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Everything is a production when you are Pharaoh, Atem thought as he and his High Priest Seth finally left the palace grounds. A chariot before them carried a harold. The one behind them held an archer. Seth personally drove Atem's chariot. It was as close to ‘a trip to the market alone’ as they could come.Gone were the days of their boyhood when the cousins could escape the palace walls dressed only in shendyts, and frolic like the youths they appeared to be.No. Now even in the hottest hours of the day, Atem wore ornate sandals and jeweled collars and the heavy crown of upper and lower Egypt. Seth wore a full length, belted robe and carried his rod of power wherever he went.Atem sighed. At least naked, he could escape his office. Seth's rank as High Priest of Set was branded into his rod by the very staff he carried.“Impatience does not become you, my liege,” Seth commented.The handsome Priest could afford distraction. The procession walked the wide city street, the horses needed no guidance to avoid the people bowing as they slowly passed.“It is more suited to you, Cousin,” he teased back.Seth looked coyly over his shoulder. “Everything suits me. My liege.”There was truth to that. Seth was a beauty unmatched, surpassing even high-borne Omega courtesans. He was tall and slender, but with a softness that made him pleasing to the eye and touch. His hair - before the priesthood stole it - was the color of Nile and as soft as cat's fur. His eyes were the deep blue of the skies just before dawn. Had he not been called by Set, Atem would have gladly welcomed him as a consort.But perhaps not. It would not suit for a consort to outshine the Pharaoh. Especially an Alpha Pharaoh such as Atem.Not that he was without his own charms. He was fit and broad shouldered. His voice was uncommonly deep and his height - though not towering - was sufficient to give him presence. The feature that gave one pause, however, was his eyes; red as rubies and shaped as the Orient. Below them was an elegant nose and full lips. Atem rarely felt he was not his cousin's match.He was taken from his thoughts by Seth abruptly leaping from the chariot.“Cousin!”There was no immediate danger - the horses hardly moved from one step to the next as it was. Only the suddenness of the movement caused any concern.But Seth said nothing as he strode to a group of youths near a fruit cart. People along the path hurried out of the Priest's way but the targets did not seem to see him until he was upon them.Atem heard the shrieks of surprise from the group. Several people scattered and he realized they were children.Then Seth stepped aside and revealed a girl. A woman. Seth gestured and the woman, head hanging low, moved towards the chariot. The only clear thing Atem could see about her was that she was filthy everywhere - except for her hair - which was shoulder length and gleamed, blinding in the sun. It was as white as the clouds above.Seth pushed her onto the chariot at Atem's feet. With the three of them aboard, the vehicle was tight. Unsafe. And yet Seth with no hesitation rallied the horses to turn and gallop back to the palace, leaving their escort to catch up.“Shopping or stealing, Cousin?”“Patience, my liege,” he replied, focused. At the pace set, it was not was not a long journey.Atem looked towards his feet at the terrified woman trying not to fly off to her death. She was much younger than her hair led him to believe. “What is your name?”“Ki-Kisara, sire.” She muffled a shriek, and held on for dear life when Seth made a sharp turn. Then released, aghast, when she realized she had grabbed her Pharaoh's legs.Seth yanked the horses to a stop and Atem grabbed Kisara by the elbow to prevent her from falling.“Now, Cousin?”“No.” He pulled the woman away. “Come.”“Cousin,” Atem implored. “SETH,” he demanded when the priest ignored him.Seth whirled around, huffing. “I cannot, my liege, give answers I do not yet know myself. Great Set gave me a vision, and somehow this rag is part of it. Although, frankly, I see not how.” He frowned distastefully at her.Atem looked at Kisara. A tattered brown shendyt - tied, not even belted - was covered in as much dust as the rest of her. Her breasts hung freely and were just large enough to proclaim her a ‘she’.Her hair, however, was truly remarkable. It was pure white, whiter than the purest linen. Whiter than milk or bone. There was no dust or sand in it and even at a glance it was clearly free of lice, which should be impossible. Atem lifted her chin. Her eyes were gray. Silver.Seth pulled his hand away. “It has not been purified. Do not touch it until it has at least been bathed.”Atem shrugged. “Very well. What of your desire to go to the market?”Seth looked confused.