The rays of Almighty Ra's light forced a pair of green eyes to open on a serene morning. Green eyes belonging to Tarik, son of Pharaoh Karim and Queen Roxana, crown prince of Egypt. Tarik glared outside at the sun god shining in all its glory knowing it was Ra's last full day before surrendering the sky to Khonsu (the moon good). Tarik should have been smiling as it was the day of Thoth and Renenutet; god and goddess of the harvest and this day was the harvest festival itself. Thanks to the gods, the harvest this year was beyond plentiful. As a child he detested this day because of his fear of the dark, but his mother explained that even the gods
needed to rest and Ra's light would still shine though simply lesser. As a young man, he now loathed this day for an entirely new reason. The new reason being he knew at the present moment, that laying alone in his bed with Ra's light over him was the only peace he'd see this day. It was the harvest festival and since the harvest was plentiful, Pharaoh would pronounce a day celebration causing the people to become unruly. The prince was wide awake though, so there was no use in running from the daylight. He took a soothing bath, applied sweet smelling oils, and got dressed. It would be hard, but he'd just have to grit his teeth and face the day's events head on. He was the prince of Egypt after all and even royalty are sometimes required to partake in things they wished to avoid.
"Bless you on this harvest day, Lord Prince." One of his guard said as Tarik approached his bedchamber door to leave.
Tarik smiled, "Thank you, but today we bless the gods, who are too good to us."
The guards were about to open the bedchamber doors when surprisingly there was a light knock at them. The guards looked to the prince first and after the royal's gentle nod; they opened the great doors to find Queen Roxana standing there. The Persian queen was forever regal in a strapless, sky blue silk dress. Her long, brown hair flowing down her back, her bronze skin like her son's was flawless, and her green eyes were full of love. Tarik's guards bowed low before her than rose as mother and son embraced. The two began to kiss passionately, their lips and tongues dancing together for a moment.
"Pharaoh and I have been waiting for you in the courtyard, son." Roxana said breaking the kiss. "Have you forgotten the importance of this day?"
Tarik shook his head, "I haven't, but I was savoring looking at Ra's light. His light shines for only twelve hours."
Roxana's hand found her son's cheek, "Aww, your devotion to Ra is sweet, but today truly belongs to Thoth and Renenutet."
The prince smirked, "His light kept me unafraid as a boy and one day His light will immerse me as Pharaoh."
Roxana kissed her son's lips, "Yes, but we mustn't dwell on the future as the present stands before us. Come, the people await us."
Placing his hand in his mother's, Tarik took a calming breath knowing that the rest of the day faced him. He put on fake smile and walked hand and hand with his mother out into the courtyard where the people as well as Pharaoh himself stood. Tarik stood at his father's right while Roxana stood at her husband's left.
"My people," Pharaoh began. "The gods as always are good to us, but on this day, the festival of Thoth and Renenutet . . . we give them thanks for bountiful harvest they have bestowed onto us."
Pharaoh turned to Tarik, "We also mourn Amun-Ra for after this day His light will dim as the world grows darker."
Tarik smiled at his father's words of honor to their chief deity, but his smile soon faded as he knew what Pharaoh's next words would be.
"It is true that without the gods nothing is possible, but they have worked through you. The slaves, the farmers, and to you all . . . I pronounce that this day is one of celebration. Let this day in the land of Egypt be joyous with feasting and drinking. This day indulge in all things to the heart's content. My people, this day belongs to Thoth and Renenutet, but let it belong to you as well!"
Pharaoh's words caused the people to cheer while his words made Tarik roll his eyes as servants brought out trays of food along with large jugs of wine, beer, and milk. Tarik never partook in wine or beer as his drink of choice was always milk whether as child when it came from his mother's breasts or now as it flowed from a stone vase, the prince loved the sweet taste of milk. He grabbed a lone cup and filled it with a drink before retreating back into the palace. He needed a drink after hearing what his father had just decreed and moments later, Tarik stood outside on a high balcony while sipping his milk while waiting on his emissary to arrive.
"You summoned me, Lord Prince?" Tarik's emissary said after keeping the prince waiting fifteen minutes.
Tarik turned his head slightly and nodded before looking skyward again, "Yes, bring the slave girl, Hagar. I have need of her."
