Kaira, Priestess of the Desert

Finally, some smuttyness! POV jumps between Ardeth and Kaira in this one, I’ll try to be distinct.

They were sharing a cabin. Ardeth had decided that it would be best for the girl if they gave the image of a married couple. This way she would not be in constant danger of being assaulted during the voyage. Yet, he had not thought ahead to the fact that only one bed occupied their small room, and that it would have to be shared between them. His body tightened at the thought of the long, hot nights ahead of him.

Kaira looked at her companion when she felt his sigh above her head. She had been transfixed by the oddities that abounded on the vessel since they had gotten onto it. There were so many things she wished to explore. For instance, how many slaves were needed to row such a great ship?

She looked closely at the man beside her. His face was so handsome, she wished to see if his body was all it promised underneath those dark robes. Kaira shook her head. Such lustful thoughts were not to be for a priestess or guardian.

When all other girls of the palace were becoming interested in the pleasures to be found among males, Kaira had been studying warrior’s skills alongside the Pharaoh’s sons. With her lighter weight and smaller limbs, she had managed to become faster and more skilled than her comrades. It wasn’t until much later that she realized that by becoming the best, she had alienated the men around her. No man wished to bed her, for they were jealous of her skill with weapons and shamed that a woman could beat them at hand-to-hand combat. When Pharaoh had insisted she pick a man for husband, she had then decided that she would become a guardian of one of the Pharaoh’s most prized treasures. Becoming a priestess was secondary to this, but still an honor. This man though, this Ardeth Bay, ignited a heat within Kaira that she had never felt before.

The Medjai had escorted her into a tiny room that she thought were to belong to the servants of the craft. She soon reevaluated her opinion when she saw the tall warrior arrange what little baggage they had inside the room.

“Is this to be where I am supposed to sleep?”

Ardeth looked over his shoulder at her, “No, this is where we are to sleep.”

Kaira was flabbergasted at this. BOTH of them? By the eye of Horus, she would not be able to sleep at all if she was going to have to sleep beside that mountain of muscle! She was about to voice many grievous objections to this arrangement, when he began to disrobe with his back to her. Kaira’s breath caught in her throat as he took off the tunic he wore, exposing a broad expanse of smooth, muscular back and shoulders.

“The sun has fallen for the day, we should get some rest. I know you must be tired from your ordeal and…” Ardeth froze as he felt the butterfly touch of her fingertips on his shoulders. She was tracing one of the many scars he had received while keeping the secrets of Hamunaptra safe. Shivers went down his spine as he felt her lips brush a long scar on his right shoulder, one he had received at the hands of Lock-Nah, so long ago.

His eyes closed as her exploration continued, until he could take it no longer. He turned, grabbing her wrist. “That is enough,” he whispered roughly. Ardeth looked into the fathomless pools of her eyes, widened in shock and embarrassment. And lust, he noted. He swept his thumb over the pulse point on the inside of her wrist. He could feel the race of her pulse underneath the thin skin. He pulled her hand up to his mouth, flicking his tongue against her pulse, wanting to taste her excitement on his tongue.

Kaira gasped at the feel of his velvet tongue stroking her skin. Heat was coiling low in her belly, a tingling feeling beginning between her thighs. Was this Medjai a sorcerer as well? His lips crept up her arm, savoring her flesh along the way, especially the bend of her elbow. Kaira moaned softly as he bit gently the tender skin there, then soothed the sting with another stroke of his tongue. Kaira’s other arm came up to his chest, burying her fingers in the crisp hairs that covered the breadth of his chest then came to a thinned on his belly to come to a line under his navel, traveling further down into the robes he still wore upon his hips. Kaira wanted to follow that trail, but was afraid to where it would lead. Instead, she lifted her hand to his head, sifting strands of his black hair between her fingers.

Finally, Kaira became impatient to feel his lips upon hers; she grabbed a handful of his locks and pulled his face to hers, crushing her lips to his. Then, she felt a hand on her jaw, pulling it down.

“Open for me, *bahiyya*. I want to taste you.”

Kaira opened her lips to him and felt his tongue sweep inside. The sensation was so strange, but it did feel good. Kaira tentatively touched his tongue with her own, stroking the length of it. She felt his groan in her mouth, telling her that he liked that very much.
She felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her body firmly against his. The heat from his body leapt into hers, stoking the fires within her into a blaze. Kaira ran her hands down his back, up his arms, reaching every inch of skin she could touch. It wasn’t enough, she wanted more. As Kaira tugged on the robes that still hung on his hips, Ardeth lifted his head.

