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The Egyptian Princess

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Chapter 1: A Daughter’s Destiny

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: A Daughter’s Destiny - This is the story of my life. I am Mutnodjmet, and when this tale begins, I am fifteen years old, on the very day of my wedding. I am to marry Pharaoh himself: my father.
 The year is 1350 BC, in the ancient city of Luxor, Egypt.


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers   Consensual   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   High Fantasy   Incest   Brother   Sister   Father   Daughter   Black Female   White Male  

I am Mutnodjmet, first daughter of Pharaoh, blood of the Sun, heir to the Great Wife of Amun, and this is my story.

From the moment I drew my first breath within the palace walls, my life had not belonged to me. I had been born with the burden of a thousand prayers upon my head, every step shaped by the will of the gods and of men.

This night, I was to be joined to my father, Pharaoh himself, as tradition demanded. They said I would restore his divine strength, that my youth and purity would rejuvenate him and prolong the glory of Kemet.

Part of me had quaked with fear. I was only fifteen, still clinging to girlhood, and the thought of sharing a marriage bed with the man who had raised me chilled my bones. I feared the first touch, the first gaze, when I would no longer be simply a daughter but a wife. I feared the court’s eyes upon me, measuring my worth with every breath I took. I feared disappointing him, and with him, the entire kingdom.

Yet hope glimmered there, too. I had been groomed for this, trained since childhood to rule beside him, to guide this land with a wise and steady hand. I had dreamed of wearing the double-plumed crown with pride, of commanding respect, of becoming the most powerful woman in the Two Lands. I had wanted Pharaoh to look at me with pride, to see me as more than a duty fulfilled, but as a partner, worthy of his throne. I hoped to rise above fear and stand as a queen in truth, not merely by name.

Somewhere in my heart, there had also been a longing for gentleness, that, in our union, he might still see the child he had once held and protect her. And perhaps, through my loyalty and courage, I would protect him in return. That night, I stepped into the life I had been born to claim, carried by trembling feet, but held up by centuries of royal blood.

That morning, I woke up before the sun, my stomach tight with so many knots it felt hard to breathe. My hands trembled as I tried to eat a few bites of honeyed bread, but everything tasted like dust in my mouth. The palace had felt impossibly quiet, as if even the walls were waiting, listening for the moment my fate would unfold.
The veil of night was lifting, slowly, like a patient hand drawing away dark linen, revealing the flushed pink of the morning sky. I sat alone on the cool alabaster steps beside my lily pond, breaking stale bread between my fingers,
crumbling it into offerings for the peach-colored doves that gathered there.

They landed without fear, their feathers soft against the marble, their quick beaks pecking at the crumbs I tossed. When they flapped their wings in playful skirmishes, the hem of my white linen robe stirred around my bare ankles, sending a shiver up my legs.

I dipped my toes into the pond, letting the water slip between them, grateful for its soothing chill. The crickets and cicadas still sang the tail-end of the night’s music, a chorus that quieted my restless mind. My thoughts had been heavy, turning over and over in my head. The day ahead would change everything.

From my window, I watched the tall and unyielding obelisk, its tip catching the first pale rays of the sun like a blade of gold.

The polished granite surface glimmered with a rosy blush, kissed by dawn’s glow, casting a long shadow across the courtyard. Hieroglyphs carved deep into its stone seemed to breathe as the light shifted, retelling stories of Pharaoh’s glory and offerings to the gods.

The monument rose from a base wrapped in flowering papyrus, its green leaves heavy with dew.

Around its base, incense burned in small clay braziers, sending pale blue ribbons of smoke into the morning air. The scent was sharp and sweet, a blend of myrrh and frankincense that curled into my chamber on a faint breeze.

The air carried

 
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