Hagar walked from the slave quarters of the palace in search of the Crown Prince as she wore a simple, light green dress. She couldn't help, but smile as for today she wouldn't be looked at as a slave. Pharaoh decreed a day of indulgence because Egypt's good fortune this harvest festival and for one day she wasn't forced to wear the handwoven rags she'd normally dawn. She was just about to join the festivities when the Crown Prince's emissary found her, calling her to his aid. She found the prince on a perch facing nothing, but Ra in the clear blue sky. Staring at the prince of Egypt like most of the women, Hager felt her womanhood twitch and dampen. Tarik's bronze skin, chiseled features, mountainous shoulders, and broad chest made the man an enticing specimen. Today his physique was accentuated as he wore no shirt, woven shorts, and sandals on his feet while the crown worn by his father many years ago sat his brow through thick semi-long black hair.
Coming up behind him, she said, "Must you always summon me like this, Lord Prince? I'm surprised to see that you're inside the palace instead of enjoying the celebration in the courtyard."
"We're friends Hagar; you know I only summon you like this for the sake appearances." Tarik explained as he turned to face her. "I wish things were different, but it's unbecoming for a royal to be seen with a slave in this manner."
"As for the celebration, I don't have time for such hedonistic gatherings. Becoming drunk and lost in sexual abandon isn't my idea of celebration. Besides by now, the feast has spread well past
the courtyard." He added with a grimace.
"Hedonistic gatherings? Majesty, the day is one of self indulgence."
"So you define self indulgence as becoming drunk and lost in sexual abandon?"
"Indulgence is a part of life, enjoyment of the good things, Lord Prince. People indulge all the time whether it is with food, drink, love, or even carnal acts. You wouldn't even know of a woman if you hadn't indulged in the queen's love and the entire palace knows you enjoyed that
Tarik laughed, "True, but what the people do today isn't indulgence, Hagar. You saw how the people were last year. They were drunk and lying together all over the land like it was their bedchamber. I'm wary and reluctant of the people as I can only imagine how bad this year will be."
"If I may speak as not as a slave, but as myself. . ."
"You may," Tarik said cutting her off, but let her finish her thought.
". . .I say that your reluctance of this day are misguided as you know nothing of self indulgence, Lord Prince. I wish that you break free of being prince and just be a man than perhaps you'll understand my words. Now
, am I truly needed or was my summons for a talk?"
"Just a talk, Hagar. Enjoy yourself today . . . but don't lose yourself today."
The slave girl bowed with a smile, "Understood, Lord Prince." before leaving the future Pharaoh with only her words.
Hagar hoped the Crown Prince would take her words to heart. He was the prince of Egypt, but he was at the end of the day he was still a man. His royal stature had warped his mind to a life of self-denial. He had to live a certain way, act a certain way due to his title. He had full access to the harem though many of the harem girls grumbled of his preferred touch of his mother. He needed to break free, truly enjoy life for once, and maybe he'd finally look at her the way she looked at him . . . with deep carnal desire.
Day quickly became night as Ra went to rest while Khonsu awoke and like years past, the festivities continued as music and carnal exclamations filled the prince's ears. Tarik was trying to relax, but how could anyone do so with such actions going on around them? Plus his manhood grew harder with each female moan his ears heard. Tarik tried his with all his might to ignore the call of wildness outside, but his aroused state and the infectious beats of the music were pulling him outdoors. Hagar was right, a moment of self indulgence wouldn't hurt though he was nervous about the state of his people and how they would react to him. He had to get out of the palace since the night was still young and the prince was quite bored. Khonsu's light illuminated the night along with small fires along the Nile Delta as Tarik saw firsthand the carnal goings-on his ears heard in the palace. There were all kinds of acts of lust being committed around him. There were men with women, women with women, and even men with men. All were not oblivious to the Crown Prince's presence, but were so lost in themselves that he might as well have not been there at all.
"Ahh, my prince . . . I see you've finally come to join us." A harem girl slurred as she bumped into him, her breath smelling of wine.
Tarik smiled nervously. He was already aroused and the girl before him was nude, dripping with sexual want.
"Yes, I came to see about my people."
The girl grabbed Tarik's hand and placed it on her breasts, guiding it over them back and forth, "Many have wanted to come see about you. Many a woman desires you, Lord Prince."
