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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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Views:
1,717
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Pleasure Seeking
Pleasure-Seeking
All of Lower Egypt rejoiced. The eve of the festival of Bast was most certainly something to be celebrated. Many of their own Egyptian \'festivals\' involved several unpleasant elements, like women staying indoors the whole day, no eating for the day, and so on. The festival of Bast was no such holiday: the entire point of the celebration was sexual pleasure. Once the sun set beyond the dunes, children were put to bed and ordered not to leave the house, while the adults ran wild by the riverbanks with sexual lust as women on the barges headed for Bast\'s capital city of Bubastis danced and flipped their skirts to the eager audience on the shore. Needless to say, Bast was one of the more popular goddesses.
Though not as festive as the groups along the river, the citizens remaining in the cities were no less rowdy. The men and women not down at the banks ran wildly through the streets of Heliopolis, subjected to a wide range of sexual activities from random gropings to lewd displays of intimate passion in the middle of the streets. The Pharaoh took a long-needed break; adults as young as 12 and as old as 40 ruled the streets tonight. Although any 11 or 12 year old would give their right arm to be allowed to participate in this festival, a certain 18-year-old woman was having trouble coping with her first time celebrating such the sexual holiday. She really was a party animal at heart, but the crudeness of the festival made her uneasy. All her life she had been sheltered from such lust, but she had decided that tonight she would let go.
Takhira sighed and tramped her way through the main streets of Heliopolis. She hadn\'t bothered to disguise herself in the least because no one knew her enough to recognize her and the entire population of Egypt was so clouded with lust that no one would care who she was anyways. Her point was further proven as two giggling women suddenly ran up and mooned her, dashing down the street and disappearing into the shadows, leaving Takhira a bit taken aback and slightly more nervous.
She yelped as a group of males ran by, one groping her bottom and another squeezing her breast. Before she could protest, they too were gone, probably chasing the women that had just flashed her. No one seemed to care who was with who tonight. Although she told herself constantly not to look, she couldn\'t help but stare at the odd threesome or foursome by the side of the road. Half of the city\'s population was completely naked, while three quarters of the remaining were half so. Takhira had never seen such an explicit night.
Don\'t think, act, she reminded herself. Tonight is only a festival... there are no regrets tomorrow. Live for tonight! But somehow, she couldn\'t bring herself to. The air was heavily laced with the smell of sex, making her shudder and quicken her paces. It was like a dream, running through the night while naked bodies on the street poured over each other. All their moaning and gasping was starting to blend together into one sound that echoed through the night, and through Takhira\'s head. She would never forget that sound of the nation crying out as one.
She needed to escape the lusty crowds in the street. Heart pounding furiously"”although it wasn\'t just her heart pulsing anymore"”she took cover in the first convenient alleyway she could find. Her hand clutched her heart, trying to slow it, although she made no effort to control her choppy breathing. Last week she had made a promise to herself, to go out on the festival of Bast and allow herself to fall into lust\'s sinister spell. Ever since she was a small child, the priests and priestesses had always taught her to remain a virgin until she was married. Somehow, a royal-born Daughter of the Nile"”especially the firstborn"”that remained a virgin until marriage was considered more precious or something to the gods. So she had listened to them... and was treated as a child because of it. Tonight she had wanted to show them all up, and prove that she was not an innocent child. But going out and finding somebody to sleep with was apparently harder than she had first thought, especially since being scared"”yes, she admitted it: scared"”out of her mind was not part of her plan.
"Hey, pretty one. Looking for a good time?" a sultry voice murmured.
Takhira jumped and turned her head towards the back of the alley. She hadn\'t noticed the man leaning against one of the walls, but then again, he had been concealed by the shadows until his lust betrayed him. He strolled out silkily, like an ocelot approaching it\'s prey. Takhira was frozen, paralyzed until he was right above her, his arm leaning on the wall behind her. He lowered his face the few inches to match hers. She trembled as his dark eyes eagerly took in her face and chest. Some voice echoing out from the far reaches of her mind was telling her to run away, to scream, to do something other than stand there, but her body was suddenly too heavy to move.
