Chapter Four

The image is so clear in my mind. I was resplendent, dressed in wide purple silk pants that were gathered at the ankles ,a silver belt around my hips. The belt had tiny bells enmeshed in it's weave. Delicate silk sandals covered my feet. My chest was bare , except for a tiny purple vest trimmed with silver thread. Purple ribbons wrapped about my naked arms. My fan opened in full before me as the sensuous music made it's way through the room.

Every inch of my body reacted with the music. I was one with it. For this particular dance I had to use my full concentration. The dance steps were deceptively simple and there was a section which was extremely hard to achieve. It required the use of my illusory powers, in itself a very involved process, while making a very complex series of pirouettes.

I had just completed it successfully and was reveling in the murmur of appreciation rising from the crowd, when an angry shout startled me. I immediately stopped my movements.

A very irate boy stood before me.He was shaking his fist furiously in my face and screaming, what I am certain were obscenities, at me.

He was really vehement. I searched the faces I could find trying to understand what I had done wrong.

An old man came forward to explain that I had been performing a sacred fertility dance of his people. Only expectant mothers were allowed to enact the ritual.

He in turn explained to the youth, in my behalf, that I had been taught this dance by my first master and had no idea of it's significance.

The boy did not believe me, if the scowl on his face was any sign. Then he said something else which the old man pretended not to understand. But I had heard the name of my family in his ranting.

The old man kept avoiding my questions and every time the kid opened his mouth he mentioned my family's name.

Finally the traducer gave up on him. He told me the young priest ( that was his office) considered me and my family to be demon spawns. He had allegedly said I was no more than the emperor's whore.

"How dare he offend the Emperor's beloved and right in front of him! In his very house!" I thought.

Apparently Miahatep found it all very amusing. He was laughing his head off at my distress.

Well, I was not happy! So I did the most sensible thing, I snapped !

Before he knew it, he found out the mellow quiet dancer had turned into a shrieking demon. I jumped him, pinning him to the floor. His death was the only thought on my mind. My hands were squeezing tight around his neck, but it felt as if were trying to compress a steel pipe with my bare hands . He had a charm of some sort which protected him from my physical attack.

The runt just smiled in my face, very pleased with himself. Damn was he a seductive little thing. With my mind clouded as it was by anger I had not noticed the way my body was reacting to his proximity . I was powerfully exited , my erection painfully pressed between our bodies. Unconsciously I had been rubbing myself against him as we struggled. No doubt proving to him what a shameless slut I was.

I flushed from head to toe. My embarrassment was so great I wished the earth would swallow me. Immediately I disentangled myself from him and moved away . In a haste I retrieved my fan from were it had landed, pretending to inspect it for damages. In fact I was covering my erection. I gave Miahatep an awkward apology and quickly left the room.

In the following days I discovered that the hateful boy had taken a hold of my thoughts. Try as I might I could not erase him from my mind.

Those enigmatic crimson eyes followed me everywhere. I longed to feel my hands running through his spiky black hair, to kiss the tips of his pointed ears ( just like my own) , to touch the little stone set on his forehead. All those intimate little things I could never do with him.

I could not help myself from admiring his body, so muscular and tall for one so young. He was like a work of art and I was his fiercest critic.

Even his clothes stood up in my mind.He wore a black vest that night (similar to my own, but trimmed in gold) , long loose black pants and a golden sash at his waist. Two golden bracelets covered his forearms and an armband wound around his right biceps.

I found myself sighing like a love struck teenager ( which I was) . The last thing I needed was some silly crush on a poor little priest, specially such a rude one.

As fates would have it, he too had been smitten by the wild raggher'na' ai who had attacked him. It had to be destiny.

Priests of every denomination had been called for the coronation of Miahatep's eldest son, yet only a handful stayed after that , he was one of them. Of late Miahatep had been dabbling with magic, his purpose whatever it was, was considered top secret, and these priests were at his beck and call. The only reason he was at that gathering was because he was a devout of Xelex; as such he was sworn to celibacy, thus he was allowed save passage within the harem. The young priest practically became a staple at the harem , much to my discomfort.

Nothing good would come from befriending him, my heart told me so. I tried as hard as I could to evade him, but it was so blessedly hard to ignore him. He had but to speak to me to make my whole body tremble with desire; an accidental touch would startle me so that I would spill my drink all over myself.

I ended up hiding from him. For days on end I hid in the darkest, most inaccessible chambers of the palace just so he would not find me.

However, the warm , stifle air was driving me mad. I turned for relief to a small secluded area on the outer courtyard . At the center of the small garden there was a small fountain surrounded by rose bushes, it was one of my favorite spots. It was also well hidden amongst the thick trees. Certainly it seemed like a safe place, and I had made sure that no one had seen me head out that way ; or so I thought.

Somehow he found me. I was smelling the roses when he suddenly stood next to me. I tried to run, but he caught my arm and pulled me into his arms.

The kiss he gave me next was worthy of a master of the art of lovemaking. Soon he had me on my back , totally naked and more than willing.

" He is a virgin ? " I thought. But then, I felt him hesitate.

I let him know he did not have to go any further if he did not want to.

Looking me straight in the eye he gave me his most mischievous smile. " Do you really think I am a virgin ? " He said. " Not by a long shot! But, it is my first time with a man!"

After that there were no more words.

He was well equipped for the job and he used it to the best of his abilities. I was the one thrashing about and wailing like a virgin. My whole body hummed with his every thrust.

I was rocking so hard I feared telltale bruises would appear all over me.

My legs were pressed so tightly around him that I must have hurt him. The passion I felt was so great he had to cover my lips less other hear my lustful cries.

When I finally came it was with an intensity I had never felt before. In all those years, with all those men that had claimed me, I had never experienced such an orgasm.

I thought it was over, he was just starting. Minutes later he sported a second erection. He flipped me on my hands and knees and the ride started all over again.

Three times he took me that day. Each one was better than the one before. By the time we parted I was totally exhausted.

There was no going back after that! We continued our dangerous affair for almost a year. I could no longer even envision my life without him. For the first time in my life I was sharing my body with someone I loved, not just some one who had captured me, bought me, or won me . The intimacy we shared was worlds removed from anything I had felt before. The old loneliness was gone , we had each other and nothing else mattered. That is until the unthinkable happened.

I became pregnant with his child!

Original story by Angela M. Meléndez

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1998