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The Orb (mypgems & Cowboy)

At first, Annabeth couldn't believe her ears as Gamal told his tale. It sounded too much like one of those 'adventure' stories that were all the rage these days. But there was something in his eyes that kept drawing her into it until she could believe it was true. Then there was his explanation of her sudden revelation. Had she learned elements about all of these symbols over the years and, as he said, it 'fell into place'? It was possible Annabeth guessed but wished could find just where those traces were. There would time enough for that later as Gamal decided to teach her more about the symbols.

He went slow and carefully over it to make sure she was understanding it. Gamal need not have worried because it was all imprinting on her brain. While it was very much different from anything she had studied before, it wasn't too different. Hints of pieces floated just out of easy understanding. What she needed were scholars who knew ancient stories and poems. If you get a translation you can see the context by comparing it to other things. Even as old as this might be someone had to have heard its story over the eons.

"If you think the astronomical symbol is the date that the matehrun ritual takes place," she said as she sat up to point to the figure. "Then the astronomical symbol that is linked to CleetAkunOs could be when priestess arrives? Is born? If that is the case, it appears she is more important part of the ritual. Interesting...." From the looks Annabeth got from Gamal it seemed she might be correct in her guesses, but acknowledgement would wait for another time.

After he left, Annabeth started straightening up her desk but was stopped by Kiyomi. "No one will be allowed in, so you need not worry about your papers. Come, please?"

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"I would rather rest than eat but I think I cannot do that either." Annabeth's mind was still racing in so many directions after Gamal's lecture. He had given her so much to think about and there seemed to be more to come. There were so many questions to ask but first she had to calm down enough to formulate them. Feeling a touch on her shoulder, Annabeth turned to see Kiyomi's smiling face.

"If I might suggest something my lady?" Getting a nod, she went to a cupboard to pull out a folded sheet and a small bottle of liquid. "If you allow me, I could give you a gentle massage to help relax you. With luck, you will be able to take a nap and reset until our evening meal." The oil Kiyomi had chosen this time wasn't one of the 'special' blends that had been used on the Chosen Oil. It was just an ordinary, perfumed one. "It will require us to disrobe though."

Annabeth thought for a moment and then nodded. It never crossed her mind that before all of this happened that she wouldn't have thought of being naked with another person. Now it just seemed the usual. As Kiyomi was laying the thicker sheet over the bed, Annabeth removed her robe and tunic to lay them over the back of a chair. The other girl nodded at the bed to direct her to lay down on it. Annabeth hesitated for a moment to watch as Kiyomi removed her tunic as well. When she realized that she was staring, her cheeked blushed and she quickly laid on her stomach.

"What question do you wish to ask me my lady," Kiyomi said as carefully knelt just behind the red-head's ass with knees on either side. Pouring a dollop of the oil on the small of the back, she smiled at how the coolness of it caused the muscles to twitch slightly. "My apologies if I am mistaken, I thought there was something you were wondering about me." Placing her hands on the oil to let it absorb some of her heat, she began to slowly spread it all over the white flesh until it glistened. "Anything you ask stays between us."

A soft moan of delight escaped Annabeth's lips as the other girl's hand slowly kneaded muscles that the owner never knew were tense. With cheeks that were red and were partially visible by the way her head lay she tried to form the proper words... "Why....why are you...bare...down there," Annabeth whispered. When she heard a soft giggle, she was horrified but then felt a light kiss on the back of her head.

"I laugh only because I did not expect the question, but I should've." Kiyomi's hands were skilled at finding the tightest spots and knowing how much pressure to apply to release the muscles. "I should think it is very rare amongst European women but amongst Arabs its common to remove the hair from that place. Mostly for hygienic reasons but for some because they or their husbands prefer it that way. Next question is how? By a knife or razor." She giggled again at the loud gasp from Annabeth. "Wielded by a person who is experienced, and you trust. Also, by a compound that will make the hair fall away. Now, may I ask a question of you?"

Hearing the idea of a knife being so close to 'it' sent shivers down Annabeth's spine. No, no she would never be brave enough to submit to something like that even if Kiyomi herself was the person holding the blade. Then she heard the question for her: Why do you bind yourself so tightly? Does it not make it uncomfortable for your breasts?" That created another case of red cheeks, but the massage was working in relaxing that Annabeth chuckled softly. "They say it is to create the 'perfect form' but really... At least I think it is because that is the way it has always been done and no one has thought to change it." Annabeth gave a nudge and Kiyomi allowed her to turn over on to her back. The sheet would adsorb the jasmine scented oil. "I will say that I am much more comfortable now."

Neither said anything as they just looked at each for what seemed a long time. Annabeth, laying on her back with arms at her side. Kiyomi, still astride her with hands glistening from the oil. Then the raised her hands and asked a question with her eyes which was answered by a smile. Very slowly, with much hesitation did those white hands gently cup and then take hold of the offered breasts. The thumbs touched, then rubbed the quickly hardening nipples. The first moan from Kiyomi nearly caused Annabeth to pull away in shock but then lips smiled to tell her it was fine.

Brown fingers went out to trace around the firm white mounds that pooled slightly on the chest of the owner. Nipples trapped between thumb and forefinger were twisted back and forth gently to draw moans from Annabeth. The pair touched and carefully played with each other's breasts. At one point they rolled over, so Annabeth was dangling her hard nipples temptingly close to Kiyomi's lips, but the girl dared not begin the suckle. Not yet. The Chosen One was like a rabbit who needed to be coaxed into the waiting trap. Not too quickly or aggressively for fear of spooking her.

Eventually they noticed that it was getting darker and reluctantly parted. Kiyomi went to get their grilled lamb dinner while Annabeth washed up. They went to bed as soon as the empty dishes were removed. Thankfully the English girl was too tired to want to explore things further with her friend because Kiyomi would've had to turn her down. The drops of a potion in her dinner brought the sleep on quite easily. A smile was on her lips as she felt the Arab girl's arms cuddling her as she fell asleep.
 
The sedative in the evening meal was not heavy enough to knock Annabeth for the whole night. As the late overnight hours came, the door silently slipped open and Gamal entered again, locking the door behind him. He was wearing a similar light robe to the one he had had during last night’s ‘dream,’ sashed loosely at his waist. He unrolled a padded carpet beside the bed and carefully lit a small candle placed on the bedside table on Kiyomi’s side of the cuddling couple. Then he gave Kiyomi a gentle touch to her shoulder to waken her. The servant had been eagerly awaiting this summons, so she smiled in the gloom and carefully slipped from the bed to stand naked beside it. Her body was exposed enough in the dim flickering candlelight that Gamal could use his finger dipped in glistening black ointment to paint symbols on her body. Then he stepped back into the shadows at the edge of the stateroom to watch unseen.

Seeing her master hidden, Kiyomi turned back to the bed and pulled down what little sheets were covering her partner. She touched her shoulder and called softly to, “My Lady,” a couple of times until Annabeth’s eyes blinked open and she stirred. She was less befogged than she had been the night before, but still not fully certain she was not dreaming. “My Lady,” Kiyomi said again and, with a light tug on her upper arm, urged her to “Come,” helping her slide across the bed far enough to swing her feet to the floor. Lightly supporting her with both hands under her bent elbows, Kiyomi urged her to stand until she seemed steady on her feet, the candle flickering behind her to cast a bit of light on Kiyomi’s face and upper body as she faced her.

“My Lady,” she said once more to draw Annabeth’s attention before she said, deliberately, “eh-oosh.” It must have seemed strange for Annabeth to hear this said under the circumstances, but part of her recognized the word from Gamal’s lessons earlier in the afternoon. She blinked, then realized that glistening black paint were drawn along the top and bottom of Kiyomi’s lips. The two curves served to mimic the horizontally symetrical curves of that new word. Kiyomi shuffled her feet slightly, to draw their bodies closer together, their breasts now lightly in contact, Kiyomi’s pert nipples brushing teasingly against Annabeth’s more generous globes. “Eh-oooosh,” Kiyomi repeated, breathily drawing out the second syllable in a way that pursed her lips in a blatantly suggestive manner. When Kiyomi said it a third time, her pursed lips pressed softly, sensuously into Annabeth’s. It was the first of several kisses, with Kiyomi’s hand caressing the other’s cheek and neck to draw her nearer. Annabeth tasted a faint, sweet orange taste from the Oriental’s lips, meant to distract her from the light arousal oil coating them.

The servant continued to repeat the word as her caressing hands tilted back Annabeth’s head to lay another kiss at the base of her throat. Her head moved further down, to add another kiss at the top of her deep cleavage. This time, as her lips lifted, Kiyomi’s tongue extended to tease the flesh with wriggling wetness. With the next utterance of the word, her tongue pressed out to run a ring around Annabeth’s mottled areolae before her lips closed upon the fiercely erect nipples. She did this once to each breast, her hands now behind Annabeth’s back to steady her from the chills flowing through her body. Kiyomi moved toward a kneeling position as her kisses moved down the other’s stomach, then her pelvis, licking at her thick red hair, and then… Like an electric bolt of pleasure, her tongue teased at the apex of Annabeth’s cleft, lapping at the tender pebble of pleasure. Rather than push the button to an explosion, Kiyomi moved away, with long laps up and down her lover’s labia, before giving a quick sucking kiss to the clit again before easing away. Gazing up at the Chosen One, she elegantly rose back up from her knees until she was standing again with the two in a clinch.

Annabeth was still almost gasping deeply to try and regain control she was not sure she wanted. “So… eh-moosh means… kiss,” she said with a light smile. “Yes,” Kiyomi agreed, “but so much more, as my master will teach you.” They kissed deeply again, then Kiyomi stepped slightly away, adjusting their stance so that more of her body was in candlelight. The symbol marking had mostly smeared away from Kiyomi’s lips from her ardent kissing of Annabeth’s body, but now the aristocrat could see that the servant’s body was painted with the same symbols in other places: at her throat, her cleavage, at both her nipples, her stomach, and on the bare surface of her pelvis just above the parting of her cleft. Annabeth stared at the markings, with almost a hypnotized fascination, then felt Kiyomi’s hands stroking her hair and guiding her to move toward her throat.

Every place she kissed on Kiyomi’s body tasted of more of the sweet orange essence, and with each kiss Annabeth felt even less hesitation to follow along to the next. She felt almost the same surge of excitement through her in the contact of her lips with Kiyomi’s flesh as had been when it was the opposite. She felt an pulse of pleasure at playing with the other’s nipples as strong as when it had been hers. After a brief hesitation, she licked out her tongue to tease at Kiyomi’s clit, feeling her own shiver with desire and the taste not unpleasing.

After a few moments, Kiyomi’s body was moving again, slipping down on her knees against Annabeth’s at the same level, their bodies pressed together in an erotic clench, their arms around each others’ backs, sharing more kisses. It seemed from almost nowhere when Annabeth realized that another body was standing beside them, and had a sense of recognition of the same robed body, Gamal’s, being there in her vision the night before. I must be dreaming, she thought, feeling she surely would never allow this man to be gazing down at her in such a compromising, naked position with Kiyomi similarly undressed; but she felt no urge to express shock or cover herself. Instead she allowed Kiyomi to stroke her hair comfortingly with one hand as she reached with her other to loosen the knot holding Gamal’s robe in place.

When it came loose, it parted, and Annabeth realized she was looking at his thick penis, dangling down, its length resting on the bed of his testicles before her eyes. Kiyomi’s caressing hand seemed to calm her from any shock, and she felt herself drawn to examine this amazingly close, intimate view of a man’s body for the first time. Kiyomi drew two fingers along Gamal’s body, at the place where the base of his organ attached to his pelvis, whispering, ‘eh-oosh.’ Annabeth realized that the symbol was drawn on her side of the shaft as well. Kiyomi was slowly moving her head toward her side of his shaft, while her hand was gently guiding Annabeth’s head to join her. Their lips ended up only a couple of inches apart as they both pursed and kissed the base of Gamal’s cock on either side.

Now Gamal’s hands moved to both women’s heads, softly stroking their hair as they jointly nuzzled at his organ. “Eh-oosh means so much more than a kiss,” his low voice said soothingly as background to their efforts. “It represents a worshipful offering of pleasure, a sensual submission and homage to one of high respect, even a token of surrender.” His cock was thickening and extending at this treatment, and Kiyomi’s lips were moving along his length on her side, as Annabeth found herself mirroring her companion’s guidance. As the organ stiffened enough to lift and reveal the sac-encased testicles, Kiyomi even ducked her head down to give her side of the tightening flesh sac a few licks of her extended tongue, encouraging her partner to follow suit. Then, together, they licked and kissed their way up the underside of his turgid erection to the plumb head, each sharing a hint of the taste of his leaking precum.

At this point, however, Gamal took a few steps back, out of their reach. He did not note the brief flash of red in Annabeth’s eyes that vanished as quickly as it appeared. Instead, she started to look slightly dazed, as his cock had been coated with an ointment mixed with sedative. Kiyomi helped her up from their knees as she started to shake her head with some sense of dizziness. With Gamal in the shadow, Kiyomi helped her mistress back into bed and under a sheet. She glanced once toward her master, feeling the effects of the sedative herself, and joined Annabeth in a cuddle. Gamal waited a few minutes, then blew out the candle and rolled up the padded carpet that had eased the pressure on their knees, then exited for the night.
 
The three of them were together with Annabeth laying on a huge bed while the other two feasting upon her body. Were there more? Perhaps because each of her limbs were gripped tightly and pulled so she was spread-eagle. It was so dark except for the light from above that shown on her face and all but blinded her eyes. Still, she was able to make out movements and murmurs of voices. For the most the flood of pleasure diverted all of Annabeth's attention. The pair seemed to know every pleasure point on her trembling body and had a goal of stimulating them. Her nipples had been bitten, suckled, pinch, and more so much they felt twice as big as usual!

Suddenly, she was alone! Or at least it felt that way. No one was touching her or holding her down anymore. Annabeth barely had the strength to breath let alone move her limps. Being pushed to the brink of orgasms and then pulled away so many times left her brain nearly insensible with lust. So much so that she didn't realize that her body was being dragged down the bed by her ankles until her ass was nearly hanging off the edge of it.

Blue eyes tried to blink the sweat and tears of frustration out but all she could see what a dark, blurry figure. Then she felt something pushing between her thighs... Huge, hard, and hot! Hands gripped her hips and then....

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Annabeth gave a slight gasp as her eyes flew open and then looked frantically around. They closed just as quickly with a smile quickly forming. It was just a dream and a dream that was quickly being purged from her memory. In its place were the sounds of the ship under way, the smell of different scents and spices, and the touch of soft skin on her own. Eyes opened again to focus on the shape that was cuddled next to her in the early morning light.

The feel of Kiyomi's warm body next to her felt so deliciously good that she never wanted it to end! How was it that she had never thought about doing this before with another woman? The question answered itself: Because Annabeth knew no other woman daring enough to do so. There were the whispers of certain ladies and even certain parties where ladies who dallied with ladies attended. It was said that if you saw a lady with a monocle, that was a sign!

Was she one of those ladies Annabeth wondered? How could she tell? She didn't feel any different than before meeting Kiyomi. A light blush came to her cheeks as Annabeth admitted to herself that she had felt many 'things' with the girl. Especially when her lips sucked gently on her nipples and.... The blue eyes blinked several times in confusion. Hazy bits of memory tried to pull together into something coherent. Was it just a very vivid dream or they do something more...?

Laying back, Annabeth closed her eyes to let her mind drift a little to let the pieces gel. Words? Pleasure? Her body shivered at the word when the memory of Kiyomi's tongue down there... Then a salty taste on the edge of her tongue and the memory of her doing the same. Another memory drifted along the edge, but Annabeth was so focused on the others that it just drifted away. When her eyes opened again, a brown pair was looking back at her. The owner was smiling just like she was before they both leaned forward to kiss deeply.

That was all the pair did for several minutes, just kiss. Occasionally breaking to catch their breath before beginning all over again, Kiyomi took hold of one of Annabeth's hands to lead it to her own bare folds while she then found the other girl's. First Annabeth and then Kiyomi gasped as a finger found the clit. Soft whimpers escaped Chosen One's lips while the Arab girl breathed suggestions into an ear that were eagerly followed. Kiyomi's head ducked as a free hand brought up a breast so she could suckle on a ripe nipple then lightly bite it. Annabeth gave a deeper gasp and cupped the girl's head with a hand to make sure it could leave its location.

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Afterwards, Kiyomi held a shivering Annabeth to her as she wiped the tears of oy from the cheeks. They had both achieved orgasms, but the English girls was deeper, more intense. The first real orgasm she had ever had. "T... thank you," Annabeth whispered and got a smile in return. Kiyomi had felt a power-like surge flow through the Chosen One's body and at the exact height of it, her eyes turned a brief red that faded just as quickly. She wasn't surprised when Annabeth fell into a deep sleep that last for a couple of hours.

When Annabeth had awoke again, Kiyomi had had a bath drawn up for her and would be preparing breakfast while it was being taken.

As she soaked in the hot water, Annabeth leaned back and just relaxed. The fear and anger she had felt just over a day ago seemed to have vanished. Perhaps it was finally solving parts of the orb mystery but a more likely was the time she was spending with Kiyomi. She could never hope to thank the girl for helping her to discover her own body and passions. There was still so much to learn she knew but no longer was she terrified at letting herself go and feel the ecstasy that there could be. Closing her eyes, she laughed at how absurd she had been. The laughter had a bit of the laughter found inside the box in her head.

Suddenly, she froze as if turned to ice and then pounded the water like she was doing battle with it. Kiyomi immediately ran into the bathroom and was greeted by a shout of "Eh-oosh! It means offerings!" The redhead climbed out of the tub and nearly got out of the bathroom except was stopped by her maid. Annabeth was more than eager to get into the work room and start on more the writings but first had to dry off and put clothes on.

With hair still damp, a cup of tea at her right hand, a plate of fūl medames with pita bread at the left, the papers in front Annabeth was hard at work.
 
Annabeth seemed in such an intense fury that Kiyomi could barely contain her to get dried from her bath and clothed before she was storming into the cabin with the notes and sketches. Kiyomi hurried after her with tea and food, laying them at the edges of her desk before settling on the couch, her legs tucked under her as she watched the Chosen One pour over the symbols. After a few moments, the door to the passageway opened and Gamal entered to take his seat on a stool on the opposite side of the desk, contemplating Annabeth’s intensity silently.

After a few moments of strained quiet, Annabeth looked up from her study and nearly glared at Gamal. She tapped a symbol on the sheet before her. “Eh-oosh,” she said almost as if an accusation. “You know what it means, don’t you Gamal.”

He calmly replied, “Do you?”

She stared at him a moment, then answered, “It means kiss. But also offering. Some combination of the two.” There was a trace of hesitation now in her answer.

Gamal nodded. “Yes, but so much more. As I tried to indicate yesterday, the meaning is too complex to be explained easily.”

Still with a defiant expression, Annabeth folded her arms and leaned back in her chair. “Try,” she demanded simply.

Gamal allowed himself a slight smile at this display of her spirit. “As eh-oosh means kiss, it means many things just as a kiss can mean many things. A kiss of a vassal to his Lord is a sign of his submission and homage to his Lord’s rank and power. A sign, even, of surrender, to the superior, or a promise of loyalty and an offering of his service. But the kiss of a lover means something different. It is a sign of passion, of desire, a show of physical pleasure shared and given between those so devoted. The one who kisses is offering pleasure to one they desire and love above all else. This, too, is an offering, the giving of sensual pleasure of the most physical type. The significance of eh-oosh is the combination of both, the devotion of the worshiper to their god, the honoring of the god’s power and dominance, expressed in sensual devotion, as an offering of submission and surrender and the gift of pure passionate pleasure. The combination is difficult to understand unless it’s been experienced.”

The more Gamal explained, the more Annabeth blinked, her eyes narrowing as if in recognition, elements of his explanation somehow seeming familiar. “Was that so difficult?” she said, but her sarcasm was blunted. She sensed that the words alone still did not convey the entire meaning of the term. She glanced down at the sheet for a moment then looked up again. “I’ve found more instances of the honorific symbol Os,” she changed the subject abruptly. Perhaps you can explain this. This symbol,” she pointed to one on the sheet, “appears with Fail and Os, and shortly after with Cleet and Os. I don’t suppose you know what that means?”

Gamal leaned forward for a glance at what she was pointed at, but he already knew what she was referring to. “There is a numbering system in the symbols. Separate representations for the numbers one to twelve. That symbol you’re pointing to is ‘lutro’ for the number twelve. With the honorific, it would be something like “The Twelve,” one a group of men, the other women. In Azim’s tribe, there is a Council of Twelve, honored men who gather to make laws, decisions, or rulings for the tribe. Under them is the Harem of Twelve, a group of young women who are to assist the Council. This structure has come down to the tribe since ancient times. In the context of the temple, I believe there is a group of twelve priests and priestesses who each serve to assist the High Priest and High Priestess in their rituals.”

Annabeth took in his explanation, nodding in acceptance of his analysis, but more anger seething up inside her. “You know!” she burst out again. “You’ve been with Azim and his tribe for four years, studying and learning, and you already know what all this means. Hiding it from me, dribbling it out in bits and pieces. Why? Are you trying to hog all the credit for yourself? Keeping the pathetic woman in the background so you get all the honor and accolades, as usual?” As if years of frustration with the customs of Victorian England were suddenly spewing out. Part of her knew this made no sense; the kidnapping, the capture of the orb, the trip to Egypt and, she hoped, the temple. None of that would be accepted in England as allowable for Gamal’s honor.