“The reason we left the palace at all this morning? You were grousing about fertility rites.”“I…needed…silver….” He looked at Kisara. Then at Atem. “She must be purified and then consecrated.”“To Ra or to Isis?”“We shall see, sire. Come to the temple at the sixth hour.” Seth grabbed the girl's arm and virtually dragged her away.~~Seth saw the reflection of the peasant beside him in the waters of Great Set. The image was clear. A woman. A young one. And yet to his physical eyes, her form kept shifting.A woman. A child. A faceless monstrous version of Apep, the serpent God. A silhouette of light.He knew two constants.Great Set had guided him to her. From the window of his chambers he'd seen her glow before Ra rose above the desert. And even after, her glow had somehow stood out amid His great light.Seth also knew that she was impossible. Why? He had yet to learn. What should be done with her was also yet to be seen.Great Set dragged him out of bed, caused him to wake Atem, and pushed them both to the city when the markets opened to find this dirty, nameless peasant at a time when Seth should have been preparing for the annual Fertility Rites. The flooding of the Nile basin was the most important occurrence of the year and the omens this year foretold low waters.Was she a key to solving that or a distraction from it? Great Set was God of Chaos, and likely to send either. Or both.“My lord,” she said hesitantly.He pushed her onto the water.She screamed, but he was not concerned. The pool was not deep. But this oasis was unlike any other in the kingdom - the water within it was ocean brine. Seth removed his own robe and stepped in. The water at first was only ankle deep but a few underwater stairs brought it to his hip. Her waist. She was coughing but recovering from her surprise and fear.“Stand up,” he instructed. “Do not speak,” he added when she opened her mouth. He ripped away the ragged cloth that barely covered her.Years of the royal court kept his face impassive, but internally he marveled. She was not albino and yet she was paler than any Roman. She lacked the softness of an Omega and yet she did not seem to be Beta as most of the peasantry was. She could not be Alpha. Female Alphas existed in principle, but in practice, the last known was King Hatshepsut, and not even her daughter retained the trait.The waters of Great Set had swept away the peasant’s annoying form shifting but she retained the glow which marked her.Good. She was chosen. Now he simply had to determine for what purpose.He bathed her himself, not trusting the acolytes to do it properly.Her skin was rough but under his ministrations, made soft and smooth. Her hair lost its coarse texture. Her face beneath the grime was handsome. Her form was pleasing, he found. And, slowly, he found she seemed pleased by his touch.Her gently sloped shoulders relaxed as he caressed them. Her breasts shuddered as his touch moved under, over and between the soft flesh. She made no attempt to stop him from squeezing the warm globes of her seat. She spread her thick thighs and allowed him to stroke her nether lips.She gasped as his fingers slipped between those lips and stroked, finding another kind of moisture there. Tender and slick but with a firm center that grew harder as he stroked.“M-”“Silence!”Her breathing sped up. He struggled not to grin as she struggled to stand. He pushed two fingers inside her depths and she inhaled sharply. He did not pause but instead thrust his fingers rapidly inside her. Her eyes fell shut.“Look at me, peasant,” he snapped. “Slave!”She struggled but opened her eyes.Seth felt his own lust rise. But more, he felt his own internal waters flow. A shame, he thought, that Set's chosen vessel was not male. Not that that could not be overcome. Only that, with the Fertility Rites at the next full moon, he did not have the luxury of pleasing himself. All lust must be in service of the Nile and next season's crops.But yes, this creature was part of the puzzle. A sacrifice? He hoped not as she fought to stay upright and look at him even as her legs shook.Her inner walls throbbed.Seth pulled his hand away, giving it a shake under the water to remove her juices. The woman cried out and doubled over.“Stand up!” He smirked as she tried to comply. “Acceptable,” he decreed. He clapped his hands twice, summoning a pair of acolytes. “Shave her body but leave her head untouched. Send to the palace for a handmaid to braid her hair. Anoint her with lotus. See that she is ready for Pharaoh before sunset.”He stepped out of the pool to ready himself.When Ra was beside the Pyramid of Khufu, Seth went to the throne room and dismissed the courtiers waiting to see the Pharaoh.