The skin of his cock melted into her mouth as the pressure increased and yet was engulfed by her, as if he wasn’t there. Her fingers slid down him, taking hold of his balls to cradle them gently between cool fingertips. They were light, skilful movements, applying pressure and provoking a throbbing in his bottom. Movements causing Assou to sigh as Dinem released his penis and used her tongue to trace veins protruding from the sides.

Her shoulders circled, the kalasiris slid over her skin and the fabric came away enough to reveal her upper body – velvety brown skin stretched over a bosom too large to fit in either of his hands.

When she completely detached herself from him, she still didn’t give him time to think clearly. Instead, she turned round on all fours, gathered the kalasiris and bared her naked skin beneath. She was flawless. The lustre between her legs invited him in and the lack of strength in his bones was forgotten in the blink of an eye. Everything in him obeyed, pushing him to his knees and positioning him behind her.

His tip settled at her wet entrance, nestling close to her senses before he thrust his hips forwards. Penetrating her brought unexpected sensations. Dinem closed tightly around him, welcoming his pleasure with a slight tremor and offering resistance at the same time, drawing him further inside. Assou took hold of her hips, thrust and followed her will, causing the flesh of her thighs to tremble. The pleasurable moan on her lips joined with his gasp, the muted sound of secret arousal Assou couldn’t quite surrender to.

The heat in his body grew and made her body pleasantly cool under his hands. So reassuringly different that he leant forwards further. His feet braced him off the floor as his thrusts slowly started, each inch promising a little more pleasure. Her inner heat equalled his own as his chest rested on her back and the twitching of her body flowed through every cell of his.

Moisture between them made every movement slippery, her breasts swaying back and forth in steady movements, captivating Assou’s senses so he grabbed hold. Soft flesh clung to his fingers, making Dinem’s sounds more animalistic as he squeezed one nipple. Her hips pushed towards him, her weight shifted, and yet there was no change. The wet friction massaging his penis, pressing against him and making him reluctant to leave, tingled all the way to his abdomen. It forced him to speed up. The feeling had to intensify, spread throughout his body and leave nothing behind but pleasure.

His hands slid from her breasts back to her hips. His upper body slowly straightened, escaping her closeness and yet remaining so accessible that he didn’t miss her heat at any moment. Then he closed his eyes. Blackness lulled him, eclipsing all impressions outside and pushing the blood between his legs into the last spark of awareness he could feel. It was a fluid that stretched his skin, making his flesh firm and unyielding, while Dinem’s vagina emitted soft smacks of pleasure. It followed his movements, meeting him whenever he thrust, breaking the air with silken moans resembling a breeze.

Endless seconds in which there was nothing else but that. No problems. No obstacles. Only lust to be appeased – the most natural instinct they pursued and yet which barely found a place in his life. However, there was so much more he wanted to test. So much more he wanted to feel. Little things that combined with images lingering like a fuzzy mosaic. His imagination wasn’t enough to draw clear structures. It was too hard to imagine how he would bind Dinem with soft cloths – how he would hang her arms from the ceiling to rob her feet of ground. Putting the ideas into words was much easier. Concentrating on anything else, though, was futile.

“A-Assou.” Dinem’s desire aroused him.

His eyes snapped open, his surroundings once again pressing into focus, and yet there was nothing but Dinem’s body, its sweaty sheen holding his attention. She kept her head lowered. Her sighing had grown heavier and with each successive thrust of his hips against her ass and his cock deep inside her, she seemed to grow tighter. Her arms trembled. Her legs weakened and Assou felt the exhaustion in his bones a little more with every movement. The feeling of swimming against the current to reach the goal. The blood continued to pool. Dinem’s tightness crushed him and it was hardly any longer before he felt something inside him loosen.

He withdrew hastily; just at the right moment when the tension broke and his lust splashed milky, almost transparent in places, onto her back. These were the last breaths Dinem endured in this position before she dropped to her side and let his sperm run its course.

Assou himself fell onto his behind. The heat was still building up inside him, but the sweaty skin cooled him down. It seeped through the tunic and stayed on him even when he pulled the shendyt up and took a breath. His cock was still hard, only slowly softening. The blood crept back. His senses caught. His perception wavered and when he put his head in his neck, it was dizziness forcing him to lie down.

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“You realise this won’t happen again?” He spoke it in the middle of everything and nothing. The silence surrounding them both was interrupted only by even breathing, which marked both sides and yet didn’t matter. The exertion had disappeared. No moans, no sighs, no sound of smacking pleasure that built up wet excitement between them.