Distracted by the harem girl in front of him, Tarik never noticed the four more that surrounded him until each began to coo like priestesses with promises of fulfillment while their hands softly caressed him.
"We know how to please."
"You come to see us so rarely."
"Stay with us. Lie with us, Majesty."
"We shall make your every fantasy come true, my prince."
More harlots soon joined in and just as they were about drown the prince in river of lust, Queen Roxana's voice screamed in Persian, "Hap-pa-ti, hap-pa-ti
!" which meant 'No, no!'. Thankfully, since she'd become queen, all in the palace learned the Persian tongue along with the native one.
"Gods be praised," Tarik thought breathing a sigh of relief as his mother flicked her hand at the young women casting them away.
"Are you well, son?"
"Yes . . . thanks to you, Mother. I came out here to learn of self indulgence
, but after being hounded by jackals
I believe I'll just return to the palace for the night."
Tarik embraced his mother and began walking in the direction of the palace, but Roxana's hand latched onto his.
"Mother?" He questioned, but the only the single word come
left her lips before leading the prince away.
The queen served the prince a cup of milk. On top of the milk, she crushed the petals of a blue lotus flower and handed it to him. The blue lotus when ingested caused a state of intoxication without having to drink heavily and many of the people had taken in the flowers. On Tarik's tongue the flower made the beverage taste even sweeter than normal and as the last drop hit his tongue, a warmness started to rise from his core and coursed all through his body.
Roxana kissed Tarik on the cheek, "Ahhh, how do you feel?"
Tarik felt the warmness shoot through him once more and his loins stir, "Mmm, so good, Mother."
Roxana than lead her son back to the Nile Delta where they stood before two women lost in sexual delight. One woman lay on her back while the other lied between her legs, feasting on her middle. The sight aroused him as it did when he came out earlier in the evening. Unlike earlier, the women knew full well of their audience and provided quite the show which only heated up as the royal spectators began to have a bit of their own fun. As Tarik's eyes were on the women when from behind Roxana wrapped her arms around her son, caressing his muscular frame. The fingers on her left hand danced over his nipples making his member harden. Soft moans left Tarik's throat as the queen's lips found the nape of his neck.
"Ahh, Mother. . ." He groaned as her lips kissed and sucked on his neck.
"Yes," She said with a light giggle, her hand finding the hardening serpent in his shorts.
"Do you want release, my son?" She asked, teasing him a bit.
"Mmmm . . . yes Mother," Tarik moaned.
Her son's moans were music to the queen's ears and feeling how aroused he was becoming made her womanly juices flow between her thighs.
She began stroking Tarik's manhood gently, "Oooh . . . I feel it coming, son. Tell me how much you want it."
"Ahhh, I need it! By the gods, this is torture, Mother."
Roxana continued stroking the prince, "Hmm, you need it that bad, son?"
"Yes, well here comes your release now." Roxana said after kissing his cheek looking straight ahead.
Tarik looked forward to see Hagar walking towards them. She wore the same light green dress from the afternoon. The dress fit snug on her curvaceous, voluptuous frame that bared all the cleavage of her melon-sized breasts and the bottom half of her toned stomach. Hagar's skin was the color of honey as she possessed brown eyes under thin eyebrows while curly, long light brown hair cascaded down her back and around her beautiful face. The prince of Egypt's member pitched a noticeable tent in his shorts at the sight of her. Hagar was his friend, but all the prince could see at the moment was a female he desperately wanted to carnally know.
Hagar took the prince's hand, "Do you believe you're ready to indulge in the night, Lord Prince?"
Hagar like the harem girls had wine her breath, but unlike the harlots . . . he truly didn't care. Without his inhibitions and right mind all Tarik could do was nod before Hagar took him away. Unbeknownst to him though, the slave girl and the queen shared a knowing glance and Hager mouthed thank you to her Majesty than within minutes Hagar had taken Tarik to a secluded spot in the Nile Delta were they stood face to face by a warm fire.
Tarik smirked, "You wanted this all along haven't you, Hagar?"
Hagar's hand fondled Tarik's penis through his shorts, "For the longest time, Lord Prince."
