Pharaoh of Egypt
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The slaves of Menes Khaldun raised their chained hands, wrapping the dark skinned body of the princess in gold sewn cloth. Her kohl lined eyes burned with fury as her screams were sealed away.
High above in the palace a curly haired man stood up,
"Ma'salam Rana Amenemhat," he said softly, watching the gleaming sarcophagus slip under the sparkling surface of the water.
Far away, in an entirely different realm, did the dead princess emerge roaring from the Nile. Gasping for air, she dragged herself out the river wheezing. A shadow appeared out of nowhere, and a finger slid under her chin tipping her head up.
Her eyes fluttered open, widening as she gazed into the gleaming eyes of the man before her. He tilted his head, power rolling off him in waves and a grin slid onto his face,
"Welcome to the afterlife Khaleesi."
"Get your hands off me."
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She, who is just like water, believes in a ones in a lifetime love. But she is very possessive of her things and her obsession knows no limits. She will get what she wants by hook or crook. If something catches her eye, she will do anything to make it hers. Even changing her very self. And now she wants his heart. •~ Water x Ice ~• He, who is as cold as ice, don't want love. He is untouched and unattainable. He is controlling, calculating and wants things his own way. He is the most calm being one can encounter but his anger can burn everything. He doesn't know how to enjoy life and is a workaholic. He is very rational and his distance from women, is his quality. But what will happen when he catches her eyes, from the first day of their engagement. Will he be the same cold, unromantic and boring guy he is. Or will he change himself for love. How will he manage his obsessive wife. Read to find out. The journey of our power couple. **** I groaned in pleasure.. Wait wait wait! What? Pleasure? I instantly opened my eyes in shock and blinked rapidly due to the sudden brightness. After getting used to the bright sunlight I lowered my head to see the source of this so called pressure and pleasure. The feeling which I rarely felt after passing my teenage years. On lowering my head I instantly saw a bulge between my legs. No! not just because of my junior but also something round,like a head. Wait! Head? I immediately grabbed the blanket and lifted it. And instantly froze by the scene unfolding in front of me. The crazy cat is licking me. **** Warning : This story contains smut and the use of inappropriate language. This story revolves around a strong female lead and contains a lot of mystery. Please read this story with black page colour, as it would look more realistic and beautiful. Dear girls!! This story right here, is for those who also imagined to feast upon the guy they love, just like me. But don't take our ML lightly too.
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