“*Malak*…Kaira, are you sure?” His right hand cupped her cheek, his eyes more eloquently asking the question his lips had uttered.

Kaira looked into Ardeth’s eyes deeply, seeing a gentleness there that his rough exterior hid. She took his hand and put it over her heart, “Yes.”

Ardeth was both shocked and exultant at her answer. He didn’t wish to question his good fortune, so he lifted and carried her to the bed before she could change her mind. He undid the silver link belts and stings that held together the dress then lifted it over her head, throwing the garment across the room to land where it may. He kissed her quickly as he saw uncertainty fill her eyes once she laid at his mercy. Once she was love-drunk again, he took a moment to take off his boots, then immediately went back to working on her, sucking and biting her neck in a way that had her twitching.

Ardeth moved down to her breasts, kneading one while attending the other. His tongue swirled around the nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth where he suckled deep and hard. He heard her pleasure by her moans and hitched breathing. He could feel her excitement from her galloping heart underneath his tongue and her arched back, which offered him more of her bounty. He could smell her arousal from between her thighs. As he moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first, Ardeth slipped a hand through her curls to feel if she was ready for him. He parted the curtain of her lips, stroking a finger over her treasure. Her cream coated his finger, letting him easily slip it into her tender opening.

Ardeth looked into her face as he heard her whimper. “Ardeth…” she sighed, “please.”

He swore as he pushed his finger deeper into her, sweating at the tight feel of her gripping him. May Allah grant me strength, he begged, for I do not think I will be to last long once I am inside her! Ardeth could bear the wait no longer. He ripped the rest of his robes from his body, gripped her knees and spread her thighs wide to settle himself between them. He reached down to arrange himself at her entrance, and then held Kaira’s face to get her attention.

“Kaira, look at me.” Her eyes opened, lust and confusion mixed within their depths. “Hold onto me, *habiba*.”

Her arms encircled his back, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Ardeth gripped her hips and began pushing into her. It wasn’t easy, despite her arousal, despite the dampness that readied her for him. Ardeth rocked his hips back and forth, forcing himself a little deeper into her with each motion. Kaira’s nails dug into his shoulders as discomfort overcame pleasure, then pain over that. Ardeth hesitated for a moment when he felt a tale tell barrier in his path, but proceeded to thrust through it. He held her as she cried out in pain, then soothed her with whispers.

“Shh, shh,” he murmured. “Lie still, *habiba*. It will be better in a moment.”

He waited to let her body adjust to the new intrusion, feathering kisses over her face to ease her. Ardeth nibbled at her lips, trying to raise the level of arousal once again. He slipped a hand between her thighs once more, now finding the pearl that was the center of her pleasure. He stroked it lightly and slowly, he could feel the heat building within her once again. Kaira’s hands came to the back of his head, pressing his lips closer to her. He could feel her tongue trace his lips, then mesh with his own once he took over the kiss. Tiny whimpers escaped from her as she began to work herself on his shaft, her body demanding satisfaction.

Ardeth began to draw out of her slowly, his fingers clenching in the sheets at tightly stretched feel of her. When he was halfway out, he gave her back his length, setting up a slow, delicious rhythm. He circled his hips, increasing her pleasure. Her cries rose as her climax drew near. Ardeth once again reached down between their bodies to flick that nubbin of flesh, then thrust hard and deep, holding. Her orgasm ripped through her, lifting her spine off the bed. Her arms clasped him to her breast as she shattered. Ardeth gritted his teeth as he felt her muscles squeezing him, bringing him so close to the brink but not quite. He held still and let her take her pleasure.

When Kaira fell limply beneath him, Ardeth hooked his arms around her knees and then rose above her, placing his hands on either side of her head. His hips began to piston back and forth between her widespread thighs. His back hunched with the intensity of his thrusts, his need for orgasm riding him hard. Ardeth threw his head back and shouted as he thrust deep into her, his whole body convulsing as he spurted hotly into her.

Ardeth lay heavily on her, trembling and sweating. The last thing he remembered before falling into an exhausted slumber was the feel of light fingertips caressing his hair.


Arabic translations:
Bahiyya – beautiful
Malak - angel
Habiba – beloved, darling


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