Apparently no response was the kind of response he was looking for, because he swiftly pressed his mouth against hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She nearly choked on the sour taste of commoner\'s beer, and her whole body seized up in fear as one of his hands started trailing up her inner thigh. He pulled away from her mouth, smirked at her, and gripped the fabric over her breasts. Common sense finally broke through to Takhira at this point, and her hands shot out without warning, trying to shove him off.
He chuckled. Ripped her dress. His hands were all over her. Thought was gone. Instincts took over. He to gain pleasure from her, and she to escape. Her body didn\'t respond to thought anymore; the tearing of the fabric was the last thing to register. She was vaguely aware of her limbs squirming and shoving against his body, but she was also vaguely aware that she was fighting a losing battle to an overpowering force.
His hand slipped into the rip over her chest, and another surge of heart-clenching panic raced through her body. And this time, her body\'s random attempts to get away finally did something somewhat useful: her teeth clamped down sharply on his tongue.
The man screeched and tore away from her mouth. Common sense told her to scream, but before the shout could get out a thick hand collided with her cheek.
"Fucking bitch!" he hissed. "You want to play rough, well I\'ll show you rough"”"
"Sefu, you son of a bitch! I was wondering where you had gotten to. Think I\'d let you run off to leave me with a vengeful barkeep? Pay for your own drinks, bastard."
"And here I thought I was home free. Shoulda known you\'d chase me down, Sadeh. I\'ll repay you tomorrow, so piss off. I\'m busy."
"No, you get back to that tavern and barter off your own bill. I\'m sure as hell not covering for your shot bill!" Thought finally flooded back into Takhira\'s head as she was given time to drink in the familiar figure at the end of the alley. Sadeh Kaltesh stood there, glaring at the man over her. Normally she would have protested to Sadeh of all people rescuing her, but she was too shaken to make sense of anything more than the fact that she wasn\'t being raped.
Sefu growled at Sadeh, and for a few moments both males tried to stare each other down. After what seemed like a lifetime to Takhira, Sefu reluctantly let go of her and stormed out of the alley. Sadeh turned to watch him go. Without turning around, he spoke: "Run off. And don\'t skulk around the alleys on the festival of Bast. If you need it that badly, there are plenty of eager men in the streets."
Takhira\'s mind seemed to be working in slow motion. After a lifetime of silence, her mind finally caught her up to speed enough to form a simple sentence: "Thank you, Sadeh."
"Eh?" He turned his head to look at her. For a moment he didn\'t seem to recognize her, then shock dawned on his face. "Princess?! What the hell are you doing out here on a night like this?"
"I..." Words failed her. She fell silent.
"I expected much better from the innocent one of the palace. This is far, far below you, Princess. You\'re better than all this."
That came through fast and clear. Takhira snapped and stepped away from the wall. "What do you care? I\'m not a kid, Sadeh! I\'m a big girl, and I can make my own decisions and do what I damn well want!" she scowled. "You have no right to tell me what I can and can\'t do!"
"So you\'re a big girl because after eighteen years of self-disciplined virginity, you run out to the streets to get yourself laid by whoever you meet first on the Night of Lust. Yeah, it\'s a great way to show your maturity."
"I can make my own decisions and take care of myself."
"So you get yourself raped in the dark alleys of a lusty festival."
"I wasn\'t going to be raped, Sadeh. There\'s a difference between getting raped and getting laid."
"Really?" he said nonchalantly. "So you show your passion by biting tongues and thrashing about like a fish out of water. You didn\'t seem to open to Sefu\'s so-called affections."
"You... you... ugh! Look, I\'m not a kid, all right!" she growled.
"Oh, so that\'s it. You feel like a kid because you\'re still a virgin. Is that what you want, Princess? To be laid so you can feel like an adult? Do you want to be treated like an adult, Princess?"
"Yes!" she cried.
"Very well then," he narrowed his eyes, stepping towards her. "I\'ll treat you like the adult you want to be."