Gamal took her outburst in stride. When she seemed to have reached a stopping point, he slowly stood. “Lady Hampshire,” he said to get her attention, “you will know everything in due course. To have presented it all to you in a rush would have overburdened you. We had to prepare you, get you ready to hear the truth. You will know of it very soon, I promise.” He glanced at the porthole. With her lateness in rising, the pleasures of Kiyomi’s erotic ministrations, her relaxing bath, she had started almost after noon in the workroom. “You may continue to work for a while if you choose, but I suggest you retire for dinner in a few hours. Then there may be something to show you tonight.” He bowed and exited.
 
If the glare Annabeth leveled at the door had been a physical force, it would've have reduced it to splinters. The sheer arrogance of the man! All the struggles she had had to crack the code of the orbs' language which he could've solved in minutes. Forcing her to do it herself. Why? Some kind of test? For what?? Part of her wanted to scream in frustration but the other part made her close her eyes and breathe deeply until the rage passed. Opening her eyes, Annabeth didn't look at Kiyomi but instead raised a hand to indicate that she wasn't needed. Slowly, almost as if in pain, she made her way to the desk and sat down in her chair.

Time was spent organizing the papers into a proper order and then making notations regarding what she had found out about the number signs. Annabeth knew that doing this was silly since Gamal could probably tell her what the rest of the writing said but it was something to do. It was also a way to keep her mind off of the anger she still felt. When closing her eyes, Annabeth could almost visualize the emotion as a caricature of her own features but twisted and demented. She gave a gasp when the caricature opened its eyes and smiled at her.

"You will end this now my lady," Kiyomi said softly, placing her hands-on Annabeth's shoulders. "It is not my place to speak for my master. It is my position however to make sure you stay healthy. You need to become calm and relax. I will make you calm and relaxed!" She gave the shoulders a small squeeze then felt them shudder and feared that the girl was now sobbing. When the chair rotated though it revealed that the Chosen One was not sobbing but trying to not laugh.

"My apologies Kiyomi," she said as she regained control. "You sounded very much like my Meg just now. She would tell me that, for instance, that I would ladylike even if I had to be dragged kicking and screaming into a ball gown. I was eleven at the time and quite opinionated." Annabeth stood up and kissed the other girl's cheek likely. "Let us go have dinner and see what he wishes me to see."

In the stateroom, Annabeth asked that hot water be brought up for a bath after their dinner was finished. She made it clear, however, that the bath was for Kiyomi to take. "Fair is only fair. I have taken two already so I should ask you to take." She pressed a finger against the other girl's lip to silence a protest. "Not because you smell, which you do not, but because it is you should share it too." So, after dinner, Kiyomi took a bath with Annabeth sitting in the room as well where they chatted about Egypt and England. Afterwards they both dressed and waited for Gamal to arrive. One worked on needlepoint while the other quietly read a book.

There was a knock on the door that Kiyomi cracked open enough to talk to whoever was out there. They spoke in whispers low enough that Annabeth couldn't hear them. "Please my lady," Kiyomi said after closing the door. "If you would put on your robe? The night air is a bit cool at the moment. My master asks me to bring you, I believe the term is, 'on deck'." Annabeth sat still for a moment before closing her book and arising to do as asked.

As she stepped into the corridor, it was deserted as usual, but lanterns had red filters she noticed. That was to protect the night vision of the crew Annabeth knew. She saw no one else but did smell the faint odor of tobacco so she knew there was crew about. As Kiyomi had told her before, they were ordered to vanish when she was around. They eventually came to a hatch that, when opened, was just blackness with the smell of the sea rolling in. Following her maid, she stepped through the hatchway and gasped in surprise. All the running lights had been turned off so the only light available was the phosphorescent glow generated by the ship's passage through water and the stars above.

"It’s...incredible!" Annabeth whispered as she looked up. It felt like she wasn't looking up at them but was part of them! Her hands grasped the edges of the robe to pull it close because of the chill Kiyomi had warned about. She was about to say her thanks to the girl but saw the hatch door closing to leave her alone in the darkness. Now a sense of fear came upon her because she didn't know if she took a step here or there it might cause her to fall into the water. Of course, Annabeth knew there was a railing, but she was badly disoriented.

Then a hand touched and took hold of her hand in a firm grasp. Somehow Annabeth knew it was Gamal even though he said not a word. Not sound did she make as he carefully led her along the deck towards the bow. She realized that from how the wind was blowing. Also, her vision was slowly adapting to the night, so she was able to make out a bulkhead. When Gamal stopped, he suddenly grabbed her about the waist from behind to lift her on to a platform. It vibrated slightly as she knew he was climbing up. He then leaned back against something to then pull her, so her back was against his front. With his arms clasped around her waist, he was making sure she couldn't go anywhere.

Still nothing was said for many minutes as the pair just looked at the bright stars in the sky. "Thank you for bringing me out here," Annabeth finally whispered. "Its magnificent!"
 
Gamal waited until eleven p.m. before knocking on his guest’s cabin. Kiyomi answered and he instructed her to bring Annabeth up on deck in about ten minutes. He himself went outside and waited as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and starlight. Thus he was ready when there was a dim red crack in the hatch and Kiyomi escorted the Chosen One into the pleasantly cool night air next to the railing. The servant then left, retreating back inside, leaving Annabeth temporarily bereft while still adjusting to darkness. As he planned, Gamal was there to reach for her arm, steadying her with a reassuring grip on her wrist. He led her forward, then up onto the large hatch into the forward cargo hold, now covered. Gamal was familiar with the deck, and so led her around various chains and clasps that would be used to open the hold and haul in or out heavy cargo. With an arm around her waist, he brought them to the bulkhead that led up to the pilothouse above them. It provided a flat vertical surface to lean against to help keep their balance in the darkness, while giving them the freedom to gaze up into the sky without a sense of inbalance.

For some time, he just let her gaze up in silence. It was a crystal clear night, one he’d been waiting for since their journey began. The sky was cloudless, and the heavens shown with a clarity that any astronomer, ancient or current, could have dreamed for. Annabeth was leaned back against his chest, with his arm still holding her securely against the wind and waves that might throw her off kilter. After a while, he waved his free arm to starboard, where a few lights on a distant shore twinkled no brighter than the stars above them. “That’s Cadiz,” he told her softly. “We’re rounding the southeast point of the Iberian Peninsula. In a bit over an hour, we’ll be passing through the Strait of Gibraltar into the Mediterranean. Then, three more days to reach the Egyptian coast.”

After a pause for any reaction, he pointed up into the sky. “It’s a new moon, tonight. Often invisible, in a sky like this it can be seen as a dull, reddish orange disk. The light is too dim to interfere with the glow of other objects near it tonight. You can see planets, their light brighter than most of the stars up there.” He held his arm so that his shoulder aligned with her head and his extended arm pointed a direction for her to follow. “That one, white and a little fuzzy, is Saturn. And there, white with a touch of orange, is Jupiter.” Both planets were in the vicinity of the new moon. “And there, lower, the red dot is Mars.” It was lower than the other two. “The three orbits are bringing them closer together, and closer to the moon. In two weeks, when the moon is full, the three planets will be in true conjunction, their closest approach, although nearly invisible in the full moon’s bright aura.”

He paused again, then pointed to port, near to the horizon. “There, you can barely see it. A dim point of light with a diaphanous trail of what could be stardust. I first saw it last night. It’s a comet, and it will become brighter as it moves across the sky. In two weeks, it too will be near the moon.”

What must she be thinking, Gamal wondered. Was she putting it all together? “In London, when I read you the letter from your astronomer friend, I did not read it all to you, Annabeth. You were not ready. I believe now you are. Your friend, Lord Jethro, is a talented scientist, but he scoured the best he could of ancient history and could not match the positions indicated by the cartouches you sent him. But when he consulted a couple of colleagues, they realized that there was to be a conjunction as indicated, not in ancient times, but coming in the near future, in about fourteen days from now. Furthermore, it had been calculated that, in fourteen days, there would be a lunar eclipse. This eclipse would engulf the moon entirely in an area that included northern east Africa, in other words in Ethiopia, which is where the temple has been found. In eclipse, the planets not visible against the full moon’s brightness will be visible for over two hours of darkness.” He let that sink in for a minute, then added, “Furthermore, Lord Jethro could not predict the appearance of an uncharted comet, but… as you can see, there it is.”

His voice was barely a whisper above the sound of their progress through the ocean. “Now you can see it, Annabeth. There is a time foretold when a ritual must be performed, a ritual to honor FailosTatenRoonos in his temple. For this ritual, the orbs must be reunited in their place, in the temple, the markings in alignment, just as the planets will be. The ritual will be enacted by The Twelve, led by their High Priest and High Priestess.”

The enormity of all this must be overwhelming her, Gamal assumed, but there was a bit more he most divulge. “When Lord Jethro and his friends moved their astronomic search into recent times instead of antiquity, they made one more discovery, Annabeth. The other cartouche, the double conjunction. There was a conjunction of Mercury and Venus not long ago, in astronomic terms. Because these are both inner planets, their orbits would usually be near the sun to our perspective, invisible in daylight. But if there was, in this case, a solar eclipse, the two planets would be visible just outside the sun’s corona during the eclipse totality. There was such a coincidence, Annabeth, when the conjunction coincided with an eclipse, one that was in its narrow zone of totality along a path including southern Spain and the northern coast of Africa. You know, Annabeth, you must know when it was. Its path included the rock of Gibraltar. Twenty-two years ago, Annabeth. The time predicted in antiquity. The bringing of the Chosen One, the High Priestess.”

Gamal’s arms both wrapped around Annabeth’s body now, one at her narrow waist, and one rising, to caress a breast and tease her nipple. “This is why you had to come, Annabeth. Why I had to bring you, even before you realized your place. As with the orbs, you must be at the ritual. You have your role to play. When the moon and planets align and the orbs are united, those who serve FailosTatenRoonos must fulfill their ordained roles.” His hands went to her shoulders and he turned her around to face him, his arms going around her back to draw her against him. “The stars do not lie, nor do the prophecies of the orbs or the temple. This must be, Annabeth.”

And he bent down, to bring her lips to his in a fierce and demanding kiss. There was initial reluctance in her response, then her hands went around his neck and the two were in a passionate clinch, their lips searching each other’s face, their tongues probing for each other and within each other’s mouths, their gasps of breath hot against flesh. Gamal’s hands fell to grasp at Annabeth’s ass, pressing her body against the hardness that thickened at his groin. In that moment there seemed no control to stop them. In a desperate moment, however, knowing the duty he must keep until the time of ritual arrives, he suddenly grasped her shoulders and pushed her a step away from his body. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the red glow in her eyes, a glow that faded as both of them struggled to regain their breath. He was holding her at arm’s length.

“I…” he hesitated, then continued awkwardly, “I apologize Annabeth. You have a lot.. a lot to absorb, to process. It is part of the ritual… that… you… the High Priestess must be… pure, for the ritual. In the days to come, you will be prepared… you will learn… be made ready, but… you must remain pure.” He released her shoulders and instead offered her one hand to hold hers. “I should return you to your cabin, Your Ladyship,” he finished awkwardly.
 
As Gamal was pointing out the various stars and such, Annabeth glanced back towards the Spanish coast. Gibraltar. Once, on a trip her parents had taken her ashore so she could see that place where she was born. When she had asked them why they had gone on such a trip with her mother so far along Annabeth usually got 'Well, it seemed the right thing to do' and then a laugh. One time she asked her brother John, the eldest, about it. His reply was that no one understood even then why their parents had done what they had done. Then he sat his sister down and her swear that she wouldn't repeat this to another person.

Their patents had tried to have another child between her and the next oldest sibling, Alexander. However, the baby boy was stillborn, and it devastated her parents but especially their mother. The doctors said she couldn't and really shouldn't have another child because she might not survive the pregnancy. Several months later, their father had hired a new 'companion', as her brother put it, for his wife. John then leaned close to his sister and whispered that he thought that the woman was a Cunning Person who, some believed, could do magic. He had seen their parents, and the woman, performing some ritual in the estate's forest involving markings painted upon their naked bodies while under a harvest moon. That was all he said because he had raced away before anything else happened. The trip, he though, was related to whatever happened.

Annabeth had sat there, stunned at the revelations. John had given his opinion that this was nothing more than a way for their father to placate their mother's need for another child. 'Magic' to bring it about. All that she needed to be that both parents loved their youngest deeply so she should just accept it as an unusual act.

When Gamal started pointing out stars, it pulled her attention back to the present. She found that her eyes were adapted well enough to the dark to make out all that he was pointing at. When Annabeth saw the comet, thing started to fall into place in her mind. Orbs...symbols...astronomical! "It cannot be..." her lips said but not vocalized because he had still more to say. A ritual? In two weeks? Priestess? Then another piece clicked in place: the other astronomical symbol! The one that she thought predicted the priestess's birth. As if reading her thoughts, he continued...

"I am what?!" she exclaimed loudly when he proclaimed that she was this 'high priestess'. Then another piece clicked into place: The story John had told her. Was it possible that she was somehow 'marked' from the moment she was conceived? Magic and destinies and prophecies were for tales for children and couldn't actually have happened. Bit of other memories circled about her, but it wasn't time for them to join yet. Even as she was trying to process everything, Gamal grasped one of her tender breasts in a grip that was much firmer than Kiyomi's Even worse, was when he began to play with the nipple it caused her concentration to fumble. "No, it mustn't..." she breathed as he began to kiss her deeply. The first time a man had ever done that to her.

At first, Annabeth tried to pull away, but Gamal was too strong. Her soft body pressed against his hard, muscular one which made her whimper slightly into his mouth. The yearnings she had felt, and denied, when they had first met returned in force. Gamal was the man of her dreams! Intelligent, brave, willing to listen to her, with a body that her innocent desires had wanted to touch and now could. "Let yourself! Be free!!" a voice that sounded like her own but wasn't echoed inside of Annabeth's head.

Her arms went quickly around Gamal's neck as his hands held the ass cheeks that seemed to be made for him to grab. Somehow, the girl knew just how match his kisses with ones of her own that equaled his. A hard length that she quickly recognized for what it was pressed against her belly. One hand reached down to grasp it through Gamal's clothes. It felt so hard and hot! The other hand quickly joined with the first to fumble with the trousers’ fastening. Just as they were about to unleash his cock, Gamal pulled away.

The sudden ending caused a face of rage to exist for a brief moment. He never noticed because of the brilliant red eyes that blazed for a moment longer. Annabeth nearly leaped at him with the intent of throwing Gamal to the deck to take what she needed to feed the flames that were burning within her. Just as quickly though, it was extinguished to leave her gasping for breath, horrified at what had just happened. Horrified at what she had done and the fact that she so wanted it again!

She barely heard the words Gamal said but she heard them, nonetheless. "P... pure? What do you mean? Pure....as in...my virginity? Why?" Annabeth shook off his hand and glared at him again. "Tell me why!? What is happening to me? What is it that I must learn? Tell me or. Or I will jump over the rail and into the sea!" She stumbled over some of the gear on the deck but did reach the railing where she heard the sea sliding along the hull below her.

With her body half turned to face Gamal, she said again: "Tell me...mmmmmpppphhhhh!" but was cut off when Kiyomi grabbed her from behind to press a cloth impregnated with a chemical that quickly caused unconsciousness.

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Annabeth found herself in the stables on her family's estates with the morning sunshine flooding in through the door. Strange...the sunlight seemed almost milky. Even more strange was that there were no horses or smells or groomsmen around. There should be no matter the time of day. As she began to explore, Annabeth noticed she was bare of foot and dressed in a simple night gown. Never would be have appeared outside of her room in such a gown and certainly not in bare feet in the stables. What is going on?

Then she heard the crashing sounds of someone working at an anvil with a hammer!

Racing to the sounds she came up short when she saw who it was. Stripped to the waist, covered in sweat was the ex-slave Joseph who had been rescued by Annabeth's grandfather from the American South. That was impossible because Joseph had died from an accident with a horse when she was 14. The man looked up and smiled at her. He had always gotten along with the children of the house as their instructor in riding and teller of stories. He had treated them with the utmost respect and had never looked at the girls with any sort of lusts. On the other hand, a young Annabeth had had an infatuation with the man as she reached puberty. Perhaps it was that he was a full foot taller, muscular, and had skin so black it almost seemed blue. He also had a cock that could shame a horse.

The only way she knew of that was spying upon him a couple of times when he was spending time with a maid. Even at her young again Annabeth knew what they were doing and watched with eyes that were huge. Both times the maids looked terrified at seeing him erect but the terror also was tingled with a lust. After seeing it, there were a few times where the girl was tempted to reach out and touch him when he was getting her horse ready but of course she did not. Nor did she imagine herself taking the place of one of those maids. Annabeth was just curious about it all. At least that was what she told herself...

Joseph told her how pretty she looked and things about how he always liked her the best. Annabeth knew she was blushing and said things about liking him as well. He said that he knew she was watching him with the maids and but knew she was much too young to be with him or any man. Now though... Her body was ripe and ready for him! With her body it would be like fucking a goddess! Her eyes caught sight of the huge bulge in his trousers forming and acted aghast at seeing it. At the same time, she knew the sunlight was behind her so he could see every part of her body through the translucent white gown.

As Joseph dropped his hammer and came around from behind the anvil, Annabeth turned to run down the length of the stables. Every so often looking for her shoulder, somehow smiling & laughing as she did so, to see him gaining. Just as she reached a door an enormous arm grabbed her about the waist so that she was running in mid-air. His deep baritone laughs in her ear as her flung first a horse blanket and then her on to a hay mound in a stall.

As Annabeth caught her breath, Joseph's huge body blocked the entrance to the stall while he tugged at the opening to trousers. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of his huge, engorged cock. At the same time, she felt that secret spot between her thigh start to become wet and hot. Before she could pull the gown off, his hands grabbed at the collar and ripped it open and off her. The lust in her eyes was reflected in his dark ones. With a gentleness that belied his strength, Joseph's full lips lightly touched her own as she opened her mouth. The light kisses became harder and wilder with each heartbeat.

Hands grasped her breasts so strongly that it began to hurt but Annabeth didn't complain. Not did Joseph as her fingernails dug into his ass and back. Especially when he moved lower, trailing bites on her neck and sucking hard at her nipples. She wanted that huge cock that throbbed against her thigh, but he forced to the blanket when she tried to reach for it. When Joseph began licking at her clit and the wet areas around it, Annabeth screamed in pleasure and again when she orgasmed. He wouldn't stop until her body had suffered through several of them to leave her dazed against the blanket.

Suddenly he was standing before her and tugging at her arm until she was kneeling before Joseph. With a hand on her head and one hold his cock, Annabeth had it forced in her mouth. His hands guided her head back and forth along the long length but because she had never talked to the maids, she didn't know how it tasted or what to do.

In an instant, Annabeth was on her hands and knees with Joseph guiding his cock to her virginial entrance. A single pull of his hands on her hips and a shove forward buried the thick length all the way into until his balls pressed against her ass with Annabeth howling his pain and pleasure....

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Annabeth cried out as she sat straight up in her stateroom's bed. As she gasped for air, she felt a familiar body take its placed next to her with an arm wrapping about her shoulder. "Shhhh....it’s just a dream my lady. Breathe deeply...." Kiyomi whispered as she held the naked body to her own clothed one. The sewing on the floor next to a chair showed that she had been watching Annabeth all night. "It will be all right... We are here for you...."
 
Annabeth remained in bed the rest of the day. Kiyomi comforted her for a time, then went to get her some soup to eat, saying she needed her strength. Gamal did not make an appearance. Both of them sensed that she needed a chance to process what he’d revealed to her the night before.

Annabeth only finished half the soup and laid it aside. She tried to read for a bit, while Kiyomi continued her sewing in a chair near the bed. Annabeth knew she was only skimming words that weren’t sinking in, so she laid the book aside and considered her companion for a long silent stare. Kiyomi deliberately concentrated on her sewing for a while, then finally looked up to acknowledge her charge’s inspection.

“Yes Mistress?” she asked.

Annabeth took a deep breath before asking, “How much have you known of all… this?”

Kiyomi answered without hesitation. “Since my Master went to seek the Orb in London. When he heard there was a young woman dedicated to the orb’s study, he saw it as confirmation of the prophesies, and set about to prove it. He found newspaper stories of your birth, toured your family home to see the tapestry, and then met you. Everything seemed to agree with prophecy, and then the night you came to dinner proved it.”

She didn’t specify the proof. But Annabeth wasn’t about to let it lie. “How? What was the proof?” she insisted.

Kiyomi looked at the floor a moment, then answered, “You have a birthmark on your… back. It is the cartouche symbol for FailosTatenRunos. It is tiny, but when examined under a magnifier it is there. It marks you as His High Priestess. This was all foretold, Mistress. You are the Chosen One.”

Annabeth felt a moment of resentment at the thought she’d been “examined” while unconscious that night, but that was overwhelmed still by the thought of her being some “chosen one” as foretold thousands of years ago. She didn’t feel any different, she told herself, but was that true? The strange dreams she’d been having? Four days ago would she ever have dreamed she would enjoy the erotic encounters with another woman, or the images of herself in lust with another man? “Kiyomi, if I am this… this Chosen One as you insist, what does that mean? What am I to do? Do I have duties?”