“Of course, Vizier,” was Dinem’s curt reply. She had nothing more for him, and yet it was more than enough. Words that were meant to give him reassurance and yet did little more than make him sit up again and push the dizziness away.

Dinem had also sat up and straightened the kalasiris. There was a smile on her lips, while there was a gleam in her eyes in which Assou lost himself in for a moment. His senses reached out to the world she kept hidden and simultaneously he had no choice but to pull them back and lock them in a box where no one would find them. Dinem was nothing more than that. She had only been a diversion.

When she lifted her gaze and looked at him, there was no disappointment. Nothing had changed between them.

“Although I must confess that I am perhaps a little greedier than I should be, Vizier,” she began suddenly, causing Assou to tilt his head. She hadn’t wiped off his essence. It would stain her clothes, he knew that, but it would also tempt her to wash and clean her dress in a few minutes. He had no doubts about any of this. The only thing that raised questions were her words, which seemed completely different from her actions.

“What do you mean?” he finally asked.

“If you ask it of me, I will serve you until one god of death opens judgement for our souls,” she began. “I will do whatever you ask, no questions asked. Think of me as an ally.” She folded her hands in her lap. “The only thing I ask for is a part of you. I can be anything you desire as long as you give me a part of you.”

Not his love. Not his body. And yet a part of him. As if she would be satisfied enough if he only treated her better than others. If he gave her affection no other slave would receive from him. It sounded like a fair deal, something he could use, because Amenti was all he had allied himself with. Against Maathorneferure, he needed skilful helpers who couldn’t be bribed with money. Friends who wouldn’t betray him.

“I think I can do that,” he agreed. It was good to know that Dinem was on his side. She was reliable, and she had warned him about Maathorneferure before. She saw things he missed and that would make it easier to protect Fatrada. “And I think I have a job for you.”

“You want me to watch the new slave Fatrada so Maathorneferure doesn’t hurt her, don’t you?” Dinem’s smile widened. “You’re very easy to read, Vizier.”

She saw right through him, as if she didn’t have to try at all. Dinem’s attention was assured. And it made him smile thinly as he nodded.

“Exactly. Whatever happens, report back. It’s important for me to know what Maathorneferure is planning.” He nodded towards the door, akin to a silent command. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”

“As you wish, Vizier.” Dinem’s curt bow hardly seemed like a sign of respect, appeared more like a means to an end, before she turned and went about her business.

Assou watched her for a moment before exhaling loudly. The tension still lurked in his body and even though the weakness in his muscles was becoming more and more apparent, he never thought of sleep for a moment. Fatrada now had a watchful eye on her shoulders. That made her a case he didn’t need to turn his attention to. Keeping his wits about him was more important. It was essential for him to complete his tasks in an orderly fashion and do something about the Third Great Royal Queen first, instead of getting lost in the spiral that always overtook him.

In these breaths, it was easier to gather himself. It was simpler to know what came first and what he couldn’t let distract him. His vision was clear. Just as it had been before Fatrada. Completely different and easy to control. The clouds that had fogged his mind were gone.

Slowly, the tjati stretched his legs and supported himself backwards on his hands. Then he closed his eyes and let his mind fall far into oblivion behind the blackness, where nothing was waiting and no one was calling for him. The only thing taking him in was the strange feeling of soft companionship nestling against his perception, making Assou barely noticeably open his eyes again. The room was still silent, but the strange feeling on him persisted. It brushed against his arm and as he lowered his gaze, a smile flitted across his lips.

“Amenti... If I didn’t know better, I’d say you are following me.” He stroked her head carefully. Her small body seemed as fragile as crumbling stone under his hands and yet she accepted his affection with a soft purr.

“Have you come to tell me what I can do to get rid of Maathorneferure?” It was just a joke. Nothing more and nothing less. But Amenti looked at him with her wide eyes and seemed to absorb his every word. Talking to her dispelled the tension. “These are strange days,” he continued. “My messenger is dead. Someone has drawn Horus’ eye on the opposite wall of my room by order, and Fatrada is a slave of the palace. I wouldn’t say anything is going well.”

The cat’s meow gave him reassurance, even if he didn’t know what she meant. Still, she continued to pay attention to him, and looking at Amenti gave him strange certainty about at least one thing.

“Killing her myself would be too dangerous,” he said slowly. “If they catch me, Fatrada will end up alone in this palace. There would be no one left to help her get out of this miserable situation.” He lowered his eyes. “So I have to find something to get her killed by Ramesses’ order.”