Before Takhira could respond, she was brutally shoved against the wall. Sadeh held her forearms against the wall, stopping her from lashing back with them or shoving away. Without further warning, his mouth was suddenly against hers. He gave her no chance to protest before the rest of his body trapped her between him and the wall, freeing his hands so he run them down her body. So much fear was radiating off of her that it was starting to effect Sadeh, but he turned it into lust and came back at her twice as hard.
One of his hands grabbed the ripped edge of her dress and started to tear it further. He could feel the tears dripping from her closed eyes onto his nose and cheek and her frightened whimpers against his mouth, but continued to push her further. His other hand, down by her hips, dipped lower to her inner thighs. At the same time that hand reached the point where it temporarily couldn\'t go any further in its path, his other hand squeezed her breasts. And she finally fell over the cliff he had been shoving her towards.
A spasm of panic ran through her body, stronger than anything she else she had felt last night. It flooded her limbs with superhuman strength and the will to get away. She shoved out with everything she had, and he stumbled off of her, falling back against the opposite wall.
Takhira gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at him with wide, teary eyes. For a moment she stood over him, stammering out several sounds that couldn\'t be formed into coherent dialogue. He looked up at her with a mocking glare.
"I thought you wanted to be treated like an adult, Princess? What\'s wrong... scared?" he half-growled, trying to keep his voice steady.
"You... I... I..." she shook herself, and screamed. "DAMN YOU, KALTESH!"
Sadeh watched her turn and run out of the alley. She stumbled a bit once she was back in the main street, but she quickly regained herself and dashed away up the street in the direction of the palace. She may have been crying, too, but he wouldn\'t know. Not even the moaning from the streets could be heard over the breaking of his heart. He stood up, hardly trusting the strength in his legs to hold him.
"Stupid," he muttered, touching his own lips. Whatever chance he had ever had with her was gone in a flutter of tears. At least she would think twice now about settling for anything less than what she deserved.
With a heartbroken sigh, he trudged out into the streets and started in the opposite direction that Takhira had taken. Maybe if he was lucky, he could get himself drunk and enjoy the night anyway. If not... there was a lonely place called his dreams waiting for him where no one could hear him cry.
All of Lower Egypt rejoiced. The eve of the festival of Bast was most certainly something to be celebrated. Many of their own Egyptian \'festivals\' involved several unpleasant elements, like women staying indoors the whole day, no eating for the day, and so on. The festival of Bast was no such holiday: the entire point of the celebration was sexual pleasure. Once the sun set beyond the dunes, children were put to bed and ordered not to leave the house, while the adults ran wild by the riverbanks with sexual lust as women on the barges headed for Bast\'s capital city of Bubastis danced and flipped their skirts to the eager audience on the shore. Needless to say, Bast was one of the more popular goddesses.
Though not as festive as the groups along the river, the citizens remaining in the cities were no less rowdy. The men and women not down at the banks ran wildly through the streets of Heliopolis, subjected to a wide range of sexual activities from random gropings to lewd displays of intimate passion in the middle of the streets. The Pharaoh took a long-needed break; adults as young as 12 and as old as 40 ruled the streets tonight. Although any 11 or 12 year old would give their right arm to be allowed to participate in this festival, a certain 18-year-old woman was having trouble coping with her first time celebrating such the sexual holiday. She really was a party animal at heart, but the crudeness of the festival made her uneasy. All her life she had been sheltered from such lust, but she had decided that tonight she would let go.
Takhira sighed and tramped her way through the main streets of Heliopolis. She hadn\'t bothered to disguise herself in the least because no one knew her enough to recognize her and the entire population of Egypt was so clouded with lust that no one would care who she was anyways. Her point was further proven as two giggling women suddenly ran up and mooned her, dashing down the street and disappearing into the shadows, leaving Takhira a bit taken aback and slightly more nervous.
She yelped as a group of males ran by, one groping her bottom and another squeezing her breast. Before she could protest, they too were gone, probably chasing the women that had just flashed her. No one seemed to care who was with who tonight. Although she told herself constantly not to look, she couldn\'t help but stare at the odd threesome or foursome by the side of the road. Half of the city\'s population was completely naked, while three quarters of the remaining were half so. Takhira had never seen such an explicit night.