“Have I no kingdom to run, High Priest?” Atem scowled as Seth stood before him.“You have more important duties to the nation, great Pharaoh.” Seth sat on his lap, keenly aware of the thin layers of cloth separating their manhoods. “I must be released of Set in order to serve Wadj-Wer in the coming ritual.”He raised his hips and lifted his robe to display his shaft which was already stiffening. The cartouche of Great Set - branded into his manhood when he dedicated his life to his God - grew, revealing the winged cobra of Wadj-Wer tattooed beside it.Pharaoh looked at the swelling flesh and smirked. “What has this to do with me?”“You, my liege, must release me.” Seth pressed his hardness against Atem's abdomen. “You are the highest of all High Priests. You are Ra on earth, my liege. Only you can purify me.”He rubbed his shaft against his cousin as he moved the Pharaoh's shendyt and revealed a rising phallus. He took hold of it and pierced himself shallowly.“You must release my seed, but not fill me with your own.”Atem growled.“Fear not, my king. I will guide us.”~~The air smelled of jasmine. Her tongue tasted of sweet wine. The dress she wore was of the softest, lightest cotton she’d ever felt. The necklace, bracelets and anklets were expensive glass beads with golden amulets of Isis. Around her was a garden of lush green and fragrant plants with a pool and terrace that opened to the darkening sky and overlooked the city.Was she dreaming?The pool was not a dream. The water was cool when she dipped her hand in it. The food was not a dream. She had only taken a few figs until the woman who braided her hair insisted that she eat, and forced her to have more than just fruit. The meat had been succulent, the roots tangy, the bread sweet.Certainly, the High Priest's hand had been no dream. She could never imagine being touched in such a way and had never felt such…Such…Pleasure?Was it pleasure that felt like burning and freezing at the same time? That brought a terror that she longed to feel again? That made her feel as if her mind was expanding while her body was contracting down to only the spots his fingers touched?And why had he touched her so? Did he desire her? That would be a first. Her strange eyes and hair had won her no suitors. Indeed, most men had thought her marked by the Gods rather than blessed by them. None she knew took their pleasure from her as the Priest had.The man himself was no pleasure. Like the Gods themselves he was handsome but cold.Pharaoh was warm. Pharaoh had smiled. It would absolutely be pleasing if Pharaoh's hand were to caress that most private place of hers as the Priest had.There was a rustling, then they entered together, Pharaoh and the High Priest.“Ah, Kisara.” Pharaoh's warm, rich voice called her name. “The Gods do bury treasure in the desert sands.” He lifted her chin, smiling again. “Beauty is revealed in Ra's light.”“I prefer to think that Great Set wishes us to never assume we know what is trash and what is treasure. Or where to find either.” He, too, studied her. “She is not without some charm, though.”“Can you tell me now why you have kidnapped this woman, Cousin?”“No, but I can tell you what I suspect. The waters are low this year. Since the rains were plentiful last season, this means that the Gods need a sacrifice - not of blood, but of seed.”“Ah.” Pharaoh seemed to understand, but Kisara did not.“Forgive me,” she said, hanging her head, “I have no seed to offer the Gods. I am but a poor -”“Of course not,” the Priest scoffed. “It is simple. The seasonal floods and fertility rites are the work of the Gods, understood through science. Alphas give seed to Omegas who are soil for new life. So as the Nile, so as Pharaoh, so as Egypt. And since our most exalted living God has not blessed the kingdom with his prodigy, the God's are threatening to take away the Nile's blessings. Pharaoh must prove fertile in order for the Nile waters to flow.”“And you believe this child is the answer?” Pharaoh looked at her, not with the disappointment she expected, but with curiosity.“I have often told you of my vision, of you, and I, and a child.”Pharaoh smiled fondly at the Priest. “A child you have not brought forth.”“A child you have not implanted, my liege. But. There is another presence in my vision. It is not only Ra and Wadj-Wer. I had been confused by the presence of Isis, whom I believed represented the daughter we will bear. Great Set, however, has guided me - I believe - to a truer understanding.”This time his meaning was quite clear to Kisara, but it made no sense. She was a peasant. Surely if any woman was to play the part of Mother Isis, it would be a woman of noble birth? “I do not understand,” Kisara interrupted. “Why would one such as I bear Pharaoh's child? I am not Omega.”