Allegiance To Ammit (Sequel to 'The Scales Don't Lie') //Arthur Harrow//

Ch 1: He Has Returned

Three months. It had been three months since you and Harrow had first slept together. It had been the best three months of your life.

Since that first night, the two of you had been consistently seeing each other. You'd hung out together, you'd gone on dates together, you'd done... other things together.

It was common knowledge in the community that there was a romantic affiliation between you two. No one minded. People were happy that their beloved leader had finally found someone to share life with.

Life was great. Arthur was great. You couldn't have asked for a better man. You were happy. For the first time in your life, you were truly happy.

And... there was something else. You thought... you thought you were falling in love. Arthur... he was something else. He was a different breed, unlike any man you'd ever met before. He was a true renaissance man. His charisma and charm made your heart flutter. He was always so kind and well-intentioned. And then, of course, there were his stunning looks...

Over the course of those last few months, you'd gotten to know him better than anyone else, and at this point, you could honestly say that he'd won your heart.

The two of you had decided not to put a label on the relationship. At the beginning, you had decided to just go with the flow, and see what happened. But now... now you wanted more. You wanted Arthur Harrow to be yours, completely: Heart, Mind, and Soul. You knew Arthur was good on his word, but still, you wanted commitment. You wanted to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that his feelings for you were just as strong.

Arthur Harrow was your life. While your allegiance to Ammit was strong, your real devotion lied with Harrow. You would've gone to the ends of the earth for that man, and unbeknownst to you, you soon would have to.

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You felt his lips on the crook of your neck, nipping, licking, kissing. A small moan escaped

your lips when he sucked on your sweet spot.

"Arthur..." You moaned weakly, having completely succumbed to his will.

He smirked against your skin, his hand snaking it's way underneath your bra.

"Oh..." You groaned as he squeezed your breast.

"How do you like, darling?" He whispered huskily.

His voice sent a pleasurable chill through your vagina, increasing your desire. God, you wanted him.

"Arthur..." You whimpered his name, pleading for penetration.

He understood. Swiftly, he turned you around so that you were facing him.

Now, able to see his face, you got lost in his features. His eyes were captivating: blue and cloudy, fogged over with lust. His defined cheekbones, God, you could could cut yourself on them. Oh, and his lips... how you wanted to kiss them.

He grinned, watching you openly admire him.

"Like what you see?" He asked, pupils dilating.

"Oh God, yes." You whispered, barely even audible.

You were completely lost in him. He could've done anything to you in that moment, and you would've gladly let him.

Smirking, he placed his hands under your ass, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you to the bedroom.

He placed you on the master bed, taking a moment to admire your scantly dressed body. Lust shone in his eyes, sending a pang of arousal to your genitals.

Like a predator ready to devour his prey, he climbed on top of you. Straddling your waist, he allowed himself to sit on your crotch, knowing full well what it would do to you.

God, it drove you crazy. You barred your teeth behind your lips, not wanting to show how much that simple act had turned you on.

Harrow only smirked wider. Better than seeing you get so hot and bothered was seeing you try to hide it.

He moved further up your body, his face now looming above yours.

"You're such a damn tease." You breathed out.

"It takes one to know one." He responded, casting a longing glance at your lips.

You met his gaze, eyes trailing down to his lips.

Finally, your lips connected with his. Lord, he tasted so good. You ran your tongue along his lower lip, asking for entrance. He accepted, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. There was such passion in that kiss, such desire.

You would've kissed him forever, but unfortunately, fate would not have it so.

Just then, there was a loud knock on the front door.

"Dr. Harrow! Dr. Harrow!" A man's frantic voice came from behind the door.

Arthur quickly sprang up from the bed, sprinting to the door and flinging it open.

In the hall stood a breathless young man. He had clearly come here in a hurry.

"What is it, my son?" Harrow asked, concerned.

"The scouts, sir, they've returned." The man responded.

"What of it?"

"They bring tidings from the east. They say that- that... he has returned. Khonshu has returned." The man stated, mortal terror in his eyes.