Kiyomi looked hesitant again. “I do not know all the details, Mistress. On the night foretold, there will be a rite in the temple of FailosTatenRunos to reawaken His power. You, the High Priestess, and the High Priest, attended by the Council of Twelve and the Harem of Twelve will officiate the rite. I know that, as High Priestess, you will honor the God with your eh-oosh, your devotion and submission, at the time of his awakening.”

A memory, almost painful, swept over her from last night. “Gamal said, he said that I had to be pure - that was the word he used - for the ritual.”

Kiyomi nodded. “Yes, Mistress. The High Priestess must be a physical virgin to be acceptable in FailsoTatenRunos’ sight. It is written in the prophesies.”

Well, that was something, at least. But why was she now being so assaulted with such erotic dreams lately? Was this part of being the Chosen One? If she was, in fact, the chosen one… It was still so much to take in, to accept. “Gamal said… that I was to be prepared, for the ritual, I guess. Things I needed to learn, to be made ready, I think he said. Do you know what he meant by that?”

Kiyomi looked at the floor with a slight tint to her cheeks. “I am sure my Master will tell me what must be done when the time is right,” she said, a bit enigmatically. Part of her felt like she was betraying the closeness the two of them had shared, but Gamal had made it clear that her training would have to proceed in steps until she was fully accepting. “Perhaps he will make things more clear when next you see him.”

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Gamal had spent most of the day scouring through his notes. He had extensive copies of the writings on the temple walls he had excavated. He searched for some reference to the High Priestess having red eyes. It was in none of the writings, nor in any of the temple paintings he had copied. Perhaps he had missed it in his free-hand sketches of the artwork on the temple. Perhaps the coloring had faded over the centuries. But other reds had shown up, in the image of veins that marked the God’s black body, for example. For the first time he sensed doubts. Could Annabeth be some other kind of spirit, sent here to confuse or ruin the ceremony? But everything else matched prophecy perfectly! He realized he was fighting other mixed feelings: he wanted Annabeth, for himself, and now. He told himself he had a higher duty to the ancient gods, to Azim’s people, to history. He dared not sacrifice all he had attained now in a fit of selfish lust.

No, but the training had to continue, and he knew he would be sorely tempted in the coming days. Starting tonight.
 
Annabeth asked a few more questions before settling back so that she could stare at the ceiling. Kiyomi couldn't give answers because she either didn't know or...couldn't. The thought that the other woman would hold things back caused her to squeeze her eyes tightly shut. It physically hurt to imagine Kiyomi doing it. She wasn't sure if they were friends but the intimacy, they shared had created...something between them. The images of Kiyomi softly crying out as her fingers stroked the hot wetness and then kisses, they shared after it was all done. That had to be real, right?

There was just so much happening that left her mind in a swirl of thoughts and emotions. Able to pick one or two for a brief moment before the storm pulled them away. It felt like she was almost drowning! Almost without realizing it, Annabeth began weeping softly from chaos she couldn't push away.

The bed shook slightly as Kiyomi laid down beside her and then to the girl into her arms. "It’s alright... Do not be afraid Annabeth... You aren't alone..." the Arab girl whispered as she held her to her chest. Her hands stroked the pale white skin of the girl's back. Kiyomi knew they had to prepare the Chosen for what she was destined for, but could it not be done in a way that inflicted such pain? Asking Gamal again would change anything she knew. All Kiyomi could think of doing was bring Annabeth to level that she needed to be at as quickly and with as much care as possible.

Eventually the pair fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Waking near darkness, Kiyomi dressed so she could quickly prepare a dinner for them both before returning. Back in the room, she crawled back into bed with Annabeth where they ate. Then they talked a little, kissed a little, and fell asleep once more.

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"Mistress? Are you awake?" Kiyomi softly asked as she lightly shook Annabeth's shoulder. The drug mixed in with her dinner would keep her just awake enough that the 'lessons' would seem like another dream. Just as she was about to asked again, the red headed girl's eyes slowly opened. From the previous night’s Kiyomi could tell that the girl was in just the right state. "Can you stand up next to me? I have something to show you. There....you go...." The small candles in two of the corners of the room dimly lit it but was enough to make their naked skin glow. It also allowed them to see the naked form of Gamal facing away from them as he stood in the center of the room.

Kiyomi led Annabeth by the hand until they were standing behind Gamal. "Do not be shy Mistress... I know you have not seen a man in the nude before I believe your museum had statues of such. I assume you also read about the male body in your books so..." Annabeth's eyes went from looking at the floor to looking at the muscular body before her. Her mouth emitting a tiny gasp as she did so. "Go ahead...touch...feel..."

Pale and slim fingers reached out to touch the brown flesh presented to her. Carefully probing at the muscles and occasional scars found with confidence gaining with each passing moment. Only slight hesitation when Annabeth reached down to touch one, then the other, and then both buttocks together. Fingers flexed slightly to squeeze the firm ass. Then kneeling slightly to trace fingers over the solid thighs and calves. Kiyomi couldn't hide the smile as she heard Gamal's breathing change slightly with each touch. When Annabeth had reached the 'end', she touched the girl's shoulder to help her take a step back. A small clearing of her throat signal to Gamal to turn around.

Annabeth gave another gasp, as did Kiyomi, at the sight of Gamal's fine form. Without any need for encouragement, the Chosen immediately began to 'inspect' her prize. Fingers touching his chest and nipples, and arms. Feeling the muscles under the firm flesh. When she leaned forward to sniff his skin her heavy breasts grazed his body and caused both to gasp slightly. With her own nipples getting hard, Annabeth inspected Gamal's with her tongue licking each flat nub before kissing it. Then with a little more force, suckling. The started sound Gamal made caused her to step back in alarm because he didn't move, she then relaxed.

A slight movement caught her eye and she saw his cock throb once, twice, and begin to grow. With a mouth slightly open in fascination, a finger touched then stroked the hardening length. The finger was replaced by the hand that then tried to encircle but couldn't. She just held him... Amazed at the smoothness and fiery strength of it. A tiny squeeze of her fingers caused Gamal to groan softly and the head of his cock to mushroom. Needing to exam this more closely, Annabeth knelt before him...

In the dim light her eyes could see that the head was slightly darker and velvet smooth as a fingertip traced over it. Her nostrils flared at the musky scent of him and eyes widened when a pearl white drop appeared from slit at the crown. Curious, her head leaned forward to kiss the tip and collect the drop on her tongue. For a moment she did nothing analyze the taste. It was like.... nothing Annabeth had ever had before. Salty...but otherwise indescribable!

Leaning forward with eyes closed, her lips parted as she took him into her mouth....

Kiyomi looked on in shock as she watched Annabeth as she explored the cock with her mouth and tongue. A quick glance at Gamal showed that his eyes were closed as well and his face a mask of ecstasy. They hadn't talked much about what was going to happen this night except that she would be a stand in for Annabeth when her Master fucked her. She didn't really have any problems with it as Gamal had been her first lover and then occasional lover. He was considerate but commanding during the times they had had sex with both enjoying it greatly.

Knowing things were going too far, too fast Kiyomi reached forward to pull the other girl back. Before she could, Gamal's hands clasped Annabeth's head to guide her off his cock so she was kneeling before him. Her tongue licking her lips as if to savor the flavor of him. Helping the girl to her feet, Kiyomi gave a look at Gamal who gestured towards the bed. She nodded and gave Annabeth a light push in that direction. "Now we go back to bed Mistress..."

The girl smiled at her and whispered back, "I enjoyed that very much. Can we do that again?" Kiyomi looked carefully into her eyes and saw that they still had the glazed look of before. How Annabeth could stay in this trace even after all of this was a marvel to the Arab girl. Quickly, but carefully she helped the Chosen back into bed but did not join her yet. Glancing over her shoulder saw that Gamal seemed to be composing himself and that his cock hadn't softened the slightest.

Gamal sat on the edge of the bed at Annabeth's feet while Kiyomi sat near the girl's head. Her fingers lightly stroking the girl's cheeks and occasionally bending down for a light kiss. His fingers stroked up and down the Chosen's thighs as she shivered at his touch. His finger reached the top of her thighs, stopped for a moment so Gamal could look directly into Annabeth's eyes, and then slowly dipped his finger between the lips of her pussy. The fingertip barely grazing the quivering flesh to pause to flick he erect clit. The girl gave a shudder and a soft whimper at how he was inflicting pleasure with those tiny movements. Then he laid his index and forefinger along the gash until both were slick with her juices. Keeping her gaze locked on him, Gamal raised the fingers to his to his mouth where he licked them clean while smiling.

Leaning forward until his nose was almost touching her own, he whispered "You taste divine High Priestess. Let me share it with you...." Pressing his lips to her, his tongue invaded her mouth to start a deep kissing that was quickly returned until both gasped for air. One hand cupped and then firmly kneaded a breast while the thumb tweaked the nipple. "And your breasts.... They are perfect now and when they are heavy with milk waiting to be suckled like this..." His lips claimed the nipple and Annabeth gasped again at how hard he sucked. Almost like he wanted milk to flow. He laid his hand on her pussy as if to cup it all.

Annabeth pressed her hips up against him. "P... please...." she pleaded softly. "I need...I need something!"

"What do you want Annabeth? Say it and it can be yours." Gamal climbed on to the bed, so he was kneeling between her thighs. His cock like a lance that pointed at her.

For many seconds she stared at the figure before her. Annabeth was feeling a longing...a need the likes of which she had never felt before. The red in her eyes danced like a fire before a shaking hand reached out to grasp his cock and tug it towards her. "I need...this! This and you!" she gasped as Gamal then fell upon her body with fiery kisses being given to each. His strong, hard body pressing her softer one deeply into the mattress with her hands going up and down his back and buttocks, trying to pull him closer. To get that length throbbing against her thigh into place that was so ready for it.

Suddenly he braced himself on his arms and against his body so that the tip of his cock was grazing the lips of her how, wet pussy. Gamal looked down at Annabeth, knowing all it would take was a movement forward of his hips and she would be HIS. His body tensed as his mind fought a war within it. Never noticing Kiyomi laying down next to Annabeth, sides touching, ready....
 
When Kiyomi slipped out of the room to prepare a supper, Gamal met her by the galley. “How is she?” he asked.

“She is still in shock, and hurt,” Kiyomi replied softly. “She feels confused, and still betrayed. By you… and by me, I think.” She looked down, almost in shame. “She is not wrong, is she, Master?”

Gamal blinked, sharing the moment of regret, but he firmed up. “It is prophecy, Kiyomi. It is her destiny. The sooner we can help her except this, embrace this, the better she will be.” He looked on as Kiyomi mixed up a light casserole, sprinkling the necessary potions. “You will see she is ready tonight.”

“Yes, Master. Hopefully, soon, these drugs will not be necessary, I hope,”

“No more than do I, Kiyomi. I, and the Gods, thank you for all you have done.”

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A few hours later, the door to Annabeth’s cabin cracked open and Gamal, waiting patiently in the passage, moved to Kiyomi’s gesture to step silently into the room. As the servant returned to the bed to begin to rouse her mistress, Gamal carefully lit two small candles in either corner of the dark room, giving just enough dreamy illumination for the pageant to come. Then he slipped off his robe and took a stance near the bed, facing the wall away from the two female forms slipping from the mattress to come up behind him.

To remain still while the feminine hands and fingers softly explored his body from behind took all his concentration. He wasn’t sure Annabeth would be so bold, even in her dream-like state. But when Kiyomi signaled him to turn around and face them, he was in for even more amazement. It didn’t take long for Annabeth’s touches to turn into kisses. He was shocked as she played with his nipples, something that he’d rarely experienced. But then her hand went without hesitation to explore his cock. He fought but failed to suppress a groan when she squeezed his growing erection, then watched in awe as she bent forward to the tip of his crown to taste the first bubble of his emission. He never expected things would go this far tonight. And it was only the beginning. Soon after her sampling of his precum, she eagerly plunged ahead to engulf his cock in her mouth. All Gamal could do was take a silent gasp, close his eyes, and enjoy it for several moments.

But no, a voice within warned him. This was not about his pleasure, but her training, and the responsibility he must carry out for the Gods. He reached to Annabeth’s head, taking either side gently in his hands to move her away from her oral ministration. Kiyomi also seemed to focus, guiding her mistress back from Gamal’s cock and helping her to rise, leading her back to her bed. She gave him a glance for guidance, and he nodded, going to the foot of the bed and watching as Kiyomi moved onto the mattress, taking a seat near Annabeth’s head. As Kiyomi lightly caressed the other girl’s cheek and leaned down for light kisses, Gamal began his own touches, his fingers moving up her limbs, feeling her flesh quiver slightly at his fingers. As his reach extended higher up her thigh, he leaned down on his other hand so he was bent over her lower body, his fingertip reaching her pudenda and teasing slowly, barely between her labia lips, gliding up their length, feeling the Chosen’s lubrication on his finger, until his finger flicked her clit lightly at the apex. His eyes were fixed on hers, and he saw her stare answering his in intensity and hunger.

He raised a knee onto the foot of the bed so he could reach farther up her body. Two of his fingers now pressed lightly against her vulva, moving barely as they were coated by her growing wetness. Then both knees were on the bed as he loomed over her, slowly easing those fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking at her taste to show her how much he relished it. He leaned down, bracing his hands on the mattress beside her shoulders, bringing his lips to hers to share her taste, which quickly became shared passion. Their lips and tongues fought to enjoy each other. His hand moved to her breasts, entranced by their fullness and firmness, as if swelling with milk. His mouth followed, his lips encircling her nipple to suck forcefully at her delicious flesh.

Annabeth was in the throes of need, and Gamal was almost as deeply enthralled. She seemed to be begging for… something she could hardly identify, but Gamal understood. He pressed her to beg for what she needed, and she did, just as she reached for his solid probe and seemed to demand its presence to her core. Gamal found himself between her spread thighs, his cock being led and pressed to her pussy, ready to claim her. But a voice within wondered, would this make her His, or would he in surrendering to his own lust, somehow become Hers?

At that moment, Kiyomi shifted. She was laid out on her back at Annabeth’s side. Her side was pressed against Annabeth’s, and she moved the near leg to slide over Annabeth’s leg, so that it also slid against Gamal’s nearest leg. Gamal blinked, as if recovering from a trance, and nodded. He pulled back from Annabeth’s cleft, shifting his leg so it was between Kiyomi’s thighs, even as his upper body was still mostly above Annabeth’s, their gazes still locked. Kiyomi’s hand joined Annabeth’s on his cock, and Annabeth looked puzzled and unsure as she yielded her grip, so that Kiyomi guided him to another set of moist labia. His hips and shifted just enough so that he was aimed to his servant’s eager pussy, and Kiyomi’s hand around his ass pulled him to take her. With a sigh, he eased into the hot, tight sheath that now encompassed his scepter.

He still stared at Annabeth’s face as his hips began to move, thrusting in a slow steady rhythm that had Kiyomi soon gasping. Annabeth was also breathing harder, her body still possessed by desire. Her hand slipped back between the two bodies slapping together next to her, and her fingers sought and found his stony prick sliding in and out of Kiyomi’s passage. Her other hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers seeking to recreate the touch of his that had given her such excitement. While moving steadily ever faster into Kiyomi, Gamal was able to lean down upon Annabeth’s upper body, his chest pressing into her full breasts as rising excitement took possession of all three bodies.

The three achieved climax in such proximity none could hardly tell who was first or last. The room echoed with a combination of soft sighs and moans, forceful grunts, and repeated feminine cries. All three gradually died down into deep breaths and then silence. When Gamal finally roused enough to look at the two bodies beneath him, both had their eyes closed in seeming repose, but a touch to Kiyomi’s cheek brought her awake quickly. Gamal nodded toward Annabeth, having raised his upper body off hers, and whispered “Is she conscious?” Kiyomi shifted carefully and brushed the Englishwoman’s cheek, seeing no response. She turned to her master and whispered, “I think not. The drug has pushed her back into deep sleep.”

Gamal carefully eased himself off the foot of the bed, noting that the sheets were damp with sweat and other fluids, as were the three of their bodies as well. “Let’s clean things up,” he whispered to Kiyomi, who slid off the bed opposite Annabeth. Gamal returned from the bathroom with a warm moist cloth, and gently ran it over Annabeth’s form, first her front, then rolling her gently over, her back, from neck to feet. Then he gently cradled her in his arms as he lifted her from the bed, while Kiyomi had found a change of sheets to briskly make the bed. Gamal returned the sleeping dreamer to bed and they covered her with a fresh sheet. Kiyomi then retreated to the edge of the stateroom and began to wipe her own body clean. Gamal huddled with her for a final conference.

“Perhaps next time, we’ll need less of the drug,” he suggested. “She needs to embrace her role fully.”

“We shall see her responses in the morning,” Kiyomi answered. “I, too, hope to bring her full consciousness in her pleasures.” She paused, looking at Gamal in shadow with a sense of worship. “Thank you, Master, with sharing yourself with your servant again. It was… so wonderful.” Wiping herself dry, she moved to rejoin her mistress, snuggling against her in the bed as Gamal retrieved his robe and left for the night.
 
The feel of his muscles under her fingers and of his hard body against her own was... Oh...yes! Need... Want.... Oh....NOW!!

Annabeth's eyes flew open as she orgasmed with a shudder. Softly gasping for air, she realized it had been a dream but what a glorious dream it was! It all felt so real. Even to the point of feeling his sperm shooting into her body. She laid back with a smile on her face and waited for her heartbeat to slow.

The feel of the warm body next to her was Kiyomi and glance saw that she was still sleeping. One of her hands was on her own breast and must've been playing with a harden nipple. The other... Annabeth slowly lifted it into view and saw that the fingers glistened in the morning light. She had been touching herself. When she was with Kiyomi they had both touched each other but was this the first time Annabeth had touched herself? There had been so many times recently that she couldn't keep track anymore. That caused a blushing smile on her face.

She turned the hand that had been touching her back and forth to see the wetness. Eventually she brought it close enough so she could take a tentative lick. Had she ever tasted herself? That was another question. Annabeth decided that she tasted salty with other flavors that were indescribable for the moment. A smile then played across her lips as she thought how this would've digested her only a week ago. Even though herself hadn't involved herself in it, Annabeth remembered how her friends exchanged salacious gossip in a coded language to each other. Things about touching or being alone with a man and seeing his thing or even more. Her friend Deborah, straitlaced and a daily church goer, visited family in France and came back with a smile that spoke of several male lovers in the space of a few days.

Something had awakened in Annabeth. It scared her in its intensity and the needs it had awakened but the pleasure that was tied with it was incredible! What she didn't know was that locked and hidden box in her mind was open and gleeful laughter echoed through her mind.

Another smile came to her lips, but this was more of a predatory one as she surveyed Kiyomi's sleeping form. As usual, the sheet covering them had been kicked off, so the girl was totally exposed as she lay on her back. Annabeth thought about how she herself tasted and decided that she wanted to taste Kiyomi as well.

Adjusting her body so that she was crouching over the other girl's thighs, Annabeth took the time to study the bare skin and puffy lips. Lowering her head, she could smell the intoxicating scent that was Kiyomi. A few puffs of air blown at it and finger tracing the gash caused a moan and a spreading of thighs to reveal more of the pinkness. Another look up to make sure Kiyomi was sleeping and then leaning down for the first taste....

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Afterwards, the pair lay facing each other with limbs entwined and lips exchanging kisses. Annabeth smiled and received a smile back from Kiyomi before leaning forward so they could exchange a deeper kiss. "Perhaps this is what they mean by 'making love'," Annabeth whispered. She had taken several long laps with her and was suckling on the tiny clit when Kiyomi woke with a start. Holding Annabeth's head to her pussy, the girl let herself be brought to several orgasms until one that made her scream was pulled from her. Her lover had begun to explore her vagina with tongue and fingers. After a few moments of rest, Kiyomi threw herself at Annabeth to reward her with the same pleasures she had just been given.

"I would call it a most wonderful way to wake up," Kiyomi whispered back and caused both to giggle. "May I ask why you became so...daring?" Perhaps Annabeth was over the edge so they wouldn't need to use the potions anymore. She dearly hoped that was the case. "Only in hopes you will be of such mind again!" They both broke into giggles again.

"I....don't know," Annabeth said, trying to deflect the question. Kiyomi kept a steady gaze lock on her as she waited for the true answer. "I dreamed of myself and....Gamal....together....in bed." She waited for disapproval, jealousy, anger, something from her lover but was stunned at the smile. "You...you aren't upset?"

Shaking her head and then leaning in for a brief kiss Kiyomi smiled. "Of course not! You are my Mistress Annabeth and Gamal is my Master. I cannot have a claim on either of you. I would only ask that you allow me to share either or both of you." Kiyomi laughed at the startled look on the English girl's face. "Yes, I have had sex with my Master. Several times whenever he has a need. I am honored that he allowed me to give him my virginity."

Annabeth's mind spun at this revelation. Not so much that Gamal and Kiyomi were lovers but that the girl was so free about it. She tried to feel some sort of jealousy or other emotion but couldn't. Kiyomi saw the confusion on her face and encourages Annabeth to sit up with her.

"I think you are feeling something akin to freedom Annabeth. I have heard that ladies in your country might go to their marriage bed knowing almost nothing. Also, that they might not be free to experience pleasure. Is that not so?" Kiyomi waited for a moment until she got a reluctant nod from her Mistress. "The man you were intended to marry, he was not chaste and expected to be a virgin when you married. We know, we investigated him. You may be quite fortunate because we think he has, what you call, 'The Pox'."