“Why would you not? Omega or Beta matters not.” Pharaoh shrugged, unconcerned. “You are female and, thus, may bear. I have no objections. If the Gods will it, then so be it. Let us enjoy the evening and tomorrow -”“Tonight,” the High Priest corrected.“But -”“Atem.” The High Priest’s tone softened. “You are as constant as Ra himself. Tonight is the waxing crescent. You are impatient and irritable because your Rut is nearly upon you.”Kisara controlled a snicker. If this was Pharaoh impatient and irritable, she could not imagine him happy and relaxed.But Pharaoh's shoulders sank. “I am well aware of my own cycle. My harem awaits this night.”“They would. At any time except the moon before the Floods. Ra has awakened your Rut on the same day, by coincidence, that Wadj-Wer has inflamed my Heat, and the same on which Great Set has led us to a child of Isis whose bleeding has just ended.”Kisara gasped. “How could you know that?!” It was true; her monthly cycle had ended during the previous night.The Priest smirked and licked his finger. “You did not imagine that was for your pleasure, or my own, did you?”Kisara's face burned with shame. She had not believed it possible, but she had hoped.Then to her shock, Pharaoh grabbed the Priest's hand and also licked his finger. “Unfair of you, Cousin, to not share earthly delights.”~~The taste of brine was on Seth's whole hand but two fingers were sweeter than the others. Atem recognized the taste of womanhood. He leered at his cousin, who flushed, though he tried to hide it. But his flame, once lit, could never be hidden.Seth in Heat was a wanton creature. It had been years since they had been allowed to spend their Rut/Heat together. And they had never done it together with a woman before. It was well known that a woman was most fertile just after her monthly bleeding.He paused from seducing Seth to look at Kisara. The white gauze they'd draped her in merely highlighted her dark nipples and enchanting eyes. The Gods have chosen wisely, he thought. “Come here, child,” he said.Kisara came forward, trembling. Her mind was in a whirl. All her fantasies of men and women, of love and passion had never considered a noble might want her. A God. Pharaoh called her - a peasant, her! - to touch him. He touched her gently, and the excitement, the terror, the thrill she felt when the High Priest caressed her suddenly paled.Pharaoh held the Priest's palm to her like a bowl. “Taste,” he instructed.The hand was empty. Did he expect her to dare ‘taste’ The High Priest himself? She flitted her eyes at the Priest to find him looking feverish. He watched her with heated eyes.She looked again at Pharaoh and saw encouragement. And something more she could not identify. She swallowed the saliva filling her mouth, licked the inside of her lips, then licked the palm of the Priest's hand.In vain, Seth called upon Great Set to guide him through the storm and chaos of his impending Heat cycle. It was no use, he knew. Even the peasant licking him was undoing his reason.To fall apart at Atem's presence was to be expected. Atem was Alpha. Even before he was Pharaoh, his touch - indeed, just his scent - could bring Seth to his crisis.To find himself quivering from some commoner found in the streets was intolerable. And yet, the soft kiss of her lips on his palm, and the tentative flicker of her tongue was driving him mad.Atem touched Kisara's hair and luxuriated in the softness.Already, it was so hard to control himself.He hated his Rut. He hated how brutal he became. How demanding. How selfish. At other times, he enjoyed seeing his lovers’ pleasure etched across their faces. During his Rut, though, only his own pleasure mattered.Kisara's hair was lovely. But he wanted desperately to hold her by it as he emptied his stones into her mouth. Seth's eyes were divine, but he didn't need to see them when the man was beneath him having his hips pounded to sand.Maybe the prophesied child would be formed when both he and Seth were stones-deep inside Kisara's heaven.When Pharaoh replaced the Priest's hand with two of his own fingers, and softly commanded, “Suck,” Kisara had not expected the digits rubbing the roof of her mouth to be almost as pleasurable as the Priest rubbing her slit. She did not expect the deep moan that flowed out of her, erasing the fear that had tinged her excitement.She did not expect the Priest to use his released hand to untie the knot holding her dress at her shoulder. The cloth fell away leaving her entire body exposed to the night