Don\'t think, act, she reminded herself. Tonight is only a festival... there are no regrets tomorrow. Live for tonight! But somehow, she couldn\'t bring herself to. The air was heavily laced with the smell of sex, making her shudder and quicken her paces. It was like a dream, running through the night while naked bodies on the street poured over each other. All their moaning and gasping was starting to blend together into one sound that echoed through the night, and through Takhira\'s head. She would never forget that sound of the nation crying out as one.
She needed to escape the lusty crowds in the street. Heart pounding furiously"”although it wasn\'t just her heart pulsing anymore"”she took cover in the first convenient alleyway she could find. Her hand clutched her heart, trying to slow it, although she made no effort to control her choppy breathing. Last week she had made a promise to herself, to go out on the festival of Bast and allow herself to fall into lust\'s sinister spell. Ever since she was a small child, the priests and priestesses had always taught her to remain a virgin until she was married. Somehow, a royal-born Daughter of the Nile"”especially the firstborn"”that remained a virgin until marriage was considered more precious or something to the gods. So she had listened to them... and was treated as a child because of it. Tonight she had wanted to show them all up, and prove that she was not an innocent child. But going out and finding somebody to sleep with was apparently harder than she had first thought, especially since being scared"”yes, she admitted it: scared"”out of her mind was not part of her plan.
"Hey, pretty one. Looking for a good time?" a sultry voice murmured.
Takhira jumped and turned her head towards the back of the alley. She hadn\'t noticed the man leaning against one of the walls, but then again, he had been concealed by the shadows until his lust betrayed him. He strolled out silkily, like an ocelot approaching it\'s prey. Takhira was frozen, paralyzed until he was right above her, his arm leaning on the wall behind her. He lowered his face the few inches to match hers. She trembled as his dark eyes eagerly took in her face and chest. Some voice echoing out from the far reaches of her mind was telling her to run away, to scream, to do something other than stand there, but her body was suddenly too heavy to move.
Apparently no response was the kind of response he was looking for, because he swiftly pressed his mouth against hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She nearly choked on the sour taste of commoner\'s beer, and her whole body seized up in fear as one of his hands started trailing up her inner thigh. He pulled away from her mouth, smirked at her, and gripped the fabric over her breasts. Common sense finally broke through to Takhira at this point, and her hands shot out without warning, trying to shove him off.
He chuckled. Ripped her dress. His hands were all over her. Thought was gone. Instincts took over. He to gain pleasure from her, and she to escape. Her body didn\'t respond to thought anymore; the tearing of the fabric was the last thing to register. She was vaguely aware of her limbs squirming and shoving against his body, but she was also vaguely aware that she was fighting a losing battle to an overpowering force.
His hand slipped into the rip over her chest, and another surge of heart-clenching panic raced through her body. And this time, her body\'s random attempts to get away finally did something somewhat useful: her teeth clamped down sharply on his tongue.
The man screeched and tore away from her mouth. Common sense told her to scream, but before the shout could get out a thick hand collided with her cheek.
"Fucking bitch!" he hissed. "You want to play rough, well I\'ll show you rough"”"
"Sefu, you son of a bitch! I was wondering where you had gotten to. Think I\'d let you run off to leave me with a vengeful barkeep? Pay for your own drinks, bastard."
"And here I thought I was home free. Shoulda known you\'d chase me down, Sadeh. I\'ll repay you tomorrow, so piss off. I\'m busy."
"No, you get back to that tavern and barter off your own bill. I\'m sure as hell not covering for your shot bill!" Thought finally flooded back into Takhira\'s head as she was given time to drink in the familiar figure at the end of the alley. Sadeh Kaltesh stood there, glaring at the man over her. Normally she would have protested to Sadeh of all people rescuing her, but she was too shaken to make sense of anything more than the fact that she wasn\'t being raped.