The revelation about Bruce having syphilis made Annabeth gasp in horror. Proper ladies weren't supposed to know such things but of course they did. At least about the what would eventually happen to those that suffered it. "The rumors I heard of Bruce... About the class of women, he.... associated with. I should not be surprised as much as I am. I pity him for the agony he will eventually go through, but I breathe a sigh of relief that it passed over me."

"I thank the gods as well Annabeth. Bruce had the freedom to do as he pleased, to enjoy whatever pleasures he wanted."

"I think I am understanding you if ever so slightly." Annabeth was silent as she thought for a moment. "Before this I would not have imaged that I would be able to sit here like we are, nor make love like we did, or have such thoughts about Gamal like I do. Why all of the sudden I don't know but..." She leaned in to give Kiyomi a loving kiss. "But I am liking it."

"I know I am. May I give you advice about Gamal?" Kiyomi received a nod. "It will not happen until after the ceremony at the earliest, but you will enjoy pleasures with him. He is...commanding but not cruel. His pleasures come first but you will not be neglected in the least. Annabeth, I know he will enjoy you as much as I have." She brushed a few stray locks of hair from Annabeth's face. "The gods choose wisely when they chose you."

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"Are we ready?" Kiyomi asked as she adjusted Annabeth's robes. When she went to make a meal for them after their talk, the English girl asked her companion, she couldn't think of Kiyomi as a 'servant', to ask Gamal if he would join them for supper and for another thing.

"As ready as I can be," Annabeth replied as she brushed some of her back. This had been the longest time since she was a girl that her hair hadn't been in some style. She was finding that she like that and to be without a corset.

Like the last time, Kiyomi led her through a passageway that was devoid of people. This time though, they went in a different direction until they came to a closed hatch that Kiyomi then opened. "If you go to your left, he will be waiting for you," the Arab girl said as she stood aside.

"You're not coming with?" Annabeth asked while she pulled her robe across her front.

"No Mistress. My Master requested that I stay here."

She nodded and stepped out into the later afternoon air. For just a moment Annabeth closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh, sea air. She stepped forward to railing and looked down at the water that raced alongside the hull of the ship. That gave her bearings to know left was stern and right was bow. A memory popped her head of the voyage to Italy the family had taken when she was a child. How it had confused her until an old seaman told her that simple trick. Annabeth smiled and cocked an ear because she heard voices coming from the bow. They were much too faint to understand and didn't interest her at all. Instead, she turned and started her way aft until she saw Gamal standing at the very stern waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him until she could look over the side and see the water churned by the propellers. A glance up showed the sun nearly on the edge of the horizon.

"I have always loved watching the sunset, and the sunrise for that matter, since I was a little girl," she said, looking at it rather than at Gamal. "I always thought it was because it looked pretty but now.... I don't know what to believe anymore. Are the things I like; the things I can do tied to this 'destiny' you have told me about? I've never believed in such things before, I'm not sure I still don't, but I cannot deny these things...." Annabeth's voice trailed off as she turned to look at Gamal. "Something is happening to me. My feelings, the...intimacies with Kiyomi, my dreams that have been happening. I mean I never thought of being with a woman like have and enjoying it very much. Or being attracted to someone else in....in a similar fashion." Her head turned away as her cheeks blushed.

Annabeth took a deep breath before continuing. "When I first met you, I was intrigued because you were so unlike Bruce, the man I was supposed to marry, in that you were intelligent, courageous, brave, and other things. In short, you were nothing like Bruce and you were...well...someone I would have accepted more readily." The sun was at the horizon, casting long shadows as Annabeth looked at him again. "I have realized that when we met, I also had a... physical attraction to as well. Nothing more than that but.... When we kissed the other night I....I did not wish it to end and I believe you did not either. I dreamt of you and..." Throwing caution, and morals, to the wind Annabeth stepped closer to Gamal and leaned up to kiss him deeply on the lips. The moment their lips touched; the sun dipped below the horizon.

He didn't respond for moment but quickly kissed her back as his strong arms wrapped around her body. The kiss was long and full of passion but not out of control as the previous one they shared. "I dreamt of you and I and it was wonderful and perfect," she whispered after it ended, staring into his eyes. "I want you to teach me Gamal. Teach me everything I need to know to be this priestess. I don't think I believe it yet, but I won't fight it anymore. Teach me how...how I am supposed to give myself to..." Annabeth nearly said the word 'you' but stopped. "So, I can give myself to FailosTatenRoonos."
 
Gamal paced the stern idly, gazing at the horizon as he awaited Annabeth’s arrival. After discussing things with Kiyomi, it seemed that Annabeth’s shock at his revelations the other night had faded, and her reactions to the ‘dream’ they’d treated her to yesterday had opened her to what was needed to come. She no longer hated him for his betrayal, and, he hoped, perhaps was having the feelings for him he desired. He hoped this evening would fully affect her positively.

He looked up at her voice, watching silently as she approached him, letting her say what she felt the need to say. The moment she stopped talking and sought better uses for her lips enveloped him with the same desires he’d had before, if more controlled this time. Their passion was fully shared, and she confessed her desire for him, even as she belatedly switched her desire for the god they both must serve.

“In giving yourself to FallosTatenRoonos, you will also be giving yourself to me,” he assured her. “At the moment, there will be little difference. I await that moment with fervid anticipation that is not entirely spiritual,” he finished with a slightly playful grin. “We will make sure that you know all you will need to know for that moment.” He moved his arm around her shoulders so they stood side by side to gaze out at the darkening sea. “I do know a lot about how you feel, Annabeth. After… Khartoum, I committed myself to discover History. Instead, I unexpectedly found Destiny. And even more shocking, I came to see that it was MY Destiny. I think you have been on the same path. History has become Destiny, and the destiny you’ve come to realize is yours. That is an overpowering discovery about yourself, about the… universe that holds us all in its fate. With as much power as I have to affect our destinies, Annabeth, I will have you as mine. I promise.”

They stood in silence for another several moments. Then Gamal pointed to the left. “The Egyptian shoreline is out there, just beyond our view. We passed Alexandria about an hour ago. We’ll be running East along the coast until early morning and docking at a small port town called Ras El Mar on the Nile delta. We’ll transfer there to a river boat for our journey up the Nile. There’s minimal British presence in Ras El Mar, so we shouldn’t have any problem there. By mid-afternoon, we will be going through Cairo. You can come up on deck if you want; there’s a view of the Pyramids and the Sphinx from the river just south of the city. However, I’ll need you dressed in traditional Moslem attire, almost fully covered. It’s also likely that we’ll be inspected by a British patrol boat before we get beyond the city. If you want to try to escape your destiny, that would be your best chance.”

A bit later, he escorted her back to her cabin, where Kiyomi had set up a small table for their dinner. It was similar to the dishes she had served at the hotel in London several nights and seemingly a lifetime ago. This time there were no drugs mixed with the spices. They enjoyed the wine and finished the meal with a sense of subtle anticipation.

Gamal put down his glass and gave Annabeth a contemplative look. “You asked to be trained in what you’ll need to know for the rites. We can begin some aspects of that now, if you are ready? One aspect of the rituals is that your body must be painted with symbols and runes during the ceremony. Your entire body will be so marked, and it will be my duty to do the painting. I have memorized diagrams from the temple markings to know what I must do, but it would be good for me to practice this upon you in advance. Understand, Annabeth, that your body must be nude for the decoration. Also, you will be marked front and back, including your face, and, except for your head, your body must be a hairless canvas. Tonight, we need to prepare you for that. Kiyomi will take care of you with my help. Are you ready?”
 
Except for a few questions she was mostly silent as she listened to Gamal talk about destiny and the next steps in their voyage. "I fear that if I try to escape my 'destiny' it might come after me," Annabeth said with a half-smile. His comment about making her 'his' would have shocked and perhaps angered her a week or so ago but now it just seems natural. Kiyomi had said that her master was 'commanding' when sharing pleasure and the image off him 'having' her sent a thrill up Annabeth's spine. Then she remembers Kiyomi's question about allowing her to participate with them and that thrilled her anew.

She was surprised at herself for thinking that but didn't look deeper as to why she was thinking that. It was a good thing as Annabeth might not have liked what she saw. That of an evil caricature of herself.

After a bit more conversation they went inside.

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With all three of them at the table it made for cozy dining with their knees almost touching. Annabeth just enjoyed the tension free meal and savored the glass of wine she also had. The trio made light conversation about where they had all grown up. Kiyomi seemed to be the natural storyteller of them. Several times she had both Gamal and Annabeth laughing. Then things got serious...

As she listened to Gamal talk about painting her body while she was nude, Annabeth just stared at him. It shouldn't have been so shocking since she had been nude with Kiyomi so often, but Gamal was...well...a man. There was still enough of the 'proper' left in Annabeth for her cheeks to blush a deep red. Then hearing about being hairless except for what was on her head puzzled the girl. "What other hair are you talk... Oh... Oh! You mean... I..."

Kiyomi struggled not to laugh at the surprised, then understanding, then horrified look on her lover's face. Before Annabeth could say anything else, Kiyomi took hold of her hand. "Worry not Mistress, for I will be the one doing it and I swear that nothing will happen. I have done this many times without injury." Then Kiyomi got a twinkle in her eye. "Besides Mistress, by trimming the forest I will have a much easier access to your...nectar." She did giggle at the pervious glance the Chosen made from her to Gamal before taking a big sip of the wine.

Annabeth felt her cheeks get hot from embarrassment as Kiyomi talked so casually about private matters. She knew the girl wasn't being mean spirited about it, it was just that it wasn't something you mentioned at the dinner table. To her surprise, Gamal didn't seem to have a reaction to it other than a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. A smile? Perhaps at the thought of his future explorations? The thought of that made her blush again but also stimulated something in her.

She got up from the table and turned away from them so that she faced the bed. With hands that seemed to be controlled by someone else, Annabeth slowly removed the various layers of clothing to fold them neatly on the bed. As she did so, the other pair were treated to the sight of her perfect ass jiggling as she moved. When she turned back towards them, her hands instinctively went to cover herself: an arm across her breasts and a hand over her pussy. Taking a step nearer Gamal, eyes glowing a faint red, she removed her hands, so she was naked before him.

He was able to look Annabeth over from just a few feet away for a minute before she gave a devilish smile and walk to the bathroom. Kiyomi had a surprised and slightly scared look on her face. "Master, her eyes... They were glowing?" she asked Gamal in a whisper. The look he gave his servant told her that he had seen it as well. Kiyomi wondered just what they had unleashed...

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A chair was prepared in the bathing room with Gamal seated upon it, Annabeth astride him, and Kiyomi kneeling before both. At the moment, she was applying a lather to her Chosen's pussy with one hand while the other held a piece of obsidian glass. The blade on it was much, much sharper than the best metal razor. "Please remain call mistress," she said looking up for a moment. When she and Gamal had entered the bathroom, Annabeth was seemingly back to normal. It still worried the Arab girl...

As she sat on his lap with eyes closed, Annabeth could feel Gamal's hands gently stroking her thighs to keep them from trembling. He encouraged her to lean back against his chest while Kiyomi went to work. Appearing before him nude had been so easy that she wondered just what she might have been nervous about. So far Gamal had been the perfect gentleman and hadn't even gone to squeeze her bosoms. A sigh escaped her lips as a big hand moved until was stroking her belly gently as Kiyomi worked. "When did you decide that I should be yours and why?" she whispered softly as her head rested on Gamal's shoulder. "I am not arguing with you, I am just curious."

After a few more minutes, Kiyomi was finished and gently wiped Annabeth with a damp, warm cloth. As she did so, the Chosen gasped several times the touch of the cloth. "My apologies Mistress! Even though all went perfectly the skin is sensitive after the first this with the blade. I have an oil that if you allow me to apply it to you for a few days it feels much better." Not waiting for an answer, Kiyomi dip her index and middle fingers in a jar until they were lightly covered with oil. Annabeth gasped again when touched but this was more of a pleasurable sound then the before.

Gamal let it soak in for a minute or two before encouraging Annabeth back on her feet. When she was up, Kiyomi gathered up her things and the sheet that contain the now shaved hair before leaving the room. Once she was out, Gamal began removing his clothes until the priest was as naked as the priestess.

"Oh my...." the girl whispered as she saw him, while awake, for the first time naked. Her eyes took in his entire body: from his head down to his toes and stared, without realizing it, at the thing in between. Gamal looked.... perfect! If Annabeth had had a dream man, then this was it in flesh & blood. She wanted to touch his body all over to see if he was real, but she stopped herself. He was real she knew. Not only could she see him, her nose could smell that masculine scent. Did she have one that he could smell? Looking at his eyes she thought he might do the same survey of her that she was doing to him.

Stepping forward, then up on her toes with eyes shut her lips touched his as they exchanged a deep kiss of passion but perhaps of tenderness as well? Arms wrapped around the other, so their bodies pressed tight together. Annabeth knew she wanted him to take her here and now to put the fire that now burned in her. Perhaps he did so as well but something prevented her from going further.

"You are perfect. We are perfect," she whispered as their kiss ended but they kept hold of each other.
 
Gamal watched silently as Annabeth rose and moved to the bed, stripping off her clothes and neatly folding them on the mattress. She turned with a final gesture of modesty, her arms and hands attempting to hide her generous breasts and tempting mound. Then, with a flash of glowing red in her eyes, she cast aside the last vestiges of puritanism with almost a physical defiance. She moved gracefully toward the bathroom, and Kiyomi affirmed the vision he had seen in her eyes. It brought to mind something nagging at his memory, something he had seen in the temple, and he wondered if it was significant.

The two joined Annabeth in the bathroom, and Gamal took a seat to provide a base for the priestess to sit and expose herself to Kiyomi’s blade. His legs parted her legs and his hands steadied her thighs to help prevent an accident of sudden movement. When it seemed she had adjusted to what was happening, he allowed one hand to gently stroke her belly, urging her to lean back against his chest. At her urging, he told her how he had come to claim her. “The temple, its symbols and drawings, they told me everything about the Priest and the Priestess. The story of the Priest amazed me with how it matched my story, convincing me beyond doubt of my destiny. And the Priestess was part of that destiny, and that destiny led me to you. I knew I would have my Priestess, Annabeth, and in meeting you, I understood the wisdom of destiny in a more… personal way. I claim you as my priestess, Annabeth, and just as much, as my lover.”

The process finished, he urged her to her feet. As Kiyomi left the room, he slowly stripped off his clothes until he was as naked as Annabeth. He knew she had seen his body, even worshiped it in her dream state, but now she beheld him fully awake. He felt a surge as her eyes carefully inspected him, seeing not only no hesitation, but open hunger in her expression. She approached him and they embraced, sharing a passionate kiss that lingered in tenderness. He was almost as unwilling to release her as she was to let him go; finally he grinned down to her and moved her hands from around his torso. “Not yet,” he warned her lightly, “This is not the time. Let us practice our ritual, please.”

He moved to a cabinet and took out two wooden blocks, putting each on the floor a foot or so apart. Each was about half a foot or so tall and with a flat surface. Holding her hands to steady her, he helped her to step up upon each block, raising her so she was not quite so uneven with his height. He then drew out a large jar and a brush similar to an artist’s paint brush, if a bit broader. Opening the jar, he showed her black viscus gel-like liquid it contained. “This is similar to the paint that will be used in the ritual, if not exactly identical,” he told her, then moving behind her. “Now, hold your arms slightly out to your sides with your palms facing me, and tilt your head forward,” he directed.

He began with smooth strokes defining certain features of her back. He outlined her shoulder blades and painted a long stroke down her spine. He drew two curves to emphasize the rise of her buttocks and corresponding arcs where her thighs met the bottom swell of her ass. Returning to her neck he began to work more delicately at her nape, drawing symbols from the temple across her back, down either side. The brush was almost tickling, while leaving behind a sticky wetness with each pictogram. Her back fully decorated, he turned to each arm, painting runes down to her wrists on the sides facing him. Then he stooped and added two large symbols, one on each ass cheek. More signs were painted on the backs of her thighs, as far down as her knees.

He stood and put the paint aside. “Now stand still,” he ordered her. He leaned forward to that the symbol at the back of her neck pressed into his forehead. After a minute, she felt the backs of his hands meet her palms as their fingers intertwined. He moved against her, and now she understood why he had to be as naked as her. He moved against her back, molding his front to her back. His arms pressed against hers as he guided her hands with his to her hips, pulling himself to her. Her back was against his chest, her ass molded to his pelvis. He pulled her back so her legs were pressed to his thighs. She could feel his cock, thick but not erect, nestled in the valley between her buttocks, where she remembered there had been no paint. He held her in position for at least two minutes, then finally stepped away and released her hands.

As he came to stand before her, she could see the images of her back now displayed on his front, marks and symbols that undoubtedly mirrored what was on her back. The liquid had to be so thick, she realized, so it would transfer and copy to his body when they touched. “Shall we continue?” he smiled to her, taking the jar and brush again, and urging her to hold her pose. He started on her face, painting one symbol on each cheek. Then angled lines outlined her throat down to the top of her cleavage. At the base of each breast, he drew a curved line to mark the swells of her bosom, then twin circles around her nipples, and two more arcs evenly marking the distance from base to tip. He drew a small circle around her navel, and from just above her navel down to just above her cleft, he drew a large diamond similar to the symbol for goddess CleetOsMatenFookOs, with the navel circle enclosed at the top tip. He drew a pair of lines along each side of her rib cage and along the bony edge of her hips and pelvis. Then he returned to her neck, drawing symbols across her shoulders and upper chest. More decorated the fronts of her arms, the sides of her torso and in the bowl of her stomach. One on each side of her pelvis and one on her upper thighs astride her vulva. There were more symbols down her thighs in front to her knees.

He put the paint and brush aside again. His hand carefully circled her head and moved into her hair. He tilted her to the right and placed his cheek against her left, holding the position for a full minute; then he moved her head to face left and repeated the transfer from her other cheek to his. Releasing her, he stepped back, gave her a smile, and then turned his back to her, his open hands reaching to find hers, the back of her hands nested into his, their fingers twining together. “Now, it’s your turn,” he told her letting her hands press against his torso so her front was pressed into his back, for another image transfer. When he finally stepped away, both bodies were covered with identical markings and images, her front to his back and vice versa.

Gamal helped her to step down from the blocks, then he called out to Kiyomi, who came in from the other room. Gamal moved to stand on the blocks raising him significantly higher than Annabeth, which she thought curious, but also bringing his crotch even more to her attention than it already was. “Now it’s your turn,” Gamal smiled down to her, observing her coy but inescapable looks at his sexual equipment. Kiyomi brought her a stool so that Annabeth was even more eye-level with his cock and balls. Gamal’s organ was thickening and gradually rising before her gaze. Kiyomi was holding the paint jar and brush, urging the latter into Annabeth’s hand.

“Push his manhood against his belly so it is out of the way,” Kiyomi instructed her. “Now, draw a circle where his testicle sac meets his body. Now, a line from the top of the circle to the bottom, dividing the sac between his two testicles. Now a horizontal line from one side of the sac to the other.” Annabeth followed each direction carefully, thinking when she was finished that the thick black lines almost gave the impression of his balls encased in some kind of cache. Kiyomi gave more instructions. “Now, release his phallus. Draw a circle around the base. Now a circle around the crown, just before his smooth head. Now two more circles, evenly spaced between the first and last. Now a straight line along the top of his lance, from the base to his crown. Now two more lines along each side of his cock. Very good.” Now the cock, too, looked as if it were somehow encased in some leather harness. Gamal’s reaction as he was ‘decorated’ was clear, as his cock had grown harder while Annabeth made her paint strokes.

“That’s it,” Gamal smiled as he descended from his perch. “Well done. I think this part of the ritual will proceed without a problem.” Kiyomi was putting the lid back on the paint jar, now over half empty, and replacing the equipment in the cupboard. “Fortunately, this mixture, while it is similar to the ritual paint, will wash off. Kiyomi will get the bath ready so we can clean up.” He stood naturally before her, like some Greek statue, comfortable in his nakedness, the paint seeming to make his nakedness more obscene than natural nudity would. And he couldn’t help but have the same thoughts about her.

Kiyomi retured with hot water buckets she poured into the bathtub, adding soap powder than gave the water a surface of playful bubbles as the tub filled. “Shall we?” he extended a hand, steadying her as she entered the tub one leg at a time. She realized she wasn’t really surprised when he stepped in behind her. His hands under her arms eased her down into the bath, while he slipped down behind her. Her lower body was nestled between his legs and he eased her back against his chest. She could feel his hard cock against the small of her back. His arms circled about her and before long his hands, soapy from the bubbles, were gently washing away the ink from her shoulders and arms. They then stroked over her breasts, making her nipples harden until they almost hurt, until his fingers washed at the ink, making her arch back and sigh with pleasure. Just as she thought she could stand it no longer, his hands left her breasts; one at her shoulder pushed her forward, so she was nearly face into the water, while his other moved across and down her back, sensuously rubbing clean her back, down to her ass. He also cleaned off her arms before he pulled her back against his chest. Now his hands stretched to rub the paint from her thighs, rising slowly from her knees until he reached her pudenda, giving her newly shaved and sensitive labia a brushing caress as he moved up to her pelvis and stomach, washing away those traces of ink.