air.This was not new. Kisara did not have much in the way of clothing. The shendyt she'd worn that morning was one of two. Actual dresses were too expensive, but she did have a shawl for the winter and cold desert nights. Otherwise, she did not need to hide herself as the Nubians did, as the Romans were said to.But with Pharaoh's hands stroking her mouth. But with the High Priest's hands stroking her body. She felt not simply nude, she felt naked.Seth met Atem's eye over the peasant's shoulder. His pharaoh's eyes narrowed even as his lips smiled wickedly. A tremor shook him. Atem looked hungry.His cousin used one hand to taunt the woman but used the other to deftly remove Seth's headdress. The act should have cooled him but instead it warmed his blood. Made his breath shorter. Atem stroked his cheek, and Seth leaned into the touch desperately.“Seth,” he whispered. “I would see you.”'High Priest' was a requirement, words Pharaoh must say. 'Cousin' was affectionate.Seth was a command and the priest could no more disobey than he could stop the wind from blowing.He still had the presence of mind to place his rod of power on the altar near the pool. Then he stripped off his belt and robes as quickly as possible. He left his jewelry. Atem loved seeing his partners dripping in wealth.“Come here, child,” Atem said, leading Kisara to a moonlit lounge. He sat. “Let me feast upon you as Seth prepares me to impregnate you.”“Yes, my liege,” Seth and Kisara both answered, both breathless.The Pharaoh stood the young woman to his right as Seth knelt between his legs on the plush carpet beneath them. Atem cupped one of her breasts, and sucked upon her nipple. Kisara gasped as a thrill coursed through her veins.Seth pushed open Atem's shendyt to find Pharaoh's member already stiffening. He kissed it reverently, turning it with his hands to worship the flesh as it grew longer and firmer. Soon, this weapon would be fully engorged and would pierce the center of the girl. Seth knew it was his job - his obligation, his honor, his joy - to bring his cousin near to his crisis, and he pursued that goal frantically. The taste of Atem's manhood made his mouth water and his heart pound.The moans of Seth as he served Atem orally mixed with Kisara's whimpers as her trepidation melted. The Pharaoh watched with heated eyes as the woman's body flushed with arousal. Her areolas darkened as her nipples hardened to erotic points. He nibbled them with his teeth just as Seth teased his cock with his. He reached one hand to caress his cousin's smooth head. The other, he slipped inside Kisara's warm folds.Her legs shook as Pharaoh's fingers probed her. A cry of passion escaped her throat. To hold her balance, she held the wrist of the hand that slipped inside her repeatedly. Her other hand rested on the Priest's head.The head and the hand seemed to move in tandem, up, in, down, out. Like the tide flowing and ebbing. More, she thought - though she dare not say. More. Raise me higher. Drown me deeper.Seth moaned, tingling from the fingers fondling his sensitive scalp. Atem's knot glans were beginning to swell. Soon, he would have to relent and allow the girl to please his Pharaoh. He would have to content himself with manually relieving his Heat.Then, unexpectedly, she cried out, “Gods release me! Aaaaaaahhhh!” As Kisara's waters streamed from her womanhood, her body quivered violently. Atem growled as he repeatedly thrust two fingers into her gushing orifice. Against his palm, he could feel the fleshy nub of her little hill as it swelled. He could feel his own arousal growing impatient.Finally, Atem could wait no longer. He pushed Seth roughly away and forced Kisara, still shaking, to lay on her back on the lounge. He thrust into her with a single stroke forcing his knot in when it seemed to stop him.Seth collapsed upon himself, trembling. His chest throbbed, his sex throbbed. His need for completion was almost painful. But hearing the woman keen as Atem savagely pumped his seed into her was worse than the burning of his loins.“BY RA!” Atem shouted. “Seth! Come see, quickly!”It was hard, so hard for Seth to stand, but he managed. His eyes were unfocused as he looked with longing upon his Pharaoh and the groaning girl.Kisara was only vaguely aware of the men's voices. Her whole being was consumed with the intoxicating force of Pharaoh's passion. His fingers inside her had taught a bliss she'd never imagined. And when his member entered her depth, she felt as if there was no greater joy on earth. Her mind reeled as his loins filled hers and his hand continued to stroke her nub.“Priest,” Atem mused. “I suspect it is not Isis in your vision, but Hapi.”