The Egyptian Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Drcock666
Chapter 5: See these lilies?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: See these lilies? - 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
On the day of the ceremony, I was dressed in fine linens woven with golden threads, my hair adorned with delicate beads and lilies. The priests led me through winding corridors, their solemn chants echoing like whispers of the past. The temple’s High Priest awaited, holding the flame said to have burned since the reign of my ancestors, an unbroken light symbolizing the eternal power and protection of the Gods.
I knelt before the altar, hands trembling but heart fierce. The flame was passed from the High Priest to me, and as I held it, I felt a searing warmth spread through my body, a burning promise to protect the throne and my people. The priests intoned blessings and prophecies, words that spoke of duty, strength, and sacrifice.
That ceremony was more than a ritual, it was a solemn awakening. From that moment, I was no longer just a child; I was the living embodiment of the kingdom’s future, carrying not only a crown but the weight of generations yet to come.
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The air was thick and heavy, holding the hush of something momentous. I could barely swallow the honeyed dates and bread brought to my chamber; they turned to paste in my mouth, for my stomach was churning with nerves. My hands shook as I tried to drink water, the silver cup rattling against my teeth. Mother’s words still ran in my ear:
“See these lilies? They open and close to guard their nectar. They are delicate, yes, but they bloom when the sun reaches them. You must do the same. Open for Pharaoh, give him your sweetness, your strength. Renew him, so he may reign many more years.”
“I will do it, Mother. I will honor Pharaoh.”
The priestesses arrived with quiet authority, their measured steps echoing on the polished stone floors. They stripped me of my sleeping linen and guided me to the bathing pool, where the water steamed with sacred lotus oil and petals. As I stepped in, the warmth soothed my skin, and the sweet scent helped steady my breathing. Their hands worked with practiced precision, rubbing fragrant oils into my hair and skin until I felt like polished alabaster, transformed from a daughter of Egypt to a bride of a god.
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