He was pulling her back, but not against his chest this time, but turning her body so her side was against him, her back supported in the crook of one arm. She could gaze up into his face as he used his other hand, with a light film of soap, to caress one cheek of her inkstain, and then the other. Each swipe of his fingers was a sensual torment, causing her head to lean back with her lips open, until he leaned down to possess them with his. He body squirmed in his arms, her hands going to caress his chest as her hips writhed against his still solid erection. She pushed demandingly against his chest, using it as an anchor to twist her body around until she was facing him, her legs outside of his, and her pussy rubbing insistently along his cock. His hands fell to grasp at her ass, welcoming her touch while rubbing away the markings on her butt. But she insistently tried to scoot herself higher along his cock trying to bring his head against her entrance.

“No,” Gamal said weakly, and then more insistently, “No!” His hands gripped her hips and pushed her back from his crotch, causing a surge of water to splash out of the tub and soak the floor. “Not now!” he said, almost desperately. “This is not the time!” She trembled as his hands kept her away from the touch she was so craving, then she seemed to visibly surrender. “Not now,” she sighed. Then she reached to his sides and pulled at him. “But you must be clean, too.”

Still uncertain about her, Gamal allowed himself to be twisted to lie on his front below her, and she straddled his ass and began to wash his back and neck. He knew her touch was sensuous and he was still throbbing, but he assumed with his genitals underneath him he was safe. She leaned down against his back, moving her arms around under him to wash his chest, arms, and neck. She licked at one side of his face, making him moan slightly, then washed both side free of the symbols. Soon she was kissing her way down his spine, her hands underneath rubbing his stomach, his sides, his hips. She was rubbing her face against his firm ass just at the surface of the water, while her hands brushed up and down his thighs both front and back. Her hands on his thighs rose higher and higher.

“There’s paint here, too,” she whispered, almost a giggle. Gamal knew this was dangerous, but he allowed her to urge his hips to rise, on his knees on the tub floor with her face against his buttocks. She was teasing his ass with ticklish kisses while her hands reached around. She massaged his ballsac with fingers that rubbed along the lines she had painted, caressing gently. Gamal’s hands gripped the sides of the tub and he groaned, feeling her other hand, slick with soap, surround his cock, not quite able to encircle his girth but stroking up and down, grasping with tight pressure to inflame his own need. “No,” he protested, but weakly; her virginity was not in question, but his arousal was almost out of control. He grunted aloud as her hand stroked ever more insistently, until it turned into a lasting groan. Within her grasp she could feel his cock pulse and spasm, until streams of his essence splattered into the water before him.

Gamal arched his back, his arms straightened against the tub as he rose on his knees, gasping to the pleasure of his orgasm. After long seconds of bliss, he twisted around to Annabeth’s saucy smile. “You vixen,” he called her, but his smile was playful. “You’ll pay for this,” he threatened, twisting around so he was under her but facing up, his hands gripping at her waist and ass to pull her up along his body, onto his chest with her legs astraddle. His hands reached to grasp her breasts and massage them purposefully, renewing the throbbing in her nipples as he massaged them mercilessly. His hands encircled her generous orbs and pulled her down to his lips, replacing his manual caresses with oral ones. One hand pressed into her back to imprison her boob against his mouth, while his other slipped down to pull at her rear. A finger slipped between her thighs and teased at the tight virginal entrance, rubbing without violating. Then he released her tits and pulled at her ass with both hands, sliding her up his chest until her thighs surrounded his head. He leaned forward to use his tongue against her vulva, teasing her labia and flicking his tongue at her clit. One hand held her in place behind her ass; the other rose to continue his play at her breasts and nipples. His touch at her pussy was rougher, perhaps, than Kiyomi’s, but his eagerness and dedication, and the miasma of sexual excitement surrounding them made it as effective. Annabeth’s fingers clenched at his shoulders as she arched and whimpered, her body tensing through her own long-delayed climax.

Afterwards, she fell back, and both of them simply lay and recovered their strength in what was left of the bathwater. Eventually Annabeth felt Gamal’s hands reaching to hers, helping her regain her feet and pulling her into his arms. Someone - she realized it was Kiyomi - was behind her and draped a towel over her shoulders. The Asian woman clucked her tongue scoldingly and fixed Gamal with a hard stare. “She is still intact?” she asked, and Gamal nodded. “I’m not sure I am, but her virginity remains.”
 
Annabeth laid in bed with Kiyomi snuggled beside her, sound asleep. As for herself, all that had happened that day, especially in the evening, had gotten her emotions racing too much to sleep.

Annabeth was shocked, pleasantly it seemed, that she could be so free with exposing her body to Gamal and then the rest. She felt both a grin and redness come to her cheeks at the kissing and touching and how she made his... Feeling strength and harness in his length and to know it was she who encouraged it to be that way created incredible feelings within her. When she tried to force his cock to break her barrier... The pure lust that flowed through her body should have scared her but instead, it excited her even more. Gamal, she knew, had wanted her and had to force himself not to claim what was his.

'What was his'. Just that thought sent a pleasurable tingle through Annabeth's body. His talk about the priest and priestess, their destiny, and more had seemed unbelievable but now Annabeth knew it had to be true. Gamal was THE man for her. There wasn't love, yet, but she just knew they were matched for each other. Images of his strong, brown body entwinned with her lush, pale one fucking, loving, just being with each other filled her dreams as she finally drifted off to sleep.

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The ladies were awakened early the next morning because a busy day was to be had. Their ship would be docking within an hour or two at the obscure port that Gamal had mentioned to Annabeth the previous day. So, everything had to be packed away for the transfer to a boat that would be taking them up the Nile.

Kiyomi fixed them a quick breakfast of flat bread, hummus, and eggs that they could eat as they worked. Kiyomi packing their things into a trunk while Annabeth worked next door did the same with all the research notes that had been brought along. She stopped for a moment to look at a set of pages that she had worked months on back at the museum. It was to be a report that she would've submitted in the remote hope to have be accepted and published. Flipping through the pages, Annabeth recalled the hours she had put in to make it perfect and knowing it wouldn't matter in the end. With a casual toss into the trunk and a slight shake of her head showed what she thought of it now.

She had realized how insignificant such things were now. Words on paper to impress men who could've cared less. Following that, a marriage to a man she didn't respect, or even like, who would give her the pox. That was gone now. Her future would start with the rest of this journey and whatever was to come with being a priestess. Then she would have Gamal and Gamal would have her. Hands pressed the fabric of the rob along her belly and thighs as Annabeth tried to imagine his cock inside of her. It would hurt at first she had heard but after... Well that was when the magic happened!

After the ritual was completed, she and Gamal, Kiyomi too, could go anywhere she assumed. The thought of going where they pleased by day and nights of unending passion made her sigh with satisfaction.

"Are you done Mistress?" Kiyomi called to her and brought Annabeth back to the present.

"Nearly!" she said as she scooped the last of the papers and books into the trunk. Six books and writing tools. That was all she needed. The rest could be burned or dumped before they left on their adventures after her role as a priestess was done.

"Let us get dressed to be proper 'wives' for Gamal." That drew laughter from both.

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Even after the ship docked at Ras El Mar both stayed in their cabin until Azim gestured for them to follow him.

As befitting proper Muslim wives, Annabeth and Kiyomi were covered in robes. A hijab for their hair, and a niqab over their face so only a slit for their eyes showed. To be safe, Kiyomi had painted the area around Annabeth's eyes and hands a light brown to hide her pale skin. They couldn't do anything about the blue color of her eyes so they would just have to be careful.

Going down the gangway was tricky because of the long robes around their feet but neither fell. From what little Annabeth could see, the port was barely big enough to take their steamer and the Nile boat at the same time. She heard lots of shouting as cargo was transferred to the smaller boat. Until that was done, Azim shepherded the two off to a side and out of the way. Fortunately it was under a bit of shade because Annabeth was finding out that being under all this cloth could be rather warm.

"It won't be much longer," Kiyomi whispered to her.

"I should so," Annabeth whispered back.

They both then got a glare from Azim who then gave a slight nod in another direction. Annabeth squinted and then gasped softly because just landing from another boat was small party of British troops escorting a couple of civilians. Gamal had warned that there might be inspectors, but Annabeth had thought they would appear when they were on the Nile itself. The civilians were talking to some official type people, probably the managers or owners of the dock, while the troops separated in pairs to drift around the area.

Kiyomi suddenly grabbed Annabeth's hand and squeezed. That made her look up and squeeze back as she saw what the warning was about: two redcoats were coming their way! Without moving her head, she looked around for Gamal. There! He had joined the managers to talk with the civilians. That meant that the girls and Azim were on their own.

As the two soldiers drew closer, Annabeth half closed her eyes and looked down to try and hide the eye color. From the accents, they were both English with one older than the other.

".... ever wonder what was under all that getup?" The younger asked. "These are the gent's wives so they should be young an sweet."

The older chuckled. "Dona know about that laddie. First one might but they arrange wives and such. other one might be a da's old maid daughter. Dona get curious either, peeking is an easy way to git your throat slit. By the lady no less. They be as dangerous as the men folk."

Annabeth just knew there would be a smile on Kiyomi's face from that remark. The older soldier sounded like he had been away from home a long time and build up plenty of experience. Suddenly the older started asking Azim simple questions in a very accented and but understandable Arabic. Questions about an English girl with red hair that was missing and had he heard or seen anything regarding her? Also, that there was a fair-sized reward in gold for her return. Azim answer in very short, very curt negatives.

The older doffed his cap to the ladies before walking away.

"Wonder what the story is on that," the younger asked. "If found, send her back not under arrest but under arrest and keep quiet regardless."

"Not ours to ask laddie. Just some high born decided to be a doxy probably. Family wants to avoid a scandal in the news. And do keep quiet. You wouldn't want to be transferred to some godforsaken island in the South Atlantic, do you?"

It seemed as if everything had passed muster because Azim grunted a command for the ladies to follow him to the boat. As she shuffled along, Annabeth realized she hadn't had a single thought about pulling off the veil and announcing herself to the soldiers. It would have been so easy to do so and do it quickly enough that Azim and Kiyomi couldn’t have stopped her. This was a final goodbye to her previous life. With a hidden smile, she stepped on to the Nile boat.

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Sue to the smaller size of the boat, Gamal would be sleeping in their cabin with them. When he had announced that, Kiyomi and Annabeth both grinned and whispered questions and answers. Like: Does he snore? Occasionally but a kiss to his nose usually quieted him down. When Gamal asked them what they were talking about, they just glanced at him, and turned back giggling. He left the quarters shaking his head.

Annabeth, still robed, eventually joined him on deck as they passed through Cairo. She had been on a boat that rode the Thames through London, but this was very different. Cairo seemed.... older and the smells and noises so much different. When they were in sight of the Pyramids, Gamal gave her a telescope so she could see them in a bit better detail. She made a promise aloud that they would be back to visit the ancient monuments up close.

After a simple meal, they all went to bed early with Gamal in the center and the ladies on each side. As usual, they all slept naked to enjoy the cool night air with a simple sheet covering them.

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After a few hours of sleep, Annabeth's eyes fluttered open. What had woken her was the different sounds and vibrations of the boat compared with the ship that she had gotten used to. A smile appeared on her lips as she lifted her head and saw that her companions were both fast asleep. Leaning on her elbow, she looked down at Gamal's sleeping body as a tingle went up her spine. This was her man and she was his woman. Would he be the father of her children and she the mother of his that would suckle at her breasts. Of course, that hadn't been discussed.... but she just knew their children would be perfect.

As her gaze drifted down his body, it became focused on the spot of the sheet that hid his manhood. Annabeth remember what had happened in the bath and blushed slightly at how...determined she had been. Feeling the strength and hardness of Gamal in her hand she so wanted to feel that length inside her. It would have to wait though because of the ritual and the requirement that she be a virgin. Afterwards... Afterwards Gamal and she would have no barriers, no stopping their enjoyment of each other.

If she wasn't allowed to have him inside of her, it would be acceptable if she at least took a close look? She carefully moved down the bed, trying to avoid waking the other two, until she knelt at Gamal's hips. Her own pussy became moistened as she gently moved the sheet aside to see his beautiful cock. In her inexperience, she didn't know that it was semi-hard due to the dreams he was having about the lusty sex between them.

When she bent lower to get a closer look at his cock, she noticed that there was a drop of liquid on the very tip. It was his sperm she knew. The previous night she had felt the thick jets of it erupt from him. The force had felt amazing and it was naughty, but Annabeth wish she had seen how far it could've shot into the air. Lowering her head further, she took a careful sniff of the musky smell before the tip of her tongue tasted the drop. It was...different and indescribable but far from objectionable.

In his sleep, the sensation of Annabeth's tongue on the head of his cock caused it to twitch, and it began to rise and stiffen before her amazed eyes.

She watched as Gamal's cock grew, rising from its half-erect state, as its tissues filled with blood, until the entire organ was engorged with blood. At full erection, standing at a rakish angle from his loins. Annabeth's eyes widened as she now saw, close-up, his completely hard, long & thick cock, waiting for her.
Temptation getting the best of her, she put her hand around the thick circumference of the length to feel the heat. A gentle squeeze caused the head of his cock to mushroom and a soft moan escaped Gamal's lips.

Quickly releasing him, Annabeth waited for him to wake but incredibly, he didn't. She didn't know it, but her eyes flashed red for several seconds before fading. A smile...a smile that didn't seem to fit her face appeared as she lowered her head with lips parting.

For several seconds she just savored the taste of him before her tongue slowly circled it. Without realizing it, one hand went between her own thighs to rub her erect clit while the other stroked the shaft up and down. Annabeth was inexperienced but instinctively seemed to know what to do. Taking more of him into her mouth, then throat her nose brushed against Gamal's sparse pubic hair before pulling her head back up. Applying a sucking as she did so. Annabeth began to repeat this as pleasurable noises came from her throat as her fingers increased her own passion.

When her free hand cupped his heavy balls to give them a gentle squeeze, she felt his body shifting slightly under her. When she pulled her mouth fully off his cock, Annabeth looked up to see his eyes opening and mouth trying to form words. Grinning, she twirled her tongue, with Gamal watching, around the glistening head before she took him all in again. This time moving her head faster up and down.

Gamal was saying something, and his hands were attempting to grasp her head but then her hand felt his balls jerk and his back arch as an almost wounded cry escape his lips.... Her fingers rubbing her clit to draw her own....

Jet after jet of the thick, salty liquid filled Annabeth's mouth as fast as she could swallow it. Her body shuddering from her own release. Both her hands wrapped around his cock, milking it, drawing all his seed into her. A drop leaking from the corner of her mouth. She suckled him until he finally stopped flowing and then cleaned the tip before allowing the spent shaft to lay his thigh.

Kiyomi looked at her and Annabeth looked back with a satisfied smile on her lips. Her tongue reaching out to capture the drop of cum that tried to escape. They both them looked down at Gamal who had an expression that she had never seen before and didn't know what it meant. It didn't matter though as she laid back down to snuggle close to her priest.

"Did you enjoy? The priestess giving her priest a taste of the pleasures we shall share soon enough." As Annabeth smiled at Gamal, her eyes glowed a fiery red that only vanished when she closed them to sleep.
 
Gamal had chosen Ras El Mar carefully. It was a small port with a minimal British presence. The port management was assigned to a local who Gamal knew was, if needed, easily bribed. It was not needed, however. Gamal had carefully forged papers to satisfy any officialdom. His cover was that he was taking agricultural supplies to Khartoum to help set up irrigation fields to make the fortress there less dependent on supplies from down river. There were over a dozen crates identical to the one that held the Orb, full of shovels, construction wood, and seeds. The port manager examined the documents and waved his approval.

He was a little worried when another small vessel also docked as the crates were being transferred to the riverboat. A couple of British civilians debarked, accompanied by half a dozen uniformed soldiers. The civilians were apparently VIPs on a mission of their own, something about surveying upstream for a possible dam or some such. They were staying overnight in town before catching their own boat. Gamal was questioned, but his story was acceptable to them, and his stories of being with Gordon at the siege of Khartoum further won them over. Gamal remained casual as a pair of soldiers wandered down the dock toward Annabeth and Kiyomi, but nothing worrisome occurred and the party soon went on their way. Within an hour, their riverboat was loaded and Gamal and his two women were safely in their cabin as the riverboat began to chug upriver.

By afternoon, they were moving through Cairo, the last real hurdle to be faced. A British riverboat came alongside for inspection, but the forged paperwork and a look at a Gamal’s blueprints for an irrigation canal and agricultural fields satisfied the inspectors. Annabeth and Kiyomi and were on the deck, waiting for a look at the Pyramids, and again Gamal was gratified that Annabeth made no attempt to plea for rescue. He was satisfied she had cast her fate now with them and her prophecy.

Later that night, as they shared a bed in their cabin, he had more demonstration of how much Annabeth had evolved in a few short days. He awoke from an erotic dream to find an even-more salacious reality, as the prim British lady sucked his cock to ejaculation. Once again he saw the red eyes as she snuggled and teased him before drifting off to sleep.

The next four days seemed uneventful. The trio spent most of the time in their cabin, practicing the language of the ancient temple and enjoying their pleasures. On the second day, they docked for a couple hours at a town named Wodi Halfa to refuel the boat. Kiyomi insisted on going up on deck, and Annabeth, with Gamal busy checking with the local dock master, insisted on accompanying her. Dressed again in their head-to-toe covering, Annabeth was surprised when another woman from shore called out to Kiyomi, who waved back and invited the woman to come aboard. Carefully to screen themselves, they formed a small circle and the woman passed a small cloth bag to Kiyomi. “You are sure this is the one?” Kiyomi asked the woman.

“It has the flaw,” the other woman said confidently. “Otherwise it is perfect. The sheik considered it damaged and bargained it away for a few nights of entertainment,” she assured Kiyomi, one of her eyes giving a wink. Kiyomi slipped the bag under her own garments and bid the woman farewell.

Later when they returned to their cabin, Annabeth asked her about the woman and the bag. “It is a gift for my master, a pearl of great value. Please do not tell him. I do not wish to spoil the surprise.” She swore Annabeth to secrecy and hid the little bag among her private things.

That night as they were back underway, the three were again naked in bed, with Gamal between the two women who were both teasing his pelvis with kisses. He was responding reliably, with his cock growing hard and thick, angling up and back toward his belly. Annabeth moved toward it with her mouth, but Kiyomi stopped her. She pressed his erection against his stomach and covered it with both hands. “No,” she insisted to the pouting Englishwoman. “Tonight you will give eh-oosh… here.” She nodded toward Gamal’s ball sac. “With your mouth and fingers, pleasure him here, until I say otherwise.”

It was a different challenge, but Annabeth embraced it willingly. With the tip of her tongue, she explored and teased the rough wrinkled surface of his sac, probing downward to the separation between the two inner balls. She licked at the tiny hairs that decorated parts of his testicles. (Why doesn’t he have to shave? she thought petulantly, recalling her own denuding.) Pursing her lips to engulf each side, sucking lightly. “Fingers!” Kiyomi insistedly hissed at her, and she used her fingers to carefully massage him.

After what seemed like quite a while, Kiyomi called a halt to her specific ministrations. “You have done well,” she smiled at Annabeth and removed one of her hands from the lower half of Gamal’s prick. She heard Gamal utter a hearty endorsement of Kiyomi’s judgement. “Now feast,” she invited her, and Annabeth began to lick and kiss all of his cock she could reach, although frustrated that she could not get to the top and the savory beads that were undoubtedly being offered. Kiyomi sensed her frustration and leaned over with a giggle to give Annabeth a little kiss and tongue tease to her ear. “Do you remember my master’s name?” she asked lightly. “His full name?”

Annabeth had to think a moment, remembering that, before her kidnapping he had told her, but afterwards in her anger she had reverted to just ‘Gamal.’ She paused her licking for just a moment to reply. “Uba. Uba Mumti,” she said with a moment’s hesitation. “Do you know what it means?” Kiyomi whispered. Annabeth only shook her head, not willing to release her kiss to his staff to indicate the negative. “Uba means ‘scepter,’ “ Kiyomi told her, again with a giggle, “and Mumti means ‘strong.’ I wonder if his parents understood how appropriate they named him, eh?” With that, Kiyomi finally uncovered his cock, slipping her hand underneath it to raise it off his stomach and allow Annabeth to eagerly engulf him in her lips.

Uba did not succumb so easily, however, and with Kiyomi’s help they twisted Annabeth so her loins were riding his face and his tongue pleasured her pussy while she plunged her mouth down his shaft. Her climax came soon, and her cries vibrated along her throat to tease his cock, triggering a flow of semen within her. Then he stretched his arms to her shoulders to pull her back, forcing her to relinquish his scepter even as his tongue continued to ravish her pudenda. In her place, Kiyomi moved to sit astride his waist. Annabeth used her hand to position his cockhead in place, then watched with fascination the close-up view of his ‘strong scepter’ pushing aside her tight entrance to plunge into her depths. She watched as her friend bounced enthusiastically on the stout shaft gleaming with the combination of all their juices. Uba’s hands gripped Annabeth’s ass, moving her as he desired to worship her with lips and tongue. A finger teased her anus to add to her sensations. Climaxes rocked all three more than once.

Two days later they refueled again, this time at Khartoum. No ‘agricultural’ supplies were unloaded. Instead, the boat took a turn to port, heading into the Blue Nile. Annabeth had at least one more sex session where she was limited to pleasing only Gamal’s testicles. She thought it curious, but was offered no explanation. The sex always ended up glorious, but the Priestess remained virginal.
 