“Sire?”The priest was already deep in his Heat, Atem realized. The scent was delicious, more heady than any wire. Ordinarily, Atem would have been equally as addled, but discovering Kisara had a member cleared some of his own Rut fog.Small wonder he is so dazed, he thought, Seth is under the spell of two Alphas.Seth did not understand who's phallus he was seeing as he looked at the organ Atem stroked. It was not the Pharaoh's which the priest knew every vein and curve by intimate memory. But it had a knot and therefore belonged to an Alpha.It was well formed, he thought, studying it closely as his cousin encouraged him to move closer. A bit thick, perhaps, and not as long as Pharaoh's. But fragrant and coated in the sweet waters of a woman.“Taste her, Cousin,” Atem said, and Seth placed his tongue and lips upon the shaft. A warm shiver passed through him as he groaned with want and need.Kisara keened as she tried to cope with the unexpected, the unconceived of sensations flooding her body and mind. Pharaoh was still deep inside her, filling her womb with the Nile's blessings. But now the High Priest mouthed her sex as well. He licked and sucked the sensitive nub between her folds in a way that seemed to inflate it beyond reality. “ALL PRAISE THE GODS!” She howled uncontrollably as the intense pleasure the two men wrought caused her to come undone.Hearing Kisara wail opened Atem's floodgates, but he wanted more. He wanted to hear Seth, too. It was delightful, true, to see the man dazed and desperate, drooling and face dripping with Kisara's juices. But Atem wanted more.“Seth,” he coaxed. “Climb up here. Lift your leg.” He probed the man's now reachable channel with greedy fingers. Omega juices flowed freely down the compliant man's legs.“Breed me, my Liege,” the priest whined.“Soon,” Atem promised. “For now, be taken by Hapi's child.”Seth knew immediately that it was not Atem's sword piercing his depth. He knew and he did not care. It was a sword, and it knotted instantly. The need inside him was appeased and inflamed at once. He lifted his hips then crashed them violently down on the cock inside him. Over and over and over.A hot, wet sheath engulfed Kisara's nub and broke her mind even further. What madness was she feeling? The pleasure was indescribable and overpowering, and she felt as if her crisis would never end.She heard the High Priest's voice raised in prayer, calling on the Gods for blessings of fertility and strength. Her own voice could do nothing but gasp incoherently. Pharaoh's seed filled her, and, impossibly, her own seed filled the Priest.It was almost like holding them both at once, Atem thought as he slammed his cock into Kisara's pulsing sex. In turn, the woman pumped her cock into Seth who was practically sitting on Atem's lap. His cousin was entirely possessed by the God Wadj-Wer, and the lust of his Heat. His chanting didn't even pause when Atem leaned forward to nibble Seth's sensitive nipples.
Fill us Ra, your light gives strength
Fill us, Isis, your magic gives power
Fill us Wadj-Wer, your lust gives life
Fill us Set, your chaos gives faith
Fill us Hapi, your seed gives joy
Deeper, Kisara thought. I must drive my nub deeper into this Omega. I must fill him with so much seed, he bursts like ripe fruit. She heard an animal growl as she reached up, forward and grabbed the Priest to get a better grip. To push as deeply into him as Pharaoh drove into her.Atem reveled in the lustful sounds Kisara made as she bounced between his cock and Seth's womb. He answered it with a wanton cry of his own. Already Seth's crisis had come, and come again. Already the Priest's belly swelled with the copious waters of this rare female Alpha.BreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedme….Seth was insensible to everything except the hands mauling his tits and cock. Except the cock relentlessly filling his womb. Except the lips glued to his own. Except the bliss filling his being. The bliss of Heat is a gift from Wadj-Wer so that Omegas might welcome the trials of pregnancy and birth.
BreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedmeBreedme….
~~Light met Kisara's eyes. She woke to the sun above her and heavy weights on either side.Pharaoh. The High Priest. They were all nude. The smell of sex was heavy around them. Between her legs felt wet.“Lie still,” Seth commanded as the girl started to sit up. “We must not move today or tomorrow. Your Rut may have run its course, but Atem will need us both until the first quarter moon.”“Until well after that,” Atem rolled over to embrace them both. “After the Fertility Rites are done, we must plan a wedding. And then, a mating. Now that you are found, I shall not let you go.”