Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (12 page)

It took me a few hours to calm down, but having my sis there helped tremendously.

The claps of thunder and the exquisite sounds of a passion storm kept shamise and me company as we wound down from a productive day.

“i swear, his Mistress is gonna be the death of him,” I mused out loud. I didn’t want to drudge it back up because the flow was so mellow, but I had to get it off my chest.

“Stop worrying about it, sis; you’re going to ruin my buzz from this wine,” I heard shamise reply.

We were sitting in one of the guest bedrooms, which had now become her semi-permanent home. She lay across one of the love seats in the bedroom while I sprawled across the Goddess-size bed in the middle of the room. We were enjoying glasses of a bottle of Vernaccia di San Gimignano wine, which was a gift from Ramesses and Neferterri for my birthday a couple of months ago.

God, I loved it when they spoiled me, and I spoiled them, too.

We were getting rather tipsy and really, really cozy and comfortable with each other, especially after Ice had finally crashed on the couch for the night. So, it gave us some time to actually do some real girl talk amongst ourselves, without our Dominants sneaking a peek or eavesdropping on the conversation.

“i forgot how spoiled rotten we are,” shamise said as she continued to sip from her glass.

“It’s one of the things i love most about them. i read it on the
boards online about how some of the other girls are pissed their Dominants hardly acknowledge much of anything.”

“Yeah, sis, they do have a way to definitely make you want to please them, especially when you get to enjoy some of the finer comforts of the House.” I poured another glass.

We were both naked underneath the robes that we wore, and I stole looks at shamise’s body while we were giggling our heads off. Her legs were to die for, with her being nearly six feet tall and all. We’re both thick girls, and I had the more ample hips and thighs, but she had the ass to match, and her breasts were more than a handful. Considering that Daddy had large hands, that’s saying a lot.

Not that our Dominants cared either way, though. We both get used, and used quite well now that I thought about it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

From head to toe, I lusted and blushed at the things I wanted to do to her on her first night here at the house. Technically, we never got a chance to “consummate” the sisterly bond between us, which was something I fantasized about the entire time she’d been gone from us. I wanted to taste her, I wanted her to taste me, and it was getting me extremely moist having the thoughts that invaded my mind.

The wine didn’t hurt matters, either.

The storm outside amplified the storm stirring from within the depths of my sex, and I was ready to immerse myself inside of the nasty images of our bodies melding together in our own private passion. In fact, the nastier the thoughts I had became, the warmer my body felt with each passing second.

“i really want you, shamise.” I heard the words flow so freely from my lips that it nearly scared me. “i can feel my pussy throbbing at the thought of tasting you.”

shamise didn’t bat an eyelash. She slid off the love seat and slowly
made her way over to where I was on the bed. The wine had her balance a little off, so she resorted to crawling across the carpet and meeting me at the foot of the bed.

“Kiss me, sajira,” she whispered.

Our lips met, our tongues began to mingle and explore for the first time since she’d asked to be a part of the House again. The shivers the kiss sent across my clit were indescribable. My nerves were on edge, and I could feel every waft of her breath on my skin.

My own breathing became shallow, as my mind tried to realize what I had visualized all those months was actually coming to a climactic conclusion. This was no longer a dream, and the ever-building tsunami present between my thighs was clear and indisputable proof of that reality.

shamise broke our kiss, letting her hands roam from my breasts to my hips, opening my robe to get a better look at my body. I shivered at the thought of what could have been going through her mind as she tasted my nipples, running them between her teeth. I could feel the sweet stinging as she bit them hard enough to make me moan at the sensation.

I readjusted my position at the edge of the bed, spreading my legs to welcome her between them. shamise wrapped her arms around the small of my back, which only made me succumb more to the scene between us. She kissed me once more, slightly grabbing my hair as her tongue probed my mouth deeper this time, sealing our mouths to where it seemed like she was taking my breath away. I heard her moans through our embrace, feeling her nails raking down my back as the kiss continued.

“i’ve been wanting to do this ever since i came home,” she whispered after breaking our kiss again. “i needed this, and i know you’ve been dreaming about me, too.”

God, I hated when I was so transparent.

“i want you, too, baby,” I answered with slight tears in my eyes. “you have no idea how badly i wanted this to happen.”

The smirk that spread across her face let me know I didn’t have to say anything. My body had already told her everything she wanted to hear.

She pushed against my chest, laying me down on top of the comforter. Feeling the plush fabric only enhanced the silky-smooth sensations flowing through me, and once her tongue began to explore my clit, if I could have melted like warm butter, I would have at that very moment.

“Ohhh my God, baby, that’s it.” I pulled shamise to invade my sex. “i want you to, please, take it.”

“you taste so good, sis, mmmm,” shamise uttered as she took her time tasting me, savoring me as much as she savored the wine we were drinking earlier.

I hadn’t been this nervous since being with Neferterri last year, and she still made me nervous every time I was in her presence. But it was a different nervousness with shamise, probably because it was a different energy with the two of us.

