The Forbidden Throne
Copyright© 2025 by Tharnoren
Chapter 13
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 13 - After their parents’ murder, the priests crown young Nakht pharaoh and force his sister Merit to become his queen. To end famine and restore the Nile, they must conceive a pure-blooded heir—an unholy union that will twist duty into forbidden desire.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister MaleDom Rough Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Oral Sex Pregnancy Royalty
Nakht pulled out of Tiaa’s body so suddenly it made a wet, brutal sound that echoed in the cramped room. The servant half-collapsed, her arms still tied behind her back, her wild eyes locked on Merit. But Nakht didn’t even notice. Naked, dripping with sweat and cum, he rushed toward his sister.
“Merit ... wait!” His voice cracked, hoarse. “Don’t go, listen to me...”
She stepped back, clutching her veil like a shield. Her eyes stayed on him—his naked body, tense, still smeared with what he had just done. His cock hung heavy, slick, and a wave of nausea climbed up her throat.
“Stay away from me.” Her voice snapped, sharp, strangled. “Don’t you dare come near me!”
Nakht raised his hands, but moved closer anyway, desperate. “It’s not ... it’s not what you think. I didn’t mean—”
She cut him off, her face twisted. “Not what I think?!” She pointed at Tiaa with a trembling hand. “You had her tied up like an animal! And you dare tell me I’m wrong about what I saw?!”
He shook his head, breath ragged.
“You don’t understand...” His voice was raw, almost breaking. “After that night ... after you ... I was burning up inside. And since we weren’t going to do it again—maybe that was the only time—I panicked. I was terrified of lying next to you. Afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I’m too fucking crazy about you, Merit...”
Her fingers tightened on her veil. She turned her head away, but the image of the servant on the floor, half-naked, chained and used, came back to her. Disgust surged in her throat. Her belly clenched hard, with that sharp, acidic stab she refused to name.
“And that’s your solution?!” she spat, her voice trembling with fury.
Nakht stepped closer, naked, breathing in jagged bursts. “I couldn’t bear to touch you in that state ... so yeah, I fucked up. But even then ... even with her ... it was you in my head. You on my lips.”
Merit froze, her cheeks burning. She snapped her face away from him. Her breathing turned shallow, erratic. Tears pressed at the corners of her eyes, but she forced them back.
“Don’t ... don’t say that!” she screamed, though her shrill voice rang hollow.
Nakht’s gaze shifted, darker, cutting. “You’re looking at me like I betrayed you.”
Merit jolted, lips trembling, cheeks on fire. “Of course you betrayed me!” she shot back too fast, almost choking on the words. “Not me ... but your role, your duty! The Pharaoh can’t ... can’t degrade himself with a servant! You disgraced the crown, you betrayed Amon, you betrayed—” Her words scattered, frantic, without conviction.
Nakht shook his head, panting. “Stop ... you don’t give a damn about the crown, or the priests, or Amon. That’s not what makes you scream like this.”
He hesitated, eyes wavering for a beat, then he said it, low, almost dangerous: “That’s not it. You’re angry because ... you’re jealous.”
She froze. Her blood turned cold, her heart slammed inside her chest. A dry, nervous laugh burst from her lips. “Me? Jealous?” she repeated, dripping sarcasm, chin high. “Not a chance.”
Nakht narrowed his eyes. “Then why are you losing your mind like this?”
“Because...” She searched for words, breathless, her veil shaking in her fists. “Because you’re Pharaoh! You should set an example, not ... not act like some drunk boy!” she shouted, almost hysterical.
Nakht stood still for a second, his jaw tight. Then a bitter smile twisted his lips. “Then why are you so furious? If you don’t care ... if you’re not jealous, why are you screaming like this?”
Merit’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her veil trembled in her hands. “That’s ... that’s a lie!” she finally snapped, too quickly.
Nakht stepped closer, his body still marked by what he had done. His thighs glistened with sweat, his cock hung heavy, wet, still smeared with Tiaa’s fluids. “Liar.” His voice was low, sharp, vibrating in the air.