One morning the three were awakened earlier than by a loud knock on the cabin door by Azim. Gamal quickly disentangled himself from the girls and pulled on a robe before going out to converse with his servant. In the meantime, both girls sat up and were running fingers through their hair to pull out tangles. Kiyomi noticed the smile of satisfaction on Annabeth's face and grinned.

"See? I told you that you would enjoy pleasures with my master. I suspect he enjoys them greatly as do I." That was a true statement. Not just because of the passions she enjoyed with Annabeth but also with Gamal. While they had had sex on occasion, both enjoying it, it was now every night, usually with several times a night. She did wonder what it was going to be like when her master and her friend did not have to hold back and could truly make love. The desire was plainly visible in both their faces, but the ritual had to come first.

The pair where still in bed when Gamal came back in to explain that the river journey was almost over. Within the hour the boat would be docking at a small village where the orb would be unloaded, and they would ride camels to the village of the ritual. With the gods favor, they should reach their destination by the next morning, but they would have to hurry.

Annabeth caught the worried glances between the other two and realized what it meant. "The ritual, it is soon?" she asked softly. A sudden shiver of fear travelling up her spine from the unknown that still ruled most of it. Gamal and Kiyomi had prepared her for it but she knew there were things that they had left out. Or perhaps they didn't know?"

"Yes," Kiyomi said, taking her friend's hand. "It will be the day after tomorrow with you as the priestess as was foretold long ago. In the short time you have been with us you have become a different person Annabeth. One that seeks to fulfill her destiny. I am honored to have helped you to be able to reach for it."

"As am I my priestess." The smile Gamal gave her nearly melted Annabeth's heart. Reaching out with her arms, she pulled them all into an embrace that all three embraced.

Annabeth then gave Gamal a light kiss followed by one for Kiyomi. "Thank you, my priest and my friend."

Then they broke apart to get ready for the docking.

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The village was small and remote enough that it didn't seem like many stopped there. As before, the girls were dressed head to toe is robes and veils. Once they were outside of the village though, Gamal had said that they could lose the veils. However, he warned Annabeth to be careful about the sun because with her fair skin she might get burned far easier than the others.

When she saw the trunk that contained all the notes and such from her work on the orb Annabeth quietly ask Azim to bring Gamal over to them. "I know we are pressed for time, but I wish to relieve some of the burden of luggage," she said softly. "In the trunk from the work room could you retrieve the copy of Iliad & Odyssey? Also, a leather satchel of sorts that contains a quantity of writing paper and utensils. I believe the book can fit in of the side pockets. As for the rest, it can be burned." She smiled under the veil at the looks she was getting. "I shan't be needing it because the 'riddle of the orb' is solved and its.... from the past and from a person I guess doesn't exist anymore so why bring it along?"

Gamal gave her careful look before nodding and going back to supervising the unloading. Eventually the party moved out of the village to where the camels were waiting. Annabeth noticed that all the men, including Gamal were armed with rifles and ammunition. An eyebrow went up at seeing a revolver handed to Kiyomi.

"My master wants me to carry a weapon so I can protect you while he and the rest of the men protect us," Kiyomi said, checking the cylinder before snapping it back into place. "It is unlikely that we will encounter any bandits but it’s good to be prepared just in case."

"Father allowed me to practice a little with a rifle. I am not very good but..." Her voice trailed off at the shake of her friend's head.

"No, you are one of the treasures so are to be protected at all costs Annabeth. So, if there is trouble, lay on the ground and allow us to do our duty. As the priest, my master should do so as well, but he will not."

"Not unless Azim sits on him," Annabeth said and drew giggled from them both.

"Now I will instruct you on how to ride a camel properly!" Kiyomi said, grabbing her hand to lead her away.

And teach her they did! Annabeth was surprised that she didn't fall off when the camel reared up on his legs. Of course, she knew how to ride horses, but they were totally different in how to control them. As they started off, Kiyomi stayed next to her to offer corrections so that Annabeth was a bit more comfortable. When the camel offered HIS suggestions her 'Shut up you!' drew laughter from the others.

The trek was long and got hotter as the sun rose to its zenith and the heat shimmered off the ground. Eventually the leader called a halt allow the camels and humans to rest for a bit until sun fell a bit. Most sat in the shade of their mounts and took naps or a light lunch of flat bread, olive oil, dates, and water. As for Annabeth, she sat and rubbed her areas of her thighs where they rubbed against the camel. Even though she didn't wear the veil, she and Kiyomi had kept rest of their covering on to protect from the sun. Including a scarf that could be draw across the face, so they didn't breathe in the dust.

Then the leader called out and they were off again until sunset when camp was made. It would be a couple of circles of camels with a campfire in the middle. Pieces of fire roasted lamb and olives wrapped in bread were handed out. Most of the men spread out blankets to sleep on while a few made crude lean-to's facing the fire. The ladies shared a tent that was small enough that it required them to cuddle together. Not that either minded! Also, for the first time, they didn't sleep naked but were fully dressed.

It had been a long, exhausting day so both fell asleep quickly...

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Walking through a forest.

That was the first thing Annabeth realized. The second was that the mists were so dense that she could only see a few feet in any direction. Oh, and the third was that her body was naked and was covered in the designs Gamal had painted on. Except these drawings weren't done in ink, they were done in something that was the embodiment of electricity because the way her skin tingled.

She kept walking along a trail made of what felt like soft, mossy ground that was slightly damp under her feet. There were no sounds, but she knew there was 'something' nearby. Soon Annabeth came to a curtain of moss that seemed to shimmer with a golden light. Not hesitating, she pushed through to other side to find that the visibility was a little better here.

As she looked around, she saw that she was an amphitheater made of a glassy black stone that was covered in engravings that glowed a soft, golden color. Even the stone under foot was like that. Kneeling for a moment, Annabeth began to recite the text fluently even though she had only heard a few words of it before. That she had never heard more than that didn't seem to surprise her at all. She just smiled, stood, and proceeded to center of the amphitheater where stood a 'bed' made of the same, but thicker, moss of the trail that led here. Annabeth knelt in the very center and repeated the words that she had spoken before laying down with limbs spread.

It seemed like mere moments and at the same time, hours before the surface trembled slightly. With her eyes closed, Annabeth lay silently as she felt something that seemed to flow underneath her body. If she looked, she would have seen ripples in the soft surface undulating all around until from between her legs a snake's head pushed through surface.

Silently, its flowed out until it loomed over Annabeth with glowing red eyes. Its body as thick as a python but the head as big as a human's. When she opened her own eyes, shing red as well, opened but a look a fear didn't show in her face. A smile came to her lips as her moved slightly, as if getting more comfortable. When her tongue flicked out, the snake's did as well. With another smile she said "FailosTatenRoonos".

At that, the snake lowered itself to level of her bare pussy as if sniffing, then its forked tongue flickered out several times to taste the juices that dripped from it. Annabeth's fingers grasped the soft surface as she tried to hold still as the snake moved up the length of her body. It stopped briefly as its tongue grew large enough to lick both breasts at the same time which drew a whimper from its offering. Further it moved, the touch of the moving scales on the little clit caused her body to shudder, until its mouth was inches from her face.

Annabeth opened her glowing eyes to lock her gaze on the other set. Hands came up to caress the snake's body just body its head as she raised her head up until her lips touched it. The snake pushed its tongue, smaller now, into Annabeth's welcoming one in the parody of a passionate kiss. Both legs came up to wrap around the snake while her hips moved back forth as if trying to mate. Low growls of lust came from her throat until the snake pulled away to dive through the surface to come up again. It did that several times until Annabeth was all but wrapped by its body.

As the snake constricted and then released her body, Annabeth's seemed to move in time with it. Gasps and moans and whimpers came from her lips as her hands and legs attempted hold that heavy, muscled length to her. Its tongue seemed to caress parts of her skin better than any human's. Suddenly, she cried out when the tongue returned to her soaked pussy. First one, a second, and then a third orgasm erupted and left her almost sobbing from the strength.

Suddenly, the tip of the tail appeared at her lips. Annabeth's hand took hold to steady it so she could begin to lick it like she had done with Gamal's cock. With this, it was done with the passion and lust of a woman with her favorite lover. The snake seemed to enjoy it because it forced its tail in and out of her mouth like a cock to her joy.

At the same time, the snake's head was between her thighs, alternating between bathing her pussy and the round cheeks of her ass. Annabeth arched her body when the tongue dipped between her cheeks to probe at the little rosebud of her anus. A grown of please came from her throat at this incredible new feeling. She was so busy experiencing that and the pseudo-cock that she didn't notice the forks of the tongue growing and firmness until each was a hard length pressing on her anus and vagina. By the time Annabeth realized it, the coils of the snake held her tight before the tongue reared back and plunged into her!

The area was filled with a scream of pain and pleasure when both entry points were fully packed and as deep as the forks could go. Each wriggled in her before beginning to quickly piston in and out in time with the tail at her mouth. Annabeth couldn't orgasm at first because of the sheer volume of sensations that threatened to blow her brain apart. When she finally did cum, the orgasms came in waves, faster and faster, until it was one continuous orgasm. Until....

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With a gasp, Annabeth woke up!

There was a wild look in her eyes she glanced around the tent, but nothing was out of place. Kiyomi was slumbering next to her, dawn hadn't broken yet. It was just a dream. Closing her eyes, she willed her racing heart to slow down.

It was just a dream she told herself again. Deep in her mind though, it didn’t feel like one. It felt...real. And to her shock, she liked it. The whole thing. Annabeth liked it and wished to have it! In another shock, she didn't think it was wrong either.

As she closed her eyes again, she smiled.
 
The village where they off-loaded the riverboat was named Sennar. Officially they were no longer in Egypt, but the Sudan. There was no pier there; instead the shoreline was gently sloped and mostly of soft river mud. A half dozen small fishing craft were pulled partly out of the river on the shore, and there was enough space for the flat prow of the riverboat to approach the shore and clear the water enough to lower gangplanks to the land. Four stout men of Gamal’s party hoisted the Orb crate with shoulder planks to carefully carry the container to shore. The rest of the party, including the two covered women followed on foot. They met a few more men who had secured camels and a small wagon for the remainder of their trip.

As they neared the edge of the town, Gamal noted a camp, an area of tents and fires just outside of town, and asked one of his men about it. The rugged arab spat into the ground and muttered, “The British. They camped here a week ago. Four of them go out every day with scopes of some sort to survey the land. They talk about diverting the river to make a reservoir for crops. There are eight soldiers with them, to protect them from ‘bandits.’ Apparently they think their scopes are valuable to the likes of us. They keep to themselves, so far.”

Gamal shook his head in quiet disgust. “How many generations must we live under the rule of invaders,” he muttered. “The British are only the latest. The French, the Ottomans, all the way back to the Romans. It will end, soon.” Once they were settled on their rides, the men uncovered their rifles and swords. Defense against bandits, they claimed. While Gamal was busy organizing the trek and keeping watch for dangers, he still caught glimpses of Annabeth learning to ride her camel, efforts which made him smile frequently as she gradually learned the techniques. Riding a camel, for most arabs, was a bit similar to riding a horse side-saddle, which Annabeth may have experienced in Britain but soon rejected, preferring to ride astride as males did. Kiyomi giggled as Annabeth traded insults with her mount, as did most of the men who heard it.

They rode most of the day, excepting a rest during the hottest part, then a few more hours into the dusk before camping for the night. They awoke early, before dawn, to begin again, riding through deep valleys beside high bluffs, until by mid-morning they reached the village of Mok-waar, the home of Aziz and their last destination. The village was mostly tents, several of them elaborate constructs of animal skins with wooden frames. In the center of the village was a well, where women gathered to raise water in animal skin containers which they poured into buckets that were then carried to two of the larger tents. Kiyomi led Annabeth to one of the large tents, where several other young women gathered around a large tub of water. “This is the Harem of Twelve,” Kiyomi introduced the group. “I am honored to be one of their number; while the rest are all natives of the village, they welcomed me to their ranks for my service to my master.”

The women were all stripping off their robes and splashing themselves with water to wash off the dust of their labors. Kiyomi joined them and urged Annabeth to do the same. “We must cleanse ourselves for the rituals to come,” she told her. “We have the dust of our journey to wash away.” Once they were washed and dried with towels weaved of sheep fleece, the Twelve dressed themselves in purple robes that were buttoned in front and had hoods. Annabeth was given an identical robe, except it was pure white. All the women put on sandals and sat around waiting. “We will be summoned soon for the procession to the temple,” Kiyomi told her.

It wasn’t long before they heard a horn blast that echoed through the valley, causing the women to gather up and exit their tent. They were greeted by a procession of the Council of Twelve, the men now dressed in black robes of the same style as the women of the Harem of Twelve. Four of the men were shouldering the crate with the Orb. They were led by two men with ram horns they blew to announce their procession. They were followed by Gamal in a similar robe that was a maroon color. Behind the crate, two more men marched, followed by Annabeth leading the rest of the women in two columns, and finally followed by the last of the men.

The procession marched out of the village and deeper into the valley for about half a mile. They ended up in a valley defined on either side by two sheer sandstone bluffs. Ahead of them was the rim of a large sinkhole. It was almost a perfect crater into the depths, and as she neared it, Annabeth could see it had a spiral ledge around its walls that led down to an opening at its nadir. The ledge was wide enough for the men to carry the orb crate all the way down to the opening. Those men not carrying the crate or the two ram horns were carrying long branches with the ends wrapped in cloth, and as they reached the opening at the bottom of the sink hole, they produced glowing sticks they used to light the torches to guide their way into the darkness.

Underground, the torches guided their path along four twisting slanted hallways that led them even deeper into the earth. The last tunnel opened into a larger, mostly rectangular room which they entered from one of the narrower ends. The room stretched out before them, with torches in position along the walls, which the men lit from their carried torches to illuminate the room. Annabeth could see that the walls were covered with ancient symbols mixed in with a few paintings. Besides the tunnel they used to enter, there were two more openings to tunnels to the left and right. Ahead of them was a long platform, almost an altar that looked about eight feet long and four wide, covered with a soft camel-fur. Beyond the altar the room ended in a curved wall that formed a semi-circle. Along the half circle were painted black silhouettes of standing figures - a dozen of them side-by-side.

Gamal pointed to the left and the procession of men turned to carry the crate with them as they moved into the dark passage lit by their carried torches. Gamal nodded to the women and the altar. “We will return soon. Meanwhile, it is time to prepare the Priestess.” Then he accompanied the men into the tunnel, the light fading as they moved farther into the darkness. Kiyomi smiled to Annabeth and motioned for her to stand at the end of the altar. “Mistress,” she smiled as two other women knelt before her to unbutton her robe, “this is your time.”
 
An hour or so after experiencing the dream, Annabeth was woken again but this time from a nudge from Kiyomi. When the other woman asked if she had slept well, she just gave a smile and nod. Before anything else could be said they heard Azim's voice telling them to hurry. Scrambling out of the tent, they found the sun barely cracking the horizon and camp packing up. Both were handed a piece of bread, meat from the previous evening's dinner, dates, and a cup of something like coffee to share between them. They ate quickly while adjusting their clothing so it would protect them from the rising sun. In what seemed only a few minutes after awakening, the caravan was off.

The rolling landscape quickly changed as they traveled through a narrow pass where the sides were so close that only one camel at a time could get through. Annabeth looked up to see only a thin blue line of the sky. The lack of sunlight and narrowness gave the impression that they were traveling through a tunnel. Soon enough it widened out but then the trail began more of a serpentine route that went through several different passes. She realized that there were no markings indicating the route to take and several choices one could make. It was almost a maze!

Her mouth nearly opened to ask a question about it, but she thought better of it. Gone was the proper young lady who sought to find her place in the world of science. In its place was a priestess whose birth was foretold eons ago and who had a role to fulfill. Soon enough, they came to their destination in the form a tented encampment set in a valley. Before Annabeth had a chance to look things over, Kiyomi was already leading her into one of the tents.

The women greeted her in Arabic but in a dialect and mixed with a language she had never heard before. Annabeth allowed, Kiyomi to translate her thanks for the welcoming. With that, everyone started undressing so they could bathe. She froze for a moment, never having been naked amongst so many others before, and then quickly removed her robes, so she was naked as the rest.

"They are surprised," Kiyomi told her friend softly when Annabeth noticed the looks and whispered talking.

"At what?" the soon to be priestess asked as she wiped a damp cloth over her body.

"They have never seen anyone as pale are you are or with hair as red as yours." Kiyomi stopped and looked directly at one of the older women before speaking something in the native tongue. Whatever was said, the other woman quickly turned away and another spoke to her as well. "She was saying that you must be nursing a child with breasts that big..."

Annabeth still had the ability to blush a little even after everything. "In that case..."

"You would not be a virgin. I explained that I have seen proof of your virginity and the other said that you are the priestess and so have a body that pleases a god." Kiyomi giggled a little and gave her friend's hand a squeeze. "Worry not my friend, they are in awe that the one foretold is actually amongst then and they are allowed to be in your presence."

"I don't know if I am ready to be held in 'awe'..." she whispered almost to herself.

when they were all dressed and waiting, they talked amongst each other. At first Kiyomi did the translating but by the time the horns blew, Annabeth was starting to pick up the language. A few more hours and she would've been able to be able to converse by herself.

Annabeth was thankful that Kiyomi had given her whispered instructions as they left the tent, so she knew what to do. As they walked, she knew the sun must be passing mid-day but even in the woolen robe she didn't feel the heat. Unusually Annabeth didn't wonder why that was so. Nor did her mind think much about anything else except to hear whispers of a strange language. If she could've thought about it, she would have realized it was what her dream self had spoken while in the amphitheater. When the party came to path leading down into the crater, she spoke for the first time since leaving the tent: "FailosTatenRoonos". Annabeth said softly with a smile before going downwards.

As they had approached the crater, Annabeth felt drawn to it. That seemed to increase with each step downwards until she was holding herself back from running ahead of the party. When they finally entered the chamber, she waited until Gamal had left and raised her arms up as the harem knelt in a circle around her. Annabeth then spoke in the language that she shouldn't know. Translated it was: "FailosTatenRoonos your Priestess is here to serve you!". She then allowed herself to be led to the alter and stripped of the robe so that she was naked. Will the help of several of the women, Annabeth climbed up and laid on the table with limbs outstretched?

She caught a look at a couple of the paintings on the wall as she laid down. One was of a figure of a male, all in black. He was pictured as a man but with the head of a snake, his head flared like a cobra with a flickering forked tongue from its mouth. It also had a blatant erection standing straight out from its pelvis. At approximately were a man had his his ribcage, there are two deep red dots. Annabeth's lips moved to say "FailosTatenRoonos”, but no sound was heard. Another drawing seemed to depict a battle scene, a collection of buildings that were burning out of control, while stick figure people fled in panic.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw the harem gathering around the alter. On the ceiling above were the patterns from the orbs that told when the priestess would be born and when the ceremony would take place. As Annabeth was smiling at knowing her destiny was soon to arrive, she felt a woman grasp each of her limbs to pull it straight. They had a firm grasp but not one that was painful. Kiyomi was pouring a liquid from a jar into the hands of the women on each side of her body. As she passed by Annabeth's head she leans down to whisper "Relax and enjoy" into her ear.

Before Annabeth could say anything six sets of hands began working a strangely scented oil into her body. The oil was cool at first but between the heat of the hands and her body it warmed quickly, and she began to be covered in a sheen of it. The air around the altar soon was filled with moans and whimpers of the priestess as the women touched Annabeth everywhere. She found out that one’s holding her arms were to make sure that her body was held steady for the other to work.

And work they did! Two seemed to pay particular attention to her full breasts. Rubbing over and over until the nipples were hard, pink rocks that with rub bent to cause their owner to gasp. Then several grasping them at the base to pull and squeeze them upwards like they expected milk to shoot out of the nipples. Or the other ones whose hands brushed over and over her pussy until Annabeth was nearly screaming in pleasure. Her whole body was shuddering from the new to cum but for some reason, she couldn't. Something was preventing her from crossing the line, so the unfulfilled needs grew and grew. Her eye glowing red again and this time it didn't fade away.

It almost seemed that the women were tormenting their priestess to stimulate the men who had quietly returned with her cries of passion. The Twelve stood at the semi-circle end of the room in front of the silhouettes. One of the two women of the Harem that weren't torturing Annabeth handed one of them a cup filled with a liquid they had retrieved from the alter. Each man took a deep sip before passing it on to the next. All drank except Gamal, who stood off to one side next to a sedan chair that had been brough up from the depths below. The loose robe he wore hid the massive erection caused by the sight, sounds, and smell of the woman he wanted.

As the cup was passed between the men, the two women retrieved a bowl from a shelf that was carved into the stone wall. It was deep shade of red and seemed to be a form of glass that shimmered in the light of the torches. Both kneeled before the first man but not before the one that didn't hold the bowl unbuttoned her and the man's robes. She allowed her own to drop to the floor to floor while his swung open. Immediately, the woman began sucking and stroking his cock until it archived full hardness. From there, her lips kissed all along its length before taking it deep in her mouth. The man's face attempted to show no emotions it was obvious he was enjoying immensely. When her hands went to caress his balls had grown at least twice as large and were still growing. The pleasure was quickly turning to pain until....

Feeling the oncoming surge, the woman pulled her mouth off his cock and held it in a hand to direct to the seed into the bowl. A deep groan of pleasure and relief came from his as his balls emptied. Instead of 3 or 4 pulses of seed, his came in a continuous stream that lasted for almost a minute. When it finally ended, the women gently milked the length to get the final drops before licking it clean. Stood to button up his robe and her own before kneeling again and taking the bowl while her companion began working on the next man in line.