I felt her teasing the insides of my thighs, and it was driving me insane because I wanted her to make me come. My clit was on the edge of explosion, and I couldn’t stop screaming in my head for her to take me over the edge so I could come all over her face.

She must have read my body language and heard my silent pleas. shamise instinctively buried her face inside my lips and teased my clit until I couldn’t take any more. I grabbed furiously at the comforter to keep from screaming loudly, but I was failing miserably as my tone became a series of oh-my-Gods and fuck-me-I’m-going-to-comes.

“i can feel you coming, baby; come for me,” shamise directed, replacing her tongue with two fingers, voraciously finger-fucking my pussy into oblivion. “Give me that pussy, baby.”

I was over the edge before I knew what was happening, and the wave that crashed over me left me feeling like I couldn’t breathe. shamise spread my legs farther apart and moved up to my face and kissed me as I felt wave after wave consume my whole body. I shook uncontrollably as my body betrayed me in ways I couldn’t control. I was in tears by the time my orgasm subsided.

“i’m glad you’re staying with us.” I was still trying to catch my breath as shamise pulled the comforter over us and snuggled with me. “But a few more nights like this and i might not want you to leave.”

FOURTEEN
RAMESSES

What a trip!

My mind was about taxed to its limits in dealing with Seti.

But it was worth the trip. Everything was going according to the plans that Amenhotep and I had set to motion. Plans to complete the circle and bring the balance back to the
Neb’net Maa’kheru
by having Seti and Osiris strike an accord and bury the animosity between them.

The “Society” had not been the same, nor had it been able to grow in number, since the two brothers had the tiff they’d had ten years ago. That was when keket, the slave who now served Osiris, had once been in service to Seti. Fate stepped in, as Seti was more into building his Poly family, while Osiris was more inclined to a more personal M/s relationship. keket was enamored with Osiris from first introduction and requested release from Seti a few months after that meeting. Although keket waited nearly six months before engaging Osiris for servitude, Seti never forgave his brother for the affront.

In my mind, things needed to change, and they were going to change.

The circle needed to be complete.

This was something I had wanted to do in payment to Amenhotep for helping me along my path, being the “father” to me in this realm. I felt I owed him that much, if not more.

I sat down in my first-class seat, put the headphones over my ears, and got ready to take the short flight back home.

There were a few things I needed to take care of there before I took a few days to relax a bit.

There was the pleasant and unexpected surprise of knowing shamise was back in town for good. At the same time, her path back into the House would not be a walk in the park.

Then there was the issue of Damian.

Something needed to come to fruition with him, and my Beloved knew it as much as I did. She had told me about the other day she’d spent with him, where he’d understood the nonsexual aspect of service he needed to handle, but there was something else that needed to be addressed, and it could only come from being in each other’s space.

The tricky thing about having a male submissive in service to a male Dominant was there was always that barrier where the submissive got to the thought pattern that sex would eventually become a part of the dynamic. Frankly, there was not much truth to that, especially when both the Dominant and submissive were straight.

The past month, I had noticed a passive-aggressive attitude from him, like he was simply putting up with me in order to serve Neferterri. Nothing could enrage me more, particularly when we had removed female submissives for doing the exact same thing. But because he was new, I felt the need to give him the benefit of the doubt, perhaps even taking a more hands-on approach with him, letting him know this was not a bracketed dynamic.

He was due for a wake-up call, and I had no problems with providing it.

I had to be honest with myself before I figured out the path I needed Damian to take. Did I really want a male submissive in the
House? Could I deal with him the way Neferterri and I deal with the girls? Did I care what others thought about having him at my feet as sajira and shamise kneeled at my feet?

I had my own perceptions of myself I needed to worry about getting past and dispelling, so I could look at the man in the mirror and be okay with the man staring back at me.

As the plane began its ascent, I closed my eyes and sought out my thoughts from an outside perspective, trying to find the critic who might view me differently. I found him as the plane leveled off, accusing me of being “sweet” because I wanted a male to serve me.

The plane sped smoothly down the coastline as I verbally sparred with the critic about the ignorance he’d portrayed, putting me as a Dominant in some sort of “box” where I was supposed to be the omniscient and I should not be any more than what everyone expected me to be.

Who was he to tell me I was somehow “diminished” as a Dominant because I was willing to have a male in service to me? If anything, I was more than comfortable in my skin and my sexuality, and there was nothing he would be able to say to change my mind. It was my world, he had to adjust, and if he couldn’t, fuck him.

Metaphorically speaking, of course…

I felt the plane bank left in its final approach into Georgia coming out of the Smoky Mountains, and by that time, my critic was blown from the discussion. All of the arguments being made were from an archaic perspective that didn’t register for me in the twenty-first century.

The critic didn’t agree with me. I was being foolish for trying to tarnish my reputation on a lesser male, in his opinion.

I sent a text in the midst of the debate to let Neferterri know Damian needed to pick me up from the airport.

He and I needed to have a little “chat,” and it wouldn’t be a pleasant one.

She texted back that he would be waiting at Baggage Claim.