I Need You
By
Kamala
Chapter 4
Thebes 1290 BC
‘It should be enough. What more could I want?’
Imhotep stood on the balcony over looking the city from his private home by the newly built Temple of
Osiris. Although it was one of his greatest accomplishments to date, it did not come near to filling the
empty space inside of him.
‘Someone to share my life with…’
The door to his chamber opened and a woman walked in.
“Who are you and why do you…” his voice trailed off as he watched a golden goddess coming towards
him. She wore a feminine version of his loincloth. A golden breastplate, bearing the emblems of Isis,
covered her upper chest, with a hint of her lower breasts appearing below its edge. What held him
spellbound was not what she was wearing nor was it the lithe but curvy body moving towards him. It was
her long golden hair and startling blue eyes.
“I am Deviya Matakayamola,” the vision answered smiling.
“The Golden Gift of the Gods,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
She walked up to him, ran a hand up over his chest and around his neck.
“…for you,” she whispered drawing his head down until their lips met.
He ran his hands over her head feeling the silky softness of her hair. He cradled her scalp as he deepened
the kiss. Their tongues entwining, she melted into him.
They pulled slowly apart when the sounds of the street rose up, Imhotep hid her from the view of the
people on the street. She was for now for his eyes only, he wanted to be totally alone with her. If
someone saw her golden hair, her very presence would spread quickly through Thebes.
She smiled at him and turned, grabbing him by the hand. She led him into his chambers. He noticed the
ornate tattoo on the small of her back of a Winged Isis.
She led him to his bed and turned to face him. “Imhotep.”
He felt his desire rise at the simple mention of his name coming from her lips.
Imhotep reached out and entwined his fingers in her golden hair, feeling the silky smoothness of it. He
drew her closer to him, his mouth covering hers. They stood lost in a world of their making. They held
onto each other as waves of desire washed over them both.
Imhotep ran his hands down her back and over her sides until he found the catches that held the
breastplate she wore. His fingers were quick to undo them and he lifted the plate off her. He nearly
dropped it, surprised by its heavy weight. He had to wonder how she could move like she did with that
cumbersome weight physically on her. She made no move to cover herself from his probing eyes. He
reached out and cupped her firm breasts in his hands. They filled his palms. She leaned forward as he
caressed her. Her nipples puckered into tight buds at the touch of his fingers on them.
She ran a hand over his face as if to touch him, he could feel the heat radiate from the gesture. His hands
released their treasures as he moved them to cup her face, his mouth lowering to hers.
“Deviya,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers.
“Devi,” she whispered back.
“Devi,” he said huskily then he kissed her, drawing her tongue to his mouth.
His hands slid down her arms towards her hips. He grabbed them, pulling her forward until she was
molded against him. His throbbing erection stood between them as they kissed each other hungrily.
He started to remove the loincloth she was wearing, but she stopped him before he could get any further.
He pulled back looking at her questioningly, staring down into blue eyes so full of life, intelligence and
heated with lust. And something, he rarely saw in any of the women of Thebes, an air of mischief.
His eyes widened as she slid down to her knees. Her hands making quick work of his loincloth. She
smiled as his erection stretched upwards towards his navel, pulsing with blood, causing it to harden,
lengthen and expand further. She arched an eyebrow at him and leaned forward running her tongue along
the under side of his erection until she reached the top, circling his throbbing head with the tip of her
tongue. He stared down at her. She looked up at him and saw the desire there. She leaned forward and
so he could watch her enclose his lower head with her wet mouth. She ran her hands up his inner thighs.
She transferred them to his outer thighs and around to his hard butt, his muscles flex and contract as she
moved her mouth over him. He shuddered as her hands grasped his ass.
He leaned his head back, closing his eyes, groaning as she worked her magic with her mouth. Many a
woman had taken him in their mouths, but none had affected him like this nor had such skill. His hands
sunk into her head as her teeth lightly grazed his straining member. He held her head still as he gently
thrust into her hot wet mouth.
