would caress me, he would take me with passion, but he just rides on.
My excitement only increases as his hand slowly glides down, deeper into my groin, surely helped on by gravity, towards my frustrated flower. But my gentleman reverses its obvious indecent course just before he gets a sticky fingertip. I'm upset because know, that he wants me, then his desire sticks already like a bone into the small of my back and I massage it distinctively encouraging with my pointy little bum.
After a long hour of constant arousal with no end in sight we stop to drink more wine. I'm not used to the strain of riding and my bottom glows ember-red from the relentless friction, I can well imagine. Tired I sink onto the hairy neck of the steaming horse and gently I pat both sides of its neck. It turns its head to look at me, snorts and nods, as it would know me already for a long time. And I don't care about my shameless display, as I let my passive captor ponder both glistening portals of my lusty soul. I'm just imagining the delightful pleasure of making love on a horse back - the natural a****l rhythm would be just so delicious to enjoy! My mouth waters already from the sensual prospects as finally he grabs me by the hips! He pulls me up and spurs his horse in a pounding stride again!
After another hour of the arousing rhythmical titillation we reach a small green oasis, where about a dozen tents stand in a circle around the well. Palm trees spend shade and a flock of goats graze on the juicy grass. In front of one of the tents waits a tall man with a long white beard for us, and as he greets me with a friendly smile, a hawk spirals out of the sky and lands on a leather patch on the sleeve of his out-stretched arm.
»Welcome, beautiful Daughter of Horus!«, he beams and bows, »Blessed be the day you decide to take up my hospitality!«, and with a wink to his bird: »I hope, Hrk didn't bother you, Princess, but somehow we had to find out your whereabouts!« He catches me by the hips as I glide from the horse. »Thank you, Massimo - to bring me a guest is to bring me joy!«, he dismisses my captor, opens his tent and humbles me inside.
The tent is cool and laid out with fine carpets and puffy pillows. The man wears a big white turban and a long floating robe. He introduces himself as Lord Adulla and explains: »I was expecting you, Wyralla - the stars were telling me! I know about your mission and the urgency that accompanies it. I like to live in peace, but without a peaceful ruler in the valley of the Nile that cannot be! Tomorrow Massimo will bring you further south to Nubia, where your ally and my friend Tanunda is willing to help you on. I bid my condolences for your father the Pharaoh, but the already frail sparkle of his star extinguished last night.«
»Thank you, Lord Adulla, for your hospitality and your help - how could I ever repay your kindness? I'm ashamed, then the only thing that I brought with me that is my body, but I will offer you all I have - would you like to take pleasure from me?«, so I talk about as I blush like a virgin, in the hope to quench the looming desire between my legs as soon as possible.
»No no, you're too beautiful and too generous, dear Princess, I am not worthy enough to take your body other than with my eyes. If I were thirty years younger I would accept your gentle invitation without hesitation - you sure possess all the supple charms that can make a man happy! But I had my fair share of women in my life - in my age I seek my pleasure with the boys!«, he chuckles and ads a bit more thoughtfully: »The long ride must have surely awakened your senses - would you like a man or a woman to rest with for the night?« But without even waiting for my answer he claps his hands, and a woman instantly materialises - like a ghost out of a bottle. »My daughter Zuleida will be your servant, she will provide everything you desire!«, he chuckles again and his belly wobbles joyfully under the wide robe of his.
Zuleida leads me into her tent and I follow her swinging buttocks like hypnotised. She wears bulging purple pantaloons low on her hips that flow softly about her hidden treasures, a cute embroidered bra and a golden chain around her plump belly, decorated with golden bells, that create a lovely tune with every step she takes.
»I'm not his daughter, I'm his slave!«, she reveals to me in her purring voice, »but he never hurts me, and he watches over me like a real father! He is a good man, and I enjoy it to let him have his little pleasures!« Her honest eyes are like almonds and her smiling lips like molten ruby. Her body is shaped like an elegant vase and her skin displays the calm colour of the ever wandering dunes. She claps her hands, and a little cute boy brings a bowl of warm water. His dark eyes grow huge as they scan my body with unhidden interest.