Tarik roughly pulled the slave girl to him, kissing her sloppily with erotic hunger and Hagar reciprocated with the exact same fervor. The hands of the prince and the slave roamed all over each other as they swapped the taste of wine and milk in their mouths. His fingers ran down the side of the slave's arms as he began to kiss her slowly down to my collarbone. He placed a hand on her waist, preventing the girl from moving. He reached the edge of Hagar's dress and their lips unlocked as Tarik looked her in the eye. Tarik gave her a quick kiss before turning Hagar around, his tongue gliding up her neck. The prince's actions caused Hagar to moan, feeling his manhood pressed on her backside.
"Mmmm," She groaned as her womanhood twitched and drooled her juices.
"May I truly know you, Hagar?" Tarik asked slurring his words as his hands rolled over the girl's hips and thighs.
Hagar couldn't even answer. She just closed her eyes, trying to steady herself as intoxication and sexual arousal had her knees weak. She'd wanted this for so long and now that the moment had come, she felt her stomach fluttering, her chest tingling, and her knees knocking. When her knees finally dipped, Tarik held her up and suddenly Hagar felt the cool air of night on her skin as her dress was stripped away. The next thing Hagar knew, she was spun around to meet him face to face with again. Tarik kissing me with the same hunger as before. Hagar moaned louder this time, feeling his hand cup her breast. His thumb began to graze her left nipple as her own hands trailed down his back, feeling his defined muscles and her hands roamed freely down the prince's chest to his stomach. Tarik dipped down and began to suck on the nipple that had been ignored by his hand. Hagar arched into him as her hand clawing at his back from the pleasure. Her other hand grabbed him by his hair as a way of telling him not to stop.
Egypt's prince smirked against the breast in his mouth, yet as he had his way with Hagar's breasts, she didn't notice his other hand moving between her thighs. Her brain only registered this when a few of his fingers grazed her carnal canal. He began rubbing his palm against it, causing waves of pleasure to race like chariots through her. Hagar cried, panted, whimpered, and finally screamed. She screamed so loud that lustful action nowhere near her stopped for a second. Tarik smirked as Hagar trembled in his arms, her first release pouring from her depths. He held her tight, Hagar stood there breathless and panting, burying her face into the crook of Tarik's neck as he held her tight, giving her soft kisses and caresses.
"Ooooh," Hagar moaned as her orgasm quelled and with a kiss, she told Tarik she was ready for more.
Without a word, the prince laid the slave down in the sand. Tarik climbed atop his subject and their sexual organs aligned preparing for ultimate carnal bliss. They both moaned as Tarik slid fully into her. It felt so good as she was wet, but warm inside. Their lips met as Tarik's hands slid to her hips and began to slide out of her. He slowly worked his way back into her, moving slowly until she adjusted to him. Soon his movements began to speed up as Hagar's lips trailed kisses along his face and neck. In his inebriated, Tarik became more aggressive in his actions and intoxicated herself, Hagar loved it though.
"That's it . . . like that, Lord Prince!" She moaned in his ear. "Harder. . ."
Tarik thrust into her as told, moving faster and harder with each stroke.
"Mmm, how does your prince please, Hagar?" He teased.
"Ooooh, so good, Majesty! So good,"
The pleasure of their entire encounter was bringing them both closer and closer to their edge. Hagar's hands massaged his back before her nails dug into Tarik's back once again as she met his strokes with her own and didn't stop even as the prince hit within her the woman's most pleasurable spot.
"Oh, Majesty," She panted out as he hit the spot over and over again.
Suddenly Hagar tightened around him, her back arching, her legs shaking and her nails scraping down his back.
"Ahh!" She cried to the gods, reaching her climax.
Hagar gave Tarik more strokes as he continued to move in and out of her love tunnel. His stroke became more erratic and more desperate as he drew closer to his own end. His body began to convulse and they shared a final kiss; the taste of wine in her mouth, the blue lotus flower in his system, and the pure pleasures sex led Tarik to an intense climax.
"Ah . . . oh Hagar!" the prince groaned as he came, filling her with his seed.
Tarik let out a long, sated sigh as Hagar wrapped her arms around him. His disdain and reluctance of this day were all for not. This day (night rather) taught him the meaning of indulgence, that reveling in life's delight was all well and good. Becoming drunk though was something he'd still not indulge in, but as for Hagar's womanhood . . . he'd continue to indulge in that
more as the night wore on.
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