When the second was done, the women came to the altar to replace two of the others who went to milk two more of the men of their seed. The Harem stopped in its pleasurable torture to turn Annabeth on to her stomach so that they might oil her back. Again, they touched her everywhere and even spread the plump cheeks of her ass apart to probe her anus. As they did that, they made sure that her clit was not left alone. The cries of passion that Annabeth had made before had died down to long moans from be so satiated with unreleased lusts. One of the women produced an ivory comb that was dripping with the oil that she used to comb out the long, red hair. All of the priestess's body had to be covered.

After all the men were milked, the last of the Harem brought Kiyomi the almost full bowl of collected cum. As the woman held it, Kiyomi poured a jar full of a black powder into the bowl and then used a pestle to mix it all together. As she was doing that, the Harem started to help Annabeth off of the alter and to her unsteady feet. In the light of the torches, the oil made her body glow and her red gleam like copper. Her whole body seemed to vibrate with the unreleased lust that had been built up so it took a few moments before she could walk on her own.

As she walked slowly to the center of the chamber, Gamal doffed his robe and went to join her there. As they did so, the Harem and the Men joined in a circle around them and began a chant in an ancient language. If Annabeth had been aware, she would have recognized it as the language she had learned in her dream. Right now, though, her mind was full of red, full of lust, full of whispers telling her things that would have made her vomit even hours earlier. She didn't 'see' Gamal standing on blocks before her. Nor did she Kiyomi next to her, holding the bowl of 'ink' that Annabeth took a brush from to begin painting the marking they had practice on Gamal.

With perfect strokes did she mark him and in no time, they were completed. For final act, she knelt before and took the round head of Gamal's rock-hard cock into her mouth. Annabeth only did it for a moment though because any longer and he would have erupted. That done, she went to stand on her own set of blocks to allow Gamal to paint her.

Like her, Gamal was able to paint the lines on quickly and precisely. And like her, when he was finished, he had another job the fulfill. Standing behind Annabeth after she stepped down, he took the precum from his cock on to a finger that gently rubbed it on her birthmark. As in the hotel room in London it began to glow a golden color. She let out a loud gasp and nearly dropped to her knees but somehow regained control. The redness in her eyes glowing even brighter with the new sensations of pleasure moving through her already over stimulated body. The whispers speaking in Annabeth's mind grew even louder now.

The pair took their seats in the sedan chair which was then lifted by the Men to journey down the passage to the left. The women, their purpose fulfilled, went to the right.
 
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Gamal and the Twelve returned from their journey down the tunnel without the crate with the Orb. The four carrying poles now supported a large sedan chair, but Gamal walked with the others as they reentered the large room of the altar. Gamal took a stance near the tunnel entrance and the sedan chair, watching as the Twelve took their places at the silhouettes in the curved wall by the altar. He crossed his arms over his chest and intoned chants of worship of FailosTatenRoonos while the men and pairs of the Harem performed their duties. His eyes could not help but stray to the ministrations of the women with Annabeth on the altar. Her almost uncontrolled responses aroused his penis, which he knew was part of his duty as the High Priest, but the response was personal as much or more than it was a priestly duty.

He observed as one-by-one the Elders and Harem women filled the Vessel of Symbols with their generous essence, and Kiyomi of the Harem mixed in the black powder to ready the Ink of Runes. He watched as Annabeth was helped from her reclining on the altar, her nude body the very embodiment of sexual desire. He doffed his own robe and took position on the blocks, watching as Kiyomi gave the Priestess brush and black ink to decorate his balls and cock. Then he exchanged places with her, using the ink as they’d rehearsed it back on the riverboat, drawing on her back and front, pressing his body to hers to imprint the symbols on his own body. The ink dried as he added a smear of his precum from his dripping penis to the birthmark of the god’s symbol on her lower back, offering his hands to steady her as she nearly swooned from the effect of the reaction on the holy symbol on her body.

Holding both her hands, Gamal led her to the sedan chair, pausing a moment to address the Harem of the Twelve, who were gathered about redressed in their white robes. “You have fulfilled your part in the sacrifice to FailosTatenRoonos. I honor and thank you. Now you are dismissed. Take the other corridor and offer prayers for the ceremony, for the Priestess in her coming duties.” The Harem bowed to them as four of them took torches and lit them from the ones on the walls of the Altar Room. Gamal backed onto the waiting sedan chair, seated and guided Annabeth to sit in front of him, leaning her back against his chest. His arms went around her, his hands gliding over her arms and shoulders. Four of the Elders lifted the poles of the chair while others lit torches and the procession began down the corridor opposite the one the Harem was taking. No one noticed as Kiyomi lifted the bowl of semen-mixed ink and carried it with her and the procession of the Harem.

The Elders chanted in unison in the ancient language as they proceeded down the rough corridor. The torch light flickered against the rock lining the narrow passage, but then it passed through an opening in a much larger cavern. Annabeth hardly noticed the details as she was absorbed by Gamal’s enfolding touch, as well as the solid tube of flesh that pressed against the small of her back. The cavern was nearly twenty feet in diameter, dominated by a flat, sheer wall of sandstone that rose something like thirty feet to the surface outside. There was an opening at the top, like a smaller sinkhole in the ground. Through the opening, one of the sheer bluffs that marked one of the edges of the valley rose like a continuation of the wall within the cavern.

The sky visible above the opening was at late dusk, almost twilight, dark enough to see a few stars and the full moon. Except that the moon was dimly outlined, almost a dark, pale orange except for a bright sliver of silver along one edge, the effect of the eclipse approaching full. Already, they could see the planet Mars just above the moon’s upper curve, and Jupiter and Saturn like twins on its underside. But most prominent was the comet’s tail, extended from the moon’s center like some sort of thick phallus. The moon’s silver crescent was growing thinner with each passing moment.

At the base of the “wall” was a crevice dug into the sandstone. It was only about three feet tall but opened into a small chamber about four feet deep. Gamal guided Annabeth to her feet before him, leading her toward the crevice, where he let her brace herself against the outside sandstone while he leaned down toward the opening. The back wall of the crevice was of a different stone, black and smooth and hard. There was an orb in place against the wall, and the other orb, the one they’d brought from London, had been maneuvered into the chamber next to the first. There was a small extension from the wall, one that Annabeth had innocently thought shaped like a keyhole in the museum, but after her experiences of the last few weeks, she would recognize as an image of cock and balls.

Two of the elders slipped into the chamber before them and were guiding the London orb nearly into position. Gamal looked up, studying the sky, the moon, the advancing eclipse. The final crescent was barely a line along the edge, then if disappeared into the same sort of dull shadow that enveloped the rest of the moon. “It is time,” Gamal instructed the Elders, who carefully shifted the org to line up with the mounting extension in the wall and slid the orb into place. The two orbs were now precisely lined up so the two flatter areas with the runes written on them touched.

“Good! Now out,” Gamal instructed the two Elders, who scurried out of the chamber and he slid in to replace them, holding out his hands to guide Annabeth into the chamber with him. He guided her to kneel before the twin orbs with him pressing against her body from behind. His hands on her wrists stretched out her arms so that she rubbed the orbs with her hands and pressed against them with her breasts. They could hear the chanting of the Elders from the cavern behind them growing louder. “Priestess,” he said to her softly, his lips against her ear, “now is our time, our duty. The ancient prophecy fills the sky, and now we shall awaken our god. Eh-oosh, Annabeth. Together: eh-oosh.”
 
As the Elder's chanted, Annabeth's mind echoed a response to them in the same ancient language that she had learned in her dream. What it meant she did not know nor cared only knowing that it was needed to fulfill her destiny. A slight smile appeared on her lips as Gamal lightly rubbed her shoulders and pressed his cock against her back. Her Priest needed sexual fulfillment as she was, but it was not yet the time. His fingertips ever so slightly grazed the swelling of her breasts. Annabeth half wished that he could take hold and knead them to relieve an ache that had developed. Ever since the Harem had massage her, her breasts felt heavier...fuller even though they looked no different.

She did not realize that they had stopped until Gamal's hands, placed under her arms, tugged upwards until she began to stand. Taking a hand in his own, they walked towards an opening in the wall before them. As she waited, arms extended with hands against the rock, Annabeth could feel…. something. An energy or a need that seemed to be filling the very air. Gamal and the Elders did not seem to notice but she did. A glance up at the sky made her gasp when she saw the moon and stars coming into alignment. It was near to happening! The event she knew she had been created for!

Movement in the opening brought her attention back down to earth. The orb that had entranced her for so long in London was finally in the place it belonged. There was a muffled 'thump' from the orb locking into place that also caused a shudder in Annabeth's body. A trickle of liquid started to roll down a thigh from her bare pussy. The redness in her eyes blazed bright as Gamal ordered the Elders away and he guided her to kneel before the orbs. From her lips came words in the ancient language that Annabeth had never heard before but spoke them fluently as she replied to Gamal. "All is prepared. HE awaits us my Priest!"

Pressing her body hard against the orbs, her hands caressing and almost trying to squeeze the unyielding material. Annabeth's lips and tongue bathing first one orb and then the other in saliva. Purring sounds of lust from her throat along with whimpers of pleasure at how her nipples rubbed against the orbs. Sensually the former prim English girl moved, trying to arouse the lifeless rocks. As Gamal watched, the orbs suddenly started to shine when Annabeth's heavy breasts moved across them. From each nipple milk squirted out. Annabeth stopped for a brief second to rub both hands against her soaked pussy until each was coated with the juices. Her hands moved over the milk covered surfaces to mix it with the carnal juices so both orbs covered. "Awake! Awake!" she murmured, giving all, she could to the orbs.

As if in response to her pleas, red lines began to appear on the orbs. Faint at first but quickly growing brighter and then spreading to the lines Gamal and Annabeth had painted on each other. For a moment she gasped and stopped as an electric like sensation flowed through the lines into her body. The sexual need that had built up suddenly increased tenfold. Gamal's cock against her back grew harder, possibly larger, and with a movement of its owner lay enfolded between her two ass cheeks. He pressed against Annabeth who in turn pressed against the orbs trying to transfer her lust to it.

Too busy for her to notice it, the space they were in was beginning to be lit up by the red streaks appearing on the wall in front of them. With every second the intensity growing brighter and brighter. Soon the streaks disappeared into the sandstone but within seconds the light broke through there as well. Almost like ice, the light seemed to 'melt' the sandstone into dust. Slowly at first but faster and faster as the red streaks radiated from the orbs. The dust did not fall on the Priest and Priestess though. A sudden whirlwind arouse that caught the dust in a towering column that seemed to reach out to the moon that was visible in the sky.

As it disintegrated, the wall shuddered hard enough to throw the Gamal onto his back with Annabeth on top. Her eyes grew huge as she made out the form that was appearing as the rocks disintegrated: The body of a man but with the cowl-like head of a cobra that was being revealed as the stone fell away. The drawing of the snakeman she had seen in the cave brought to life. "FailosTatenRoonos!” she screamed, raising her arms as if to embrace it. Gamal pushed himself and up back up where they saw that opening no longer existed and more of the form was revealed. Besides the orbs there was what could only be described as a penis made of the same black material that quickly had the glowing red streaks appearing. A penis that was over five feet in length!

Pulling away from Gamal, Annabeth quickly embraced the object to wrap her arms and press her body hard against the stone. Milk again leaked from her nipples with juice from her pussy as she rubbed her body along the length. The liquids combined with the saliva from her mouth to make it gleam in the red light that the streaks emitted. When enough of the sandstone had disintegrated, her legs wrapped around it as well, so Annabeth was sliding her whole body up and down. He mind was shut down except for the parts that were exploding with passions and lusts made the painted lines glow even brighter.

Suddenly the shape jerked and began to lengthen and rise carrying the pair along with it. It truly was a cock! When it was fully erect, it was over ten feet in length and two feet across. Gamal grabbed at Annabeth's hips to pull her to a kneeling position as he moved behind her. With a hand just below her neck to hold her down, the other on her hip, a knee pushed her legs apart, his solid staff rested against her virginity. With a cry of "Now!!" his hips shoved forwarded to claim Annabeth's virginity! The shock of the sudden pain and filling of the untried passage made her lift her head and scream as a roar came from FailosTatenRoonos awakening.

For just a second Gamal held himself in that exquisite vagina. It was perfect... Silky smooth, tight as a vice, hot as a furnace. It was as if her fist wrapped around his cock and was squeezing with all her might, except that this fist was soft and yielding. The pain faded as fast as it came with a look as pure pleasure appearing on her face. His cock filled her perfectly, as if her vagina had been created just for it. That hard, hot lance whose tip pressed right up against her cervix. Then it pulsed which made her pussy bear down so both gasped.

The moment seemed to last an eternity and even though it ended when Gamal pulled nearly fully out it just changed to something more wonderful. With both hands hold her hips, Gamal shoved back into Annabeth to make them both gasps. Then again. Again. Again. Over and over with Annabeth bracing herself on her elbows to thrust back in time with him. Each thrust had a force as if he wanted to drive his cock into her very womb with her willingness to let him. Both ignored all that was going on as they fucked for the very first time. The lines on both glowed brighter and brighter. As if they were feeding it into that mammoth cock they were upon.

Cries escaped both of lips from the incredible pleasures that rolled through their bodies. Soon enough Gamal's thrust became shorter and quicker. Annabeth's body tensing as the lust that had built up in body boiled to the near bursting point....
 
As the red streaks like blood vessels advanced into the black rock behind the twin orbs; as sandstone cliffs cracked and dissolved into dust that blew away in a funnel toward the sky, revealing more black rock, rock continuously streaked with glowing red veins, rock in the shape of a muscular torso, a thick neck, a head of a hooded cobra with open mouth and flickering forked tongue; and directly before them, the ‘dangling’ thickness of a five foot long, one foot diameter penis, all of it the glossy black rock that had once been called “obsidian” in London. Gamal saw his priestess leap to the penis, wrapping her arms, her legs around it, embracing it, kissing it, baptizing it with lips and saliva and milk from her breasts. Gamal quickly pushed himself against her back, his arms and legs matching hers as they mutually embraced and worshiped the ancient God’s manhood.

Miraculously, the stone began to grow and shift, raising from supine to a larger, stouter phallus, and in the process lifting the two worshipers, sweeping them off their feet, clinging to the cock as it rose to the horizontal and slightly more. More red veins grew through its length and girth, now easily ten feet long and two or more feet thick. The top surface was less round, more flat, forming a base upon which the two humans had a more-or-less stable platform. Their bodies glowed from the originally black ink that decorated their flesh, now a red that matched the veins of the body of the arisen god. Gamal was barely conscious of anything around him except the burning lust that possessed his body and soul, a lust for his priestess and lover that told him that this was the time for the sacrifice. He had been atop Annabeth’s back as they lay on the now horizontal god-cock, but he lifted himself to his knees and pulled Annabeth to hers to follow. Her legs still spread astride the top of FailosTatenRoonos’ prick, Gamal pushed his own throbbing erection between her thighs and positioned himself for the final sacrifice. His glans parted her entrance and a determined, almost violent thrust encased him in her silky embrace. From above them, a roar, almost a scream erupted from FailosTatenRoonos’ mouth at the same moment, and a part of Gamal knew they had fulfilled their role in its awakening.

It was nearly his last conscious thought, as the giving and taking of pleasure overwhelmed him. The hot, wet tightness of her cunt welcomed his every deep thrust and withdrawal, making him speed up his furious pistons into her. His body felt on fire, the glowing symbols decorating the two of them seeming to drive an unceasing fire centering on his loins. An overpowering tension drove them to an inevitable conclusion, as his cock swelled and exploded, swamping Annabeth with his cream, and he heard her echo his climax with screams of her own passion. However, the moment of orgasm resolved none of their lust. It only gave him enough clarity to grasp his arms around her and raise her back against his chest, still embedded at their loins. His knees guided hers as they crawled along the god’s erection until his Priestess’s face and breasts were against the black wall of his pelvis. Gamal’s hips renewed their furious fucking, his breath hot against her neck and cheek.

Neither of them were aware of the sandstone crumbling below them and whirling dust into the sky. More black rock lined with red veins was exposed, revealing two crouched legs, bent knees, calves and feet. A bright silver sliver of moon appeared as the total eclipse began to recede. The monstrous black legs, powered by spreading red veins, began to flex and lift, pushing the raised god higher into the sky, unnoticed by the furiously fucking pair riding his phallus. They were no longer aware their lust was pumping life into the reanimated giant, even as Gamal pumped his life essence into Annabeth’s womb. FailosTatenRoonos’s fists clenched as the snake head twisted to survey the land around him. His glowing red eyes were easily sixty feet above the ground, and halfway down the length, his powerful cock served as the bed for the lust-enraptured human duo. As the god’s feet began to move smoothly over the desert, Gamal and Annabeth were undisturbed from their passion.

FailosTatenRoonos long legs moved at a fast pace over the terrain, but for the two lovers riding his cock, the travel was smooth enough for their entwined carnal games. Gamal somehow turned Annabeth around and laid her down on her back along the god-cock. He stretched out above her, their arms mutually wrapped and her legs around his waist as his hips continued to pound into her depths. Her legs pulled his thrusts with almost as much strength as his, driving his cock into every welcoming inch of her cunt. Whenever his rhythm paused, it was so he poured more cum against her cervix and into her womb, matched by her own cries of ecstasy into the night. His back bowed as his mouth sought her plump tits, sucking at her nipples and feasting on the rich, sweet milk still oozing from her breasts.

Bright silver light spread across the lunar disc as the eclipse receded. The increasing moonlight illuminated more and more of the terrain as the giant god strode determinedly across the desert sands toward faint distant light. The flesh of the two insatiable lovers, soaked in sweat, cum, lactation, and saliva reflected the bright moon. They had changed position again, with Gamal seated in the crook of FailosTatenRoonos’ cock and pelvis. Annabeth laid on her back between his legs, her legs vertical against his chest as he gripped her hips and pulled her body into and off his erection, sliding her body back and forth.

The moon’s brightening glow also reflected on the sleek black rock of the male god as it strode toward the town of Sennar, where Gamal, Annabeth, and Kiyomi first disembarked from the riverboat before their journey to the village of the temple. Many of the residents had just gone to bed, having stayed up to watch the lunar eclipse. The tents of the British survey team and its squad of guards were at the edge of the town, as the engineers had used their survey scopes to try and get readings from the astronomical phenomenon; they were now packing them back in their cases for tomorrows mapping sojourn. There were a few shouts of alarm as soldiers caught sight of a huge black, red lined shadow advancing toward them from the desert. An officer summoned his squad into a formation as the god loomed steadily ever closer to the encampment. A volley of musket fire pinged harmlessly against FailosTatenRoonos’ rocky chest, not even noticed by the passionate priest and priestess.

Gamal spread Annabeth’s legs to his sides and pulled Annabeth up against him. Then he held her as they twisted around so her back was against the giant’s pelvis, only for Gamal to lean down on his back, pulling her with him to lie stretched out atop his body. His legs bent to slide them away from the black wall of the god’s pelvis, and feet flat upon the stony phallus gave him leverage to start bucking below her to thrust up within her. She pushed at his shoulders to raise herself partly up, and he arched his back to bring his eager mouth to her breasts for more of her delicious milk. They barely felt the cock beneath them start to vibrate and rumble like a roaring river bursting through a dam. The tip of FailosTatenRoonos’ cock erupted with a strong stream of liquid red-orange fire. Like lava, it arched through the air and landed in the British camp. The tents burst into flame as the soldiers and scientists all screamed in panic and pain, unable to escape the destructive rain of viscus flame that fell upon them. Awakened by the sound, locals of Sennar scrambled from their beds to see the punishment inflicted on the British camp. The cheered at first to see their oppressor suffer, only to panic themselves as the fire raged out of control toward their own dwellings.

All of this was still unnoticed by the furiously fucking pair on the god’s erection.

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“It is time,” Kiyomi declared. She gazed up through the surface sinkhole at what had once again become a full moon at the end of the eclipse. Kiyomi and the Harem had doffed their robes and they had been painted in holy runes by the same semen-ink that had decorated the priest and priestess. Kiyomi turned with cupped hands to another of the Harem, who placed in them the large pearl she had received at Khartoum. The Harem knelt and started to chant ancient words of worship as Kiyomi turned around toward the sheer sandstone wall with the small part excavated to a base of pure alabaster stone.
 
The opening the wall was just big enough for a couple of people but Kiyomi went into it alone. What was visible was almost like a 'gash' that folded outward to the edges of the excavation. If she had looked slowly, there were details intricately carved into the glossy white stone. 'Stone' that looked surprisingly like that of the orb but white instead of black. At the top of the exposed stone was an indentation that was a perfect fit for the pearl that Kiyomi placed there.

"Awaken CleetOsMatenFookos!" Kiyomi said in the ancient language. "Your time is now!" With that, the young woman pressed her upper body against stone and then gave a loud gasp. That was in response to a member of the Harem moving to sit between Kiyomi's legs, so her face was even with the bare pussy. Immediately did the Harem girl's lips and tongue go to work on her. A second girl stood behind Kiyomi so that she could reach around to squeeze and torment her breasts. It was all so the energy of sex was created and then transferred into the awakening goddess.

