The Egyptian Princess
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Chapter 12.2: Between Sisters, Between Worlds, Part 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12.2: Between Sisters, Between Worlds, Part 2 - 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.
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“Now, it’s your turn,” Isis whispered, her eyes shining with devotion and desire.
Isis lay down gently, while Nefertiti pressed her body against her, their lips tracing delicate paths over cheeks, eyelids, and down to the soft curve of her neck.
She kissed and nibbled, her mouth warm and hungry through the wet white fabric, worshipping every inch of her sister, a slow, reverent dance of discovery beneath the growing night.
Isis’s soft moans trembled like whispers on the warm night air, drawing closer, as electric waves of pleasure pulsed between them. Nefertiti’s lips traced a tender path down her sister’s belly, over the curve of her thighs, past her knees, and finally to her ankles, where the hem of her white linen dress fluttered like a delicate veil.
The moonlight revealed the delicate blush of Isi’s skin, the smoothness of her bare mons, a sacred custom for priestesses, and the gentle pink glow of her most intimate flower. Nefertiti’s hand slid between her sister’s thighs, tenderly, but driven by a growing desire. Her fingers found the tender heart of Isis’s lotus, warm and wet, a softness that was nothing like the cool Nile water slipping around their ankles.
Isis gasped at the touch, a sweet surrender.
“It’s so warm, Isis,” Nefertiti whispered, her fingers moving slowly, unsure but eager to please.
“Don’t stop,” Isi breathed, opening herself wider, inviting her in.
Nefertiti rose slowly beneath the velvet sweep of the midnight sky, the constellations of Khent-Kheru, Khau, and Septet shimmering like silver threads woven through Nut’s endless canopy. The cool Nile water whispered against her bare feet, the soft moonlight draping her white dress like liquid light. Her breasts were full and heavy with desire, nipples taut and beckoning in the gentle glow.
At her feet, Nefertiti knelt reverently, as she had so often before at the base of Isis’s statue. But tonight, her worship was of a different kind, greedy, tender, hungry. She lifted the hem of Isis’s dress, revealing warm, inviting skin, and let her mouth find that sacred place again, her tongue tracing and tasting with devotion and fire.
Her sister’s pussy was beautifully trimmed, and she had the most beautiful pussy that Nefertiti had ever seen. She took those glistening, sensitive, pink inner lips between her fingers. Isis raised her hips towards her sister’s lips to show her a lot of wet pink.
Isis moaned. She squirmed. She moved all over. She clearly loved what her baby sister was doing to her.
Nefertiti leaned forward to breathe deeply of the delectable musky aroma of her sexy sister’s pussy.
Using a finger, she gently spread that narrow aperture to contemplate the beauty of its pink wetness and to inhale the cloud of fragrance that arose to please her nostrils. Some of Nefertiti’s nectar had trickled onto her lips and, when I extended her sister’s tongue to sample it, the taste was even more delightful than the scent.
Isis’s pussy was a treat for all of her senses, with its beauty, aroma, and flavor. Her happy cooing was music to her ears, but the best was the way she felt on her mouth.
She began on one of her outer lips and let her mouth meander slowly in the general direction of her mons. Her tongue stroked over her curly pubic hair, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her.
She licked upward on Isis’ outer lip, covering the same area many times over until she reached her Mount Venus. Nefertiti kissed Isis there and wasted no time before bringing her mouth back down to where she had started and devouring all the delicious juice she had produced.
Nefertiti raised her head to gaze at Isis’s face and sexy form. What she saw was quite gratifying, because her beautiful sister’s body was writhing in bliss, with her breasts swaying back and forth, her fit belly heaving in excitement. Her head was tilted back with her eyes closed and her lips parted in a smile of joy.
Once again, Nefertiti’s tongue cleaned all the nectar from where it had gushed onto her lips and crotch before starting to elicit more of the delicious treat. She pressed her face close to her sister’s delightful pussy, and she started bucking her hips, basically fucking it into her face while she moaned softly in pleasure. Nefertiti was almost moaning for the same reason; it felt so good on her tongue, besides the delectable flavor and aroma of her fresh juices.
Isis reached down and took Nefertiti’s head in both of her hands. As if giving her a female version of a cum bath, she moved her face all over her pussy. She rubbed her vaginal secretions in her eyes, up her nose, in her mouth, and all over her face.
“Oh, Nefertiti ... yes, just like that...” Isis gasped, voice thick with need. Her breath hitched as waves of pleasure surged from deep within, her body trembling, her core pulsing against Nefertiti’s lips. She tightened her grip, guiding her sister’s mouth deeper, savoring the exquisite fullness of the moment as her release spilled over, sweet and overwhelming.
Her head tipped back to the stars, the scent of honey cakes and date palms weaving with the laughter and music drifting from the city. The cackling Nile geese and cicadas sang their night song, grounding her in this perfect instant of wild, sacred connection.
Isis’s moans of pleasure changed completely to whimpers and sobs, and her pussy started fucking up into Nefertiti’s face harder. She was ready to cum, she needed to cum.