Imhotep felt himself start to come and moved to remove himself from her mouth. But much to his shock
and pleasure, she refused to release him. He moaned unable to tear his eyes from her mouth wrapped
around his cock, working him for all he was worth. He felt his release move through him. He filled her
mouth with his seed , which she drank greedily. He shouted loudly as another spray of his release was
unleashed within the sweet confines of her mouth.
When he came to his senses, he looked down at her. She stared at him with a heated look in her eyes. He
watched small bead of his seed slip from the corner of her mouth. Her tongue slid out and much like a
kitten, licked it from the corner.
Imhotep saw that motion and felt himself harden again. He hauled her into his arms. His mouth was brutal
on hers, tasting himself in her mouth. His hands ripped her loincloth from her hips. So driven in their need
for each other, neither of them saw a silver charm of Isis go flying off the cloth to the floor. He wrapped
his hands around her waist and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He laid her down on his
bed and covered her with his hard body.
Her body welcomed his weight and heat. He lay between her widely spread legs and started to stroke her
at their junction. He was surprised to feel hair between them. Women were usually cleanly shaven; no
body hair for the sake of the weather and ritual. He was a bit taken aback at this, but the need to find out
if she was as blond down there as she was on her head came to him. He shifted a bit and glanced down
to the pale crown of curls nestled at the apex of her legs. She was truly his golden one. He settled himself
between her legs urging her to wrap them around his hips. Slowly he guided his erection into her wet heat.
Inch by inch, her body stretched to accept him. Time stood still, as he slowly sank into her hot, tight
body. He felt something resist his entry and his eyes flew open as he stared into eyes as blue as lapis.
“You are untouched?” he said in surprise. The evidence of her innocence was very clear to him. He felt
pure lust course through him and a powerful gratifying sense of completion. She was untouched, no one
would touch her after she became his and his alone.
He watched her nod, her hands gripping his shoulders. He knew she was having some pain; he was
uncommonly large and because of this preferred more experienced lovers who could accommodate his
size easily. But all those paled to the heady power he was feeling now. He slowly moved in her, causing
her to shiver with desire. When she was burning with need for him, he thrust his hips forward hard and
broke through the barrier denying him, catching her scream of pain with a hard kiss.
“Mine for all eternity, my princess,” Imhotep whispered against her cheek, as he remained still so she
could adjust to his size and his presence in her. He felt her abused muscles grip at his erection so deeply
imbedded in her hot sheath. She held every inch of his erection within her easily with no room to spare.
Slowly, he began to move against her, changing the tempos and depths of his thrusts till she was
screaming his name in need. Her legs tightened around his waist as she thrust up with her hips lifting him as
she came hard and fast. He felt his orgasm spread through him till he was filling her, shooting his hot seed
high into her. They both collapsed in exhaustion.
“Imhotep,” she whispered.
“Devi,” he answered kissing her gently.
He slowly slid out of her, watching her wince in pain. He had caused her pain and hated himself for it. He
looked down at himself seeing her blood on him and knew where there would be more. He got of the bed
and walked to a table with a jug of water on it. He poured some on a cloth sitting next to it.
He washed himself of her blood, knowing she was watching. He rewetted the cloth and crossed to his
bed. He watched her slow slid away from the side of the bed, probably realizing what he had in mind.
Imhotep smiled at her and her modesty. But would not let her hide her loss of innocence from him. He
grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said twisting trying to get away from him.
“Yes, I do,” he said in return. He parted her thighs and saw the blood and his seed covering her inner
thighs. He put a hand on her stomach to hold her while he cleaned her. “You will feel better if you let me
do this, I promise.”
He tossed the cloth to the side and laid back down. He pulled her into his arms. She curled up against
him, as he kissed her gently on the forehead.
“Thank you, my princess,” he said softly, as his hands stroked her back until they fell into a deep sleep.
Temple of Isis- 2050 A.D.
Devi snapped suddenly awake her lower body still throbbing from the intensity of her orgasms.
“Imhotep,” slid from her lips as she collapsed against the pillows on her bed, her hand resting on her
stomach. Her breaths were coming in rapid pants from the intensity of the dream.