»Oh, how beautiful you are!«, Zuleida exclaims, as she washes the dust of the desert out of the folds of my skin. »Oh, what a pretty frog you own!«, she sighs, as she softly cleans my naked flower with a scented towel. The boy is still staring, and something else grows huge behind his little hands!
»Come, and show us what you're hiding there, sweet Tarquin!«, Zuleida teases him sisterly, the boy only blushes and dashes out of the tent. We laugh and hug each other, and that feels good! But I just wonder about the bulge in her own pants. But she just claps again, and the cute boy runs in with a smoking brazier. Zuleida makes me squatting over it, not to dry my perfumed flower, no: to smoke my oyster over the fragrant fumes of the finest incense of Punt - what a fascinating erotic practice! Then she sends the big-eyed boy away.
She tells me, that she comes from the island of Crete, but her mother is from Egypt - that's why she learned the language from her! She was growing up like a boy and her father was disgusted when she started to grow breasts. And, clandestine he sold her one night to some Phoenician pirates. She giggles as she beds me onto the soft cushions on the carpets to rest comfortably. She feeds me sweet honey-dates and fresh goat-cheese, deliciously rapped in pickled wine-leaves, as she gently explores my whole body with her fingers.
The captain, Arron, she says, was such a most handsome man, that she got horny for the first time in her life and couldn't hide the embarrassing state of arousal from him very long. She was ashamed to be completely undressed by him, she found it disgusting to be man-handled by him in the most secret places, and she was seemingly deeply shocked about the unexpected intensity and expression of her first orgasm!
Arron liked to show her off to his crew, and they all had to touch her, worried, her unique physical adornment could be just a fake! And they totally exhausted her juices, but it was fun for her! And also her new master Adulla likes to fondle her toy and squeeze the pendants with joy. He would say when nibbling the pink plum with his teeth, that a daily ratio of sour cream keeps him healthy and would strengthen his virility, but that wasn't really true!
I can hardly make sense out of her words but linger under her prevailing tenderness like a baby. I feel at home here and I really like this beautiful woman. Her sensual massage warms my heart and the alluring tales make me wanton. And her curious fingers in my crotch make me spread my legs further apart.
»Don't detest me, Princess! I may be attributed like a man, but in my heart I'm a woman like you!«, she whispers as she looks deep into my eyes. And then suddenly her lips meet mine, what I thought an unhygienical act to be! But our wet tongues made already their exciting contact and were by now playfully mating like two sand pythons in the heat! I heard about the kiss of the muse but couldn't imagine the intimate sensation of the deed.
Zuleida showers the points of my breasts with a down-pour of kisses and licks my little belly-button inside-out. Then her hot breath fans my frog and her head dives between my thighs for a long lusting kiss. I'm rocked by all the new sensations, as she already sucks my juices with embarrassing noise and nibbles the tender flesh of my smoked oyster with her teeth - more shocked but by the realisation, that Lord Adulla silently had entered the tent and was sitting now quiet on a chair to enjoy the unfolding love-play!
He smiles at me with many meanings and snaps his fingers. This seems to be the sign for Zuleika to undress. Her wonderful rounded breasts are tipped with huge hazelnuts, and as she drops her pantaloons I get the explanation of my wondering: Her wiry pubic brush is lush and dense, but to my utter surprise: a neat little copy of Tarsis' exquisite one-eyed love-snake stands proudly erected out of it and smiles at me!
Completely naked the sultry Zuleida moves between my legs and lies on top of me like a man - and then she takes me like a man! She seems to enjoy my warmth and tightness immensely and it seems to drive her wild. Our tongues wrestle with each other like leeches, our teeth click against each other in the frenzy and her warm saliva excitingly mixes with the mine. Our hard nipples play with each other teasing games and our sweaty bellies slap noisily together under her ever quickening thrusts.
Heaven already crumbles and collapses over me as the breathless Zuleika excitingly whispers in my ear: »It's so good to be with a woman - you are the first one for me, lovely Princess!« And as all her bells are ringing she spends her love in shuddering convultions, and together we ride down the steep path and over the edge of the bottomless valley into blissful oblivion . . .
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