Sefu growled at Sadeh, and for a few moments both males tried to stare each other down. After what seemed like a lifetime to Takhira, Sefu reluctantly let go of her and stormed out of the alley. Sadeh turned to watch him go. Without turning around, he spoke: "Run off. And don\'t skulk around the alleys on the festival of Bast. If you need it that badly, there are plenty of eager men in the streets."
Takhira\'s mind seemed to be working in slow motion. After a lifetime of silence, her mind finally caught her up to speed enough to form a simple sentence: "Thank you, Sadeh."
"Eh?" He turned his head to look at her. For a moment he didn\'t seem to recognize her, then shock dawned on his face. "Princess?! What the hell are you doing out here on a night like this?"
"I..." Words failed her. She fell silent.
"I expected much better from the innocent one of the palace. This is far, far below you, Princess. You\'re better than all this."
That came through fast and clear. Takhira snapped and stepped away from the wall. "What do you care? I\'m not a kid, Sadeh! I\'m a big girl, and I can make my own decisions and do what I damn well want!" she scowled. "You have no right to tell me what I can and can\'t do!"
"So you\'re a big girl because after eighteen years of self-disciplined virginity, you run out to the streets to get yourself laid by whoever you meet first on the Night of Lust. Yeah, it\'s a great way to show your maturity."
"I can make my own decisions and take care of myself."
"So you get yourself raped in the dark alleys of a lusty festival."
"I wasn\'t going to be raped, Sadeh. There\'s a difference between getting raped and getting laid."
"Really?" he said nonchalantly. "So you show your passion by biting tongues and thrashing about like a fish out of water. You didn\'t seem to open to Sefu\'s so-called affections."
"You... you... ugh! Look, I\'m not a kid, all right!" she growled.
"Oh, so that\'s it. You feel like a kid because you\'re still a virgin. Is that what you want, Princess? To be laid so you can feel like an adult? Do you want to be treated like an adult, Princess?"
"Yes!" she cried.
"Very well then," he narrowed his eyes, stepping towards her. "I\'ll treat you like the adult you want to be."
Before Takhira could respond, she was brutally shoved against the wall. Sadeh held her forearms against the wall, stopping her from lashing back with them or shoving away. Without further warning, his mouth was suddenly against hers. He gave her no chance to protest before the rest of his body trapped her between him and the wall, freeing his hands so he run them down her body. So much fear was radiating off of her that it was starting to effect Sadeh, but he turned it into lust and came back at her twice as hard.
One of his hands grabbed the ripped edge of her dress and started to tear it further. He could feel the tears dripping from her closed eyes onto his nose and cheek and her frightened whimpers against his mouth, but continued to push her further. His other hand, down by her hips, dipped lower to her inner thighs. At the same time that hand reached the point where it temporarily couldn\'t go any further in its path, his other hand squeezed her breasts. And she finally fell over the cliff he had been shoving her towards.
A spasm of panic ran through her body, stronger than anything she else she had felt last night. It flooded her limbs with superhuman strength and the will to get away. She shoved out with everything she had, and he stumbled off of her, falling back against the opposite wall.
Takhira gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at him with wide, teary eyes. For a moment she stood over him, stammering out several sounds that couldn\'t be formed into coherent dialogue. He looked up at her with a mocking glare.
"I thought you wanted to be treated like an adult, Princess? What\'s wrong... scared?" he half-growled, trying to keep his voice steady.
"You... I... I..." she shook herself, and screamed. "DAMN YOU, KALTESH!"
Sadeh watched her turn and run out of the alley. She stumbled a bit once she was back in the main street, but she quickly regained herself and dashed away up the street in the direction of the palace. She may have been crying, too, but he wouldn\'t know. Not even the moaning from the streets could be heard over the breaking of his heart. He stood up, hardly trusting the strength in his legs to hold him.
"Stupid," he muttered, touching his own lips. Whatever chance he had ever had with her was gone in a flutter of tears. At least she would think twice now about settling for anything less than what she deserved.
With a heartbroken sigh, he trudged out into the streets and started in the opposite direction that Takhira had taken. Maybe if he was lucky, he could get himself drunk and enjoy the night anyway. If not... there was a lonely place called his dreams waiting for him where no one could hear him cry.