‘Or had it been real? It felt so real.’
For the next hour, her body throbbed for his touch to feel his warm skin against her to feel him thrusting
powerfully into her.
She got up and headed to the sacred pool she used to prepare for ceremonies. She did not think that the
creators had her intended use in mind when they made the pool, but she also figured Isis would not mind
her using it to cool the heat in her. She slid into the surprisingly icy waters.
“Thank you, Isis,” she whispered to the image of Isis on the wall, placing her trust and well being into the
hands of her goddess.
The cold water helped cool the fire in her lower body. But her internal muscles still throbbed for her
dream lover.
If these were the dreams he had been having, no wonder he did not put them into words. Words could
not do justice for what she had experienced. She leaned her head against the edge of the pool and stared
up into the moonlit sky through the skylight. She wondering if thousands of years in the past, there was a
man feeling what she was.
Thebes 1290 B.C.
Imhotep’s Private Chamber
Imhotep woke to banging on the doors to his chamber. He groaned and rolled to his side reaching for the
cause of him waking so late.
“Devi,” he whispered huskily.
His questioning hand coming up empty, feeling only a large wet spot on the covering. His eyes flashed
open.
‘A dream it had only been a dream.’
The very thought of something so intense being only a dream caused his heart and gut to tighten. It had
been a magnificent dream.
He got out of the bed, spotting his loincloth lying in the middle of the floor, very unlike him to leave his
clothes lying like that. He put it on and yelled, “Enter.”
As the door opened, a sunbeam caught the reflection of something, flashing bright light into his eyes. He
walked over and picked it up. It was an Isis charm.
He remembered the Isis tattoo and the breast plate his dream lover had worn. He closed his fist around it,
bring it to his heart. ‘Could it have been real?’
He turned to find his priests entering followed by the Pharaoh Seti himself.
“My Pharaoh,” Imhotep said bowing respectfully to his Pharaoh, “Excuse me, while I finish dressing.”
Seti nodded with an amused look on his face. Imhotep watched him look around his chambers, as if to
find who had distracted him this morning.
Imhotep put on his robe and pulled on his amulet, attaching the charm he found to it. His dream lover was
gone with the rising sun, but there had been no question, she was real and he would find her again.
“You seem distracted,” Seti stated. “Your priests informed me you were not in the Temple this morning.
Very unusual for someone as devoted to his work as you, Imhotep.”
“My Lord Osiris sent me a dream last night,” Imhotep explained, a dream in golden flesh, “It has me a bit
unnerved.”
“Oh?”
“Nothing bad, Sire. But I have not been able to figure out what Osiris is telling me.”
“Well soon as you do, you will tell me, if it has to do with me.”
“Most assuredly, Sire,” Imhotep said.
“Good. I need some advice on how to handle my wayward, eldest daughter,” Seti said.
“What is wrong with the Princess Nefertiri?”
“She tells me she wants to learn how to defend herself.”
Imhotep remained silent.
“I surround her with Med-jai guards and still she wants to go on with this foolishness,” Seti said strolling
around the room.
“She, I am sure, just wanted to learn in case she has to protect herself. Guards can’t always be around all
the time.”
“You have a point.”
“I am sure, one of your guards knows someone. Or call upon the Temple of Isis they are trained in the
warrior arts. I believe there are a few in Thebes currently at the Cult of Isis Temple”
Seti nodded. “The Temple of Isis is without leadership right now. Maharet from Phiale is acting as their
leader until a new one can be found.”
“The Trials?”
Seti nodded.
“This could be come interesting for me then.”
“Why?”
“There is to be a union between the Houses. It was rumored it was going to be Sarka but if the Temple of
Isis gains a new High Priestess…”
“I thought the Cult of Isis was the main religious order for Isis.”
“It is but it is known about Sarka’s preferences.”
“True. I am sure that things will sort them selves out. What do you thinking I should do about the slaves,
their religious leaders are pushing for them to rise up.”
Imhotep gestured for Seti to have a seat as they started to discuss the state of Seti’s kingdom.
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