The Beauty and The Betrayal

14. (Mature)

Imoteph stared at Amerath; she said she remembered everything. However, he needed to ensure she did. He placed Beni and the other woman in a cell, and then he led Amerath to their chambers. She paused at the door; the emblems of Iris and Osiris tangled with each other on the wood. "This is..." She stopped him, "Our chambers." She pushed the doors open and walked in. There was no speck of sand anywhere. She remembered it, down to Abraxus's basket in the corner. Grasping at her chest, she wept. "How can I love you so much when I lost everything because of you?" Imoteph opened his mouth, "I.." but Amerath shushed him. " I want to look upon you with hatred, I want to glare a hole in your head, but yet all I feel is my heart race and the dampness between my legs. How is this fair? How can you still do this to me?" Imoteph stayed still, watching as her gaze went to the basket.

"That is where our sweet child laid his head. Where innocence and love surrounded him.." Imoteph had enough, " I made a mistake, and I've been condemned for thousands of years for it. Please, Amunet. My Amunet, My Amerath. Let me love you as before; let me show you I still love you." He placed his hand under her chin, tilting her lips to him. She didn't speak; she allowed him to do this. He sealed the deal by pressing his lips to hers. It started with slow, slow mews of pleasure that escaped her lips. Her body melted into his; he laid his hand on her hips and pulled her forward. Her body bucked, begging to be closer to him. When she placed her hands on his chest again, he pulled her tighter, and he spoke with an airless, whispy breath. "You don't get to push me away again. I will make you remember my touch, the way you feel when I make love to you. Remember." He leaned her back on the bed, positioning himself over her. Sliding his hands down her thighs, she shuddered under his touch. He kept her passionate lips busy, trailing her panties. She was wet for him, her breathing strained as he teased her. He slid them over to the side and trailed her with one finger, lightly putting pressure on her clit. She let out a deep moan, her body begging for more. Watching her wiggle against him, he slowly slid in. Pulling down her top, he kissed her breast, pulling a nipple into his mouth as he added another finger in and slid the two digits in and out. Ameraths body was on fire. With every nibble and every stroke, she could feel his love. He was working her body in a way only Amunet remembered. As her walls began to clench, her orgasm coming to light, he pulled them out. Placing them in his mouth in a slow tease. "Tell me what you want...is it truly me?" He questioned her. Amerath reached down and felt the hard length pushing against her; his cock throbbed in her hand. "Only you, my priest." The slow, gentle Imoteph was gone as he ripped her clothes off and took in her body. Her pussy glistened with moisture, her body layers out in front of him, and her nipples as hard as ice. Amerath had let go, and Amunet and her desires had come forth. Amerath trailed her hand down her chest, relaxing above her pussy as she eyed Imoteph. She swirled her digits inside, flicking her clit with her thumb. Imoteph pulled down his cloth, unleashing his cock from its sheath. He positioned himself in front of her, grabbing both wrists and holding them over her head. An animalistic growl came from his throat as he shoved himself into her tight walls. He started with slow pumps, watching the woman he loved wiggle underneath him in pleasure. Her back arched as he pumped in and out of her. "Who are you?" He growled out, picking her up, still buried in her pussy, placing each leg onto his hips. She moaned and raked her hands down his back, " Yours, my priest. Only yours." Imoteph pressed her against the wall, digging his hands into her lower back as he went harder. The pressure rose for both of them as Amerath sunk her teeth into his shoulder and let go. Her juices covered his cock and legs from dripping down. With a few more strokes, Imoteph filled her with his seed. When he pulled out, he let her go gently; sinking to her knees, she took his dick in her mouth, cleaning him off.  Imoteph picked her up and placed her on the bed. " I love you, and only you. You are the only one on all the planets to have my heart. Amerath or Amunet, you are mine no matter which one you wish to be called." He then kissed her head and left to prepare for his revenge.

Amaranth wasn't sure how to process what had just happened. She had craved him like a need for oxygen, and she had given in. She felt tremendous relief, but the guilt of what she had done had settled in her heart.