Quickly did veins of blue light spread out from the 'pearl' and into the white 'stone' Just as before, as the veins disappeared behind the sandstone it began to splinter and fall to reveal more and more white tinged with blue. The three took no notice of what was going on, they just concentrated on the tasks at hand. As the energy grew, the painted lines on their bodies began to glow blue as well...

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The Annabeth who worked the museum and was the prim & proper young lady would have been beyond horrified if she saw herself with Gamal. Even the Annabeth from the journey up the Nile and who embraced her own lusts would not have believed it. The pair that lay on the giant's cock rutted like animals. No, not as animals because animals eventually became exhausted and quit. The priest and priestess seemed to have boundless stamina and lusts.

Perhaps Gamal was reenergized by the sweet milk Annabeth provided in endless quantities. No matter how he drank, her breasts never got any smaller. As they fucked with her on top, her mounds hung close to his lips. First one and the other swaying udders were grasped in both of his hands as he seemed to try and milk her dry. If that was what Gamal was trying to do, he failed. Instead, it caused the creamy liquid to squirt into his mouth. Each mouthful seemed to revive his body so to continue his rut.

Suddenly Annabeth pulled off his straining cock and twisted her body around so her mouth could take him in. First though was bathing the lance to remove every trace of cum & juices from it. If her milk was nectar to him, his salty cum was ambrosia to her. Up and down her head bobbed while her hands massaged his heavy testicles. Each felt heavy and rock hard from the amount of seed they contained. With a jerk and a loud groan, he released another load that Annabeth swallowed eagerly. Her hands encircling his cock to pull every drop out before starting the process all over again.

While she was giving him a blow job that repeated over and over, Gamal's mouth was not relaxing. His face had become covered with his own cum that draining out of her swampy cunt. Not that he minded or even cared. Quickly Annabeth's own fragrant juices appeared and that seemed to sustain him like her milk had. His talented tongue probed deep into vagina to lap up the flow of liquid. Then switching to torment the engorged clit at the apex of her pussy while the fingers of a hand explored her vagina.

One, then two, then more until all five fingers pistoned in and out while also spreading the lips wide. A muffled scream of some pain but incredible pleasure vibrated around his cock as her lover came again and again. Each time Gamal's fingers pulled out; the vagina snapped back to its vice-like tightness. If he could have had a rational thought it would be that Annabeth's body was created for pure pleasure.

Gamal pushed her hips up with his hands so he could roll out from under Annabeth. As he knelt behind her again, his hands grasped each of her plump ass cheeks to spread them until he could see her anus. Then each thumb spread that little rosebud apart so he could fit the head of glistening cock in it. Aided by the sweat, juices, and cum Gamal pushed himself until both of their bodies meshed. Annabeth's mouth was open in a soundless scream that was quickly ended by the kiss from her priest as moved back and forth. They began moving in sync again, slower but with the same force. One of his hands reaching under her to play with her clit until they erupted again.

Somehow, he moved them both so that he was sitting with his back against the god's pelvis and Annabeth facing away from him on his lap. Her legs were set so that she was kneeling on either side of his. This was done without missing a single stroke. When they came again, she pushed up until Gamal popped out of her ass, and then settled back as she lowered herself again. This time taking his iron rod back into her cunt. Annabeth repeated that every few strokes with his hands encircling her waist to assist.

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As more and more of the sandstone fell away, the white figure of leetOsMatenFookos was revealed. Instead of a snake's head, its more spherical with markings of sorts on it. if you dared to look closely it appeared that they were rough copies of the 'man in the moon'. The 'eyes' and 'mouth erupted with a blazing blue light that was followed by a screech that could've busted eardrums for miles around. The goddess was awakened!

Kiyomi and the other two members of the Harem were revealed to be at leetOsMatenFookos's 'pussy'. As the goddess rose to her feet, the women that had been kneeling before Kiyomi's had now braced her feet against the edge of the tunnel with hands clasped around the other girl's ass. It both held Kiyomi in and made sure she could still stimulate her with mouth and tongue. The one behind Kiyomi had her resting against her body while her hands grasped the 'lips’, so they did not fall. All the while Kiyomi was kissing and stroking the 'pearl' she had emplaced.

The huge, white figure shook off the last of the sandstone before screeching once again. It then began walking towards the river village its mate had just destroyed.

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The burning 'cum' sprayed on to the village to set it afire like the British camp. Some of the inhabitants escaped by running into the desert but most had gone back to their dwellings to rescue children or old folks. They perished in the fire that swept over them to leave ruins and blackened corpses. No expression was visible on the FailosTatenRoonos's face, but he seemed almost satisfied with the destruction.

He then waded into the Blue Nile to started walking down stream. Even at the deepest part the water only came to his knees so the humans fucking furiously on his godcock were not disturbed in the least.

Suddenly he stopped and turned as if listening to something. Raising his gaze to the moon he screeched again, his forked tongue, black as his body and line with red veins, extended to wave with his roar. The sound was loud enough to make the water of the river shimmer from the vibrations. Instead of restricting into his mouth, FailosTatenRoonos's tongue began to lengthen more and more. All the while twisting in the air like a snake.

Without warning, the god's tongue whipped itself around Annabeth's torso to encase her in several feet of black muscle. It then pulled her up and off Gamal with their carnal liquids glistening in the moonlight as they sprayed through the air. Annabeth did not try and fight, instead she fell into that dream of the previous night. Suspended in midair, she began to reenact making love to a snake.

Both legs wrapped tightly around the muscle as her hands reached out to guide the forked tip to her mouth. First one fork and then the other Annabeth took into her mouth to perform a crude fellatio on them. As she did, her body rubbed against the tongue, so it became costed with juices and milk. The slight roughness of the muscle stimulated the tender flesh between her legs to cause her to orgasm several times. Soft murmurs of the ancient language came from her lips as Annabeth bathed the forks in her saliva and milk.

FailosTatenRoonos brought his priestess to eye level so both of their brightly glowing eyes could lock on the other. Annabeth's body was covered in so many liquids that she seemed to be on fire from the intensity of FailosTatenRoonos's gaze. The forked tip of his tongue had moved so it was between her legs...

Then with a suddenly thrust both tips entered her vagina and anus at the same time. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as FailosTatenRoonos's took her harder than Gamal ever could. For any other woman, the force of the thrusts would've broken their pelvis if not other things. For Annabeth it was an excursion into pleasure beyond imagination. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body under FailosTatenRoonos's gaze. Each one bigger than the last until one that caused her body to stiffen, limbs outstretched, eyes locked in his, and a scream "FailosTatenRoonos!" that was met with his roar.

Annabeth's body went limp as if drained by the power of the orgasm, so she did not notice as the tongue carried her towards FailosTatenRoonos's mouth...
 
Gamal was slumped back against the hard black rock of the god’s torso, solid stone and yet somehow warm against the high priest’s back. His senses barely noticed, however, as he was enveloped by the ecstasy of Annabeth’s body riding on his solid pillar of flesh within her openings. His legs were slightly bent, giving her his knees as a support for her hands, pushing he body up and down in an unbridled fury. Gamal used his hands gripping her hips or sliding up her flanks, sometimes stretched around to cup her firm tits. She was the one in control for the moment, shifting his aim every few strokes between her cunt and her rectum, each aperture gripping his cock in a glorious, tight, slippery hot sleeve of bliss, each unique in their sensation but both envelopes of pure pleasure. Gamal’s ink decorations glowed as red as the veins in the ebony rock of FailosTatenRoonos’s body, his neck arched back in his personal ecstasy.

He felt Annabeth’s body rise again, anticipating another exchange of sexual destination, but as seconds passed and she did not return with more contact, he opened his eyes to see her body on her feet, flexible black stone encircling her form and even lifting her from their god-cock bed. He stared in a moment of shock as she started to rise away from him, realizing that the entwining snake belonged to the god’s tongue, snatching his beloved away. “No!” he screamed, scrambling to his feet and trying to reach up for her dangling feet before they were out of range. Trying and failing, as the tongue wrapped more layers around her body, lifting it higher toward that giant cobra head. “No!” he shouted again, “She’s mine!” He turned to face the obsidian torso and pounded his fists against it, his hands then clawing at the smooth stone face trying to find hand or footholds to climb in pursuit of her.

Turning back around, he took notice, perhaps for the first time, the inferno of blazing fire that was all that was left of Sennar. He went down to his hands and knees and started pounding his fists against the giant cock, yelling his fury at the god who had snatched away his lover. Looking up again, he saw the tongue drawing nearer to its mouth, with Annabeth limp in its grasp, her dangling legs giving him a view of the twin forks ravaging her ass and pussy. He buried his face in his hands in emotional pain, helpless to save the woman he wanted above all else, then again attacked the cock, hoping to somehow force the god to release her before swallowing her whole.

With the winding tongue like some giant constrictor snake curling around her body, it brought her to FailosTatenRoonos’s mouth. Gamal clenched his fists in a desperate pain and anger, and shouted up at the godhead a wordless scream. Almost to his shock, the scream seemed to echo across the moonlit desert, an octive higher and infinitely louder. Gamal froze and gazed about in desperate wonder, catching sight of an alabaster blue-veined giant striding toward the river from the interior. As tall as FailosTatenRoonos, the form was unmistakably female, with heavy breasts and voluptuous hips, her head almost a perfect sphere that seemed a copy of the full moon shining down on the night scene. Except this moon’s face showed more blatant features - eyes and a mouth - than that hinted at by the actual full moon on high.

Gamal was not the only one frozen in stunned silence at the apparition. The beast he was riding also stilled, and when Gamal shook himself out of his own stupor, he looked upwards again and saw that the tongue imprisoning his lover had also frozen, poised at the open maw of FailosTatenRoonos’s mouth. The approaching goddess shrieked again, still striding toward the river, and then Gamal saw the tongue starting to unfurl, unwinding back downwards toward the great god’s midsection and Gamal’s waiting arms. Almost to his position, the tongue opened fully, leaving Annabeth dangling limply for a last minute impaled fore and aft on the lizard appendage before slipping free.

The tongue, however, had not fallen straight to Annabeth’s starting point, ending up to the side of the god’s torso. Gamal reached desperately, trying to somehow snag one of Annabeth’s limbs without himself losing his balance on the god-cock, but she was too far to the side, and his effort failed to reach her. He had to watch in agony as her limp body fell the rest of the way to splash into the flowing river water. Without further hesitation, Gamal leaped clear of the rocky phallus, trying to keep his body straight as he plunged almost thirty feet into the cool Blue Nile. Fighting his way back to the surface, he gasped for air, then plunged through the current. Repeatedly he dived down under the surface, looking for his love, until finally he found a ghostly pale form floating several feet down. Grasping around her waist, he pulled both of them to the surface, then pulled her along toward the shore. He dragged her body onto the soft sand, then knelt over her, his ear before her lips trying to detect a breath. He pumped her arms to try and get her lungs working, then desperately put his mouth to hers and blew his breath into her throat. After several tries, she suddenly spasmed and coughed, water flowing from her mouth before she started gasping for breath.

In exhaltant joy, Gamal drew her body to his in a clasp, their shared warmth against the cold river water that still soaked them. For the first time, Gamal could look upstream to where FailosTatenRoonos stood, knee deep in the Nile, while CleetOsMatenFookOs reached the far bank and strode unhesitatingly toward him. The goddess reached him and stretched a pearly white hand to grasp the black cock, pointing it toward the apex of her thighs. She sidled closer to his pelvis and started to raise one leg out of the river, bent and with her calf starting to circle around his hips. At that moment, Gamal was astonished to see three relatively small bodies leap from CleetOsMatenFookOs’s pudenda and splash into the river. A few moments later, all three seemed to surface and begin splashing along the current and stroking toward the bank. Gamal rose from Annabeth to wade into the river and help each of the women reach the shore. He was happy to see one of them was Kiyomi.
 
"Praise be that you are safe!" Kiyomi gasped as she and the others splashed ashore. A hug was given to Gamal before looking around. "But where is... Oh no!" Kneeling next to her friend, she brushed some of Annabeth's wet hair from her face and was grateful to see the English girl was breathing. The water of the river had cleaned all the markings and other liquids from their bodies but also left them chilled. With no clothes to be had the night air felt like the dead of winter. Kiyomi gave a quick command to the two members of the Harem that had them each snuggling up against Annabeth's body. That would keep three of the warm. She would have joined them but stood with Gamal as they watched FailosTatenRoonos and CleetOsMatenFookOs.

In the middle of the river, their reunification continued before their eyes. The two stony mountains were entwined standing in the river, crashing together in a long-suppressed rut. The sound of their mating was like a continuous echoing thunder throughout the river valley. Kiyomi and Gamal both covered their ears to try and block out the sounds that made their bones shake. Where their loins joined, his red veins and her blue ones were spreading as a bright purple through both their bodies. Their thunderous fucking was combined with their deafening screeches to the sky. Across the river, what was left of the village still burned. A gust of wind brought a sickening, sweet smell that made them recoil in horror. Especially Gamal since he was well acquainted with the smell of bodies burning.

An especially loud crack of the non-thunder was followed by Annabeth sitting up and crying out herself.

As Gamal and Kiyomi joined the two Harem girl around her she gasped for breath. The gigantic orgasm while wrapped in FailosTatenRoonos tongue had rendered Annabeth unconscious that not even the fall into the river had awoken her. "W... what...why..." was all she could say. The weird energy that had run through her body to produce the lusts she had shared with Gamal were gone. Along with the ancient language and other thoughts that had filled her mind when she was the priestess. It was like the past few days had not happened but of course she knew differently. From both the memories that flooded her mind and the aches in places where there had not been such before.

Before anyone could say anything, they were blinded by a light that came from the fucking gods. At their genitals, a bright light began to glow and expand, becoming bright as the sun, engulfing their entire bodies until it seemed to explode. Strangely, there was no sound. The gods turned to a mountain of dust that gathered into a whirlwind, sending their dust up into the sky, while also drawing river water into a waterspout that dumped water along both banks. It extinguished what was left of the burning town and re-soaked the huddled group on the opposite bank. Watching the dust draw up into the high atmosphere and then dispersing as if they had never existed.

“Now their souls reside together in Eternity," Kiyomi said quietly as they began to huddle together for warmth with Annabeth in the middle. The other two members of the Harem said a soft prayer in their language while her companions just looked at her.

The four women were huddled together for warmth. Gamal was beside them, slightly off, his arms circling his bent legs to hug them to his chest. He stared somewhat blankly at the mud before him, slowly shaking his head. “Lies,” he muttered, repeatedly saying the same thing over and over again. Finally he felt hands on his shoulders. “Master,” Kiyomi said with concern as she knelt behind him. He turned to her and repeated, “All lies!” bitterly. “But, Master,” she said, trying to comfort him.

“The temple wall inscriptions, the legends told down five thousand years among the Council Elders, I should have known,” he repeated bitterly.

“Master, they told us the truth, how and when to awaken the old god and goddess,” Kiyomi tried again.

“No!” He moaned again. “The awakened god was supposed to be the uniter, the conqueror, whose power would drive out the occupiers and unite the Nile Empire again. Egypt would take its place among the world’s great powers. With the priest and priestess to guide his awesome power. Instead… we awakened an indiscriminate destroyer, who would steal and devour the woman I love more than all Egypt.”

Love? Annabeth's eyes widen at hearing Gamal say the word about his feelings. Part of her felt a thrill at the man she had wanted was truly in love with her. At the same time though the memories of what had just had between them made Annabeth recoil in horror.

Kiyomi nodded at Gamal's description of the god's destruction. "That is why the Harem of the Twelve had to awaken CleetOsMatenFookOs. She was the balance to her consort and could sate his anger. That was the part of the prophecy that the Elders of the Twelve did not know about. They never suspected because were just 'mere women'." She gave a soft chuckle at the look on Gamal's face. "There were wheels within wheels. My mother was a descendant of member of the Harem who had left the village hundreds of years ago. I was brought up knowing what I had to do. Our finding each other Gamal was no accident. It was fate. Even you taking my virginity." Kiyomi reached up to touch Gamal's cheek and then Annabeth's. "What was not part of the prophecy was that I would fall in love with the both of you."

Gamal was touched by Kiyomi’s confession. Wheels within wheels, indeed, he thought. Annabeth, Kiyomi, himself, brought together by the sands of prophecy, but now abandoned by destiny, left to make their own lives, and loves. He looked longingly for a moment at Annabeth, gathered in the warming embrace of the other two women of the Harem. In the darkness, she couldn’t see it, or probably not read his expression. “I… guess… we should cross the river and see what we can salvage from the destruction. Camels… or horses, something we can use to return to Mok-waar, and then decide what to do from there.”

Kiyomi hesitantly touched Gamal’s shoulder. “Master,” she began softly, “FailosTatenRoonos was awakened by the full darkness of the eclipse; CleetOsMatenFookOs rose under the light of the full moon, nearly an hour later. As we rose with her, we saw the result of the resurrections. The Valley of Two Bluffs was nearly destroyed. The ground collapsed into the space of their tombs, and the bluffs tumbled into the plain, which sunk under the assaults, the sinkholes growing and sinking into a growing, deep canyon. I saw several of the Council of Twelve running for their lives back toward the village, Azim leading them, until he saw some of the Harem trying to scamper up the steep walls. He turned back to help some of them escape, but too many fell into the canyon depths. Cracks of the canyon were moving toward the village, where Azim and the others scrambled to save what they could and pack a few belongings on camels before fleeing.”

Gamal’s face hardened into a frown of self-condemnation. “So, the destroyer ruins even his followers,” he muttered bitterly, thinking of the tribe that had befriended him and helped him find his destiny. He took a breath. “The survivors, whoever they are, will come to the river, their best hope for survival. They will come to us, and together…” He looked to the moonlit sky, the east beginning to fade with the approaching dawn. “We will need to follow the river downstream, until we reach a town where we can catch a riverboat.” To where? He wondered. Kiyomi’s family was still prosperous, but what of his future now? What of Annabeth’s?

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For several days, the trio had traveled with Azim and the others. The journey had been much like the one that had taken them to the village: Up before dawn, rest at midday, camp at dusk, and repeat. There was not much talking by anyone other than what was needed. Kiyomi thought it was that everyone was trying to process what they had seen and what had happened. It had been a culmination of many prophecies and a revelation as to how wrong some of them could be. A quiet question to Azim when they made camp told her that they should be in Khartoum by the next afternoon or the morning after at the latest.

"What is wrong Annabeth? Do not deny it because there is something wrong." Kiyomi was worried about her friend and lover. Ever since the night of ritual she had been so quiet and withdrawn. There were a few times Kiyomi had to remind the other girl to eat the food that was sitting on her lap. They still shared the small tent at night, and she knew Annabeth was barely sleeping. "Tell me, please. I want to help you if I can."

Annabeth did not respond for many moments until she gave a small sigh and lifted an olive to her mouth. "Before all of this, the orb and meeting Gamal and the trip, I dreamed what it would be like the first time I had sex. I was not one of the girls who knew nothing the physical act. No, I had read books and even seen it done." She turned and gave Kiyomi a small smile as she nibbled on more of the meal. "I saw a pair of servants together, they didn't know I was watching, and thought it incredibly messy but.... interesting. So, I knew my first time would be on my wedding night and it be magical. He and I would touch and explore and all the rest. Even after meeting Bruce and seeing how crude he could be I never could get that image out of my mind."

"Then I met you Kiyomi and you opened my eyes to things I could never have imagined." Annabeth reached over to give the other girl's hand a squeeze. "The time we spent in the cabin was wonderful. You helped me to feel and experience such pleasures, but I think the best was just holding and being held by you. Then Gamal..." Her voice trailed off and she was silent for a minute or two. "That first time we practiced the markings and later the bath I felt for the first-time lust. I wanted him to take me right then and there. I also knew something as well Kiyomi. It was that he was the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I dreamed of being with him and our child. It just seemed...right. I had never felt that for any other man."

Kiyomi gave a nod. "I saw those looks you and Gamal gave each other. I am sure he felt the same for you even if he denied it. He desired you but after you both met, there was a change, I think. He cared for you. He still does." When she said that, she saw a look of sadness in Annabeth's eyes.

"I remember everything that happen. From being 'prepared' to...what we...did. When Gamal...took me that first time he felt... Then again and more." A trickle of tears rolled down Annabeth's cheeks. "I remember it and the feelings but it’s not...me. It is like looking through another person's eyes and having to deal with it. It is like whatever it was made me do it without asking if I wanted to do it. An event I wanted to be...special I guess became filthy. The worst thing is that I liked it. I should not have but liked how it made me feel. What does that make me?"

Now Kiyomi understood what was troubling her friend. "Annabeth, listen to me." She repeated it again but with more force in her voice which made the girl look at her. "You did nothing wrong. None of it is your fault. Yes, you felt and enjoyed it but that is the way bodies work. I do not know why, and I doubt anyone does. I do not think less of you and I am sure Gamal does not either. I'm sorry you were brought into this." Annabeth leaned into Kiyomi who wrapped her arms around the girl as she sobbed. Before meeting Gamal, she had seen women who had been treated badly by men and remembered what her mother would do.

"What you do is to be strong. I know it seems impossible, but I know you Annabeth and know how strong you are. Those are just feelings and are not you." Kiyomi just held her until Annabeth calmed down a little. "When we get to Khartoum the first thing, we do is take a bath and then sleep."

Lifting her head, Annabeth looked at her friend and lover. "Will you...will you be there?" she whispered.

"Of course! I am not leaving you my love. Wherever you do, I go too!"

"I love you too." The former priestess gave the other former priestess a light kiss on the lips before resting against her.
 
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