Merit stiffened. Her stomach knotted hard. She was cornered by his body, by those eyes stripping her bare.
Nakht leaned down, his burning stare locked on hers. “Then prove it.”
She blinked, stunned. “What?...” Her throat was dry. “Prove it how?”
“Prove you’re not jealous.” His words dropped like stones.
Silence smothered the corridor. Merit, red as fire, finally met his eyes. Her heart pounded so violently she was sure he could hear it. Her voice came out too high, almost childish: “I’m not jealous.”
“Then why are you screaming like this?” he whispered at once, lips close, voice rumbling.
Merit flushed even deeper. Her body trembled. She jerked her head away. “Because!”
Silence again. Nakht studied her, and in her eyes he saw it. The truth. His breathing quickened. Merit realized it too—what he saw, what she felt. She lowered her eyes, unable to deny it anymore, and shame hit her like a whip.
And then, right under her gaze, Nakht’s cock rose again. Slowly, inevitably. His desire hardened, swelled, stood tall in front of her, gleaming with sweat and Tiaa’s juices.
Merit choked on her breath. Her belly clenched, her cheeks burned. She lifted her eyes, saw his erection full and raw, and felt her own confusion scorching her. She whipped her face away, stifling a cry of embarrassment.
Suddenly, she spun on her heels and ran down the corridor. “Leave me alone!” she shouted, her voice trembling.
“Wait!” Nakht yelled, chasing after her, naked, his cock stiff and bouncing with each stride.
Their footsteps echoed off the stone. Merit fled, her veils trailing behind her. He followed, panting, like two children fighting—except in the sacred silence of the palace at night.
And back in the abandoned room, Tiaa stayed slumped on the floor, legs shaking, eyes wide. She stammered, her lips swollen as she searched for air. Her numbed arms dropped weakly at her sides. She blinked, dazed, then let out a nervous, almost foolish laugh, as if her mind still refused to grasp what had just happened.
“Leave me alone, I said!”
Merit’s voice echoed beneath the white veils. She had thrown herself onto the wooden bed, curled into a ball, knees pulled to her chest. Her hands pressed against her ears, but not enough to shut him out. Her ragged breath stirred the veil before her face.
Nakht stepped in after her, still naked, slick with sweat, his chest heaving. He stopped beside the bed, his eyes fixed on her. His throat still trembled from the storm of earlier, but he forced himself to speak.
“Listen to me ... I beg you.” His words shook, broken by haste. “What you saw ... it wasn’t ... it wasn’t what I wanted.” His eyes dropped for an instant, hands empty in the air. “After that night...” A hoarse breath escaped him. “Merit ... that night with you ... I’ve never felt anything like it. The most powerful night of my life. The only one that ever mattered.”
Merit’s body flinched. A tiny breath, almost a hiccup, slipped out against her will. She pressed her ears tighter, but his voice still pierced through.
“I was on fire. You understand? I wanted to stay beside you. But I was scared. Scared of lying against you and losing control. Scared of hurting you. So I left.” He shook his head, shame clouding his face. “And I made the worst mistake. I went to someone else.” His voice cracked. “Your servant ... Tiaa.” He lifted his eyes toward the canopy above, panting. “I’m sorry. I know it’s unforgivable.”
Merit squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach twisted tight. The image of Tiaa sprawled on the floor seared through her again. She hugged her knees tighter, fighting herself. The jealousy burning inside her disgusted her.
Nakht hesitated, then edged closer. His voice softened, almost awkward.
“Merit?”
She gave no answer. Her trembling shoulders, her ragged breath, betrayed her.
Nakht stared at her, long and hard. His fists clenched and opened uselessly. He tried a fragile smile, almost childish.
“You’re sulking? ... Like when I teased you as a boy. You’d turn your back on me for hours, not a word.”
His breath broke. “I’m sorry, Merit.”
The silence weighed heavy. Torches cracked against the stone walls, shadows quivering over the painted figures. Merit curled tighter, but the tears burst free anyway. They streamed silently, soaking the rough linen beneath her cheek.
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