*Thankyou again Christine, I absolutely love it!!!*
Synopsis: Hundreds of years ago a when the great King Wosret and the white-goddess die their story is tucked away in the Egyptian city of El Kab. Several years later a young researcher (liz) mysteriously uncovers their history from half-way across the world. Little does she know it was fate that brought the unfinished tale to her doorstep and as she unravels its mysteries it slowly becomes apparent she is researching her own past life.
NOTES: This is completely fiction even though there was a white goddess in Egyptian history that had the kings children. That has nothing to do with this. The places are real but the temples are not.
I own nothing but the idea!!!
The White Goddess (Nekhbet}
She slid off her cloak at an agonizingly slow pace. He knew she was doing it deliberately. The smirk plastered to her lips was a clear indication of that. All he could do was wait and watch. She refused to let him lay a hand on her.
“Zan…you look a little flushed…” she whispered. “What ever is the matter?”
“Why don’t you come over and find out?”
As inch by inch of brown skin was exposed to him he felt himself drifting backwards. He was no longer able to continue sitting up right. Not tearing his eyes from hers he propped himself up on his elbows.
At long last she gracefully slipped the material off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor behind her. Her garments were shear, white and extremely transparent. He couldn’t help but groan and reach for her.
“No,” she said simply and stepped back. “Stay where you are.” Her perfect lips stretched into a full-blown smile.
“You like what you’re doing to me don’t you?” he asked.
“You’ll just have to wait and see if I like what this is doing to me, won’t you?” She ran her fingers down her toned stomach to the elastic of her flowing sarong. “Tell me Zan…” she purred. “Skirt off?”
He swallowed. “Are you kidding me?”
“Yes or no?” her hands slid back up where she caressed her nipples mischievously.
“Yes,” he said. “Skirt off.”
“I thought so.” She drew the skirt down her thighs and flicked it away with her foot. “Better?”
All he could do was nod.
Her underwear matched the rest of her transparent outfit and the strip of black curls at the top of her thighs was extremely visible to his hungry eyes.
Another groan pierced the silence in the candle lit room. “Christ Eva…”
She ran her fingers through her long raven hair and shook her head from side to side. “Hmm…” she sighed. “What to do next…”
“Such a hard decision,” said Zan.
“I’ll let you decide. I warn you, choose carefully.” Her fingers traced the outline of her underwear. “You may only get one off.”
“I find that very unlikely,” he alleged. After a short pause, “I choose…top half.”
She laughed sexily. “So predictable dear King”
Her hands went behind her back and Zan paused breathing in anticipation. She worked unhurriedly, smoothly, skilfully, and beautifully.
The silk touched the floor and she did not shift under his scrutinizing gaze. She stood proudly and twisted her hair through her fingers. She piled it on top of her head and then let it drop back down around her shoulders. “Happy with your choice?” she asked sultrily.
“The-the,” he stuttered. He was finding it hard to function under the weight of his arousal. By the glimmer in her eyes he knew she was dripping wet. He could practically smell her feminine scent from his position on the bed. “Underwear…take it off,” he ordered.
She grinned. “That sounds like an order?” Not waiting for a response, she turned her back to him and strode towards the mirror swaying her hips from side to side. She could see him in the reflection.
“I see I have your full attention.” Her voice came as husky as she had hoped.
His eyes burned smouldering black.
While watching him in the mirror she drew circular patterns around her nipples and then trailed a line down to her belly-button.
“Lower,” Zan whispered.
She did as she was told and trailed her hand down between her thighs where she stroked herself through the thin fabric of her underwear. Her head arched back. “I am so wet, Zan,” she told him while staring at herself in the reflection.
Zan stood up but did not walk towards her.
“I believe…” she continued teasingly, “I have you entrapped now dear King…”
“Underwear,” Zan instructed, “now.”
Keeping her back to him, she hooked her fingers under the fabric and slid it down her shapely legs.
“Better?”
“Turn around,” he begged. “Come to me, now.”
She did not.
She ran her hands down her lower back and over her rear. “Zan,” her voice was soft and drenched with longing. “You know what I want.”
Zan yanked his robe from his body. “I make the orders around here, woman.”
They smiled at each other knowingly.
“Oh yes?” Eva asked as she spun around and marched towards him. “I find that hard to believe when I am always on top.”
Zan snarled. He was absolutely crazed when she touched his chest with her satin-soft hands. Her petite structure and radiant chocolate eyes was enough to drive him over the edge. She always did this to him.
Always.
Her fingers outlined the muscle creases in his torso before trailing lower to his manhood. She knew he thought of this as his prized possession and had first-hand knowledge of just why he valued it so. A smile graced her features.
“You know what I want,” she demanded once more running her fingers through the cluster of dark hair.
He knew she would not venture lower until he did as she wanted.
“I am supposed to be king!” he howled. “I can not show weakness, not even with you—my love, my life.”
She would not allow him to take her until she knew she held him captured in her spell. No one broke through his stubborn walls and to prove she was different—that she meant something to him—he would give in.
“It is your choice Zan,” she reminded him. Her hands went to her own body, caressing, massaging, feeling…
He groaned and hissed, “I want you”—he gave in—“I need you! You are vital to my existence. My army will fall at your hand. I love you. Please…I give in.”
Her smile was excited and proud. “Thank you.”
There was a loud bang as his huge golden bedroom doors were pounded to the ground.
They both stopped smiling. “Go,” he told her. “You must hide.”
“I will not,” she refused. “I will hide no longer.”
His face burned. “NO! I will not allow you to do this. I will not.”
“Too late,” she purred gripping him tightly. “Hold me.”
Zan watched as his rival’s army gathered around them. He clutched Eva tightly to him.
“Nekhbet!” her father wailed angrily. “You will pay for this betrayal. Men, cease him!”
“NO!” Eva screamed. “No, father, no!”
Unashamed of her bare body she shielded Zan from their enemies. A man grabbed her and yanked her away from him. She was soon so immersed in the men Zan could not see her.
“Eva!” he cried.
“Zan!” She cried back just as devastated. “Zan, I love you!”
“Kill him,” her father ordered. “Now! I demand you kill him.”
Eva’s eyes widened in horror and she YANKED herself away from the mob. “NO!” she screamed and leapt in front of the blade headed straight for Zan’s heart.
“Eva NOOOOOOOO!”
It was too late. The piercing of her flesh as the blade sliced her right between her bare breasts was horrifying. She slumped to the marble floor in a heap and Zan dived after her. “Eva, Eva, please no!”
“Zan…” she breathed.
“Please,” he said in between sobs. “Eva, look at me. This is going to hurt and then I’ll make the pain go away.”
“Zan…” she repeated as her eyes fluttered shut.
He wrenched the blade from her chest and threw it to the floor. Covering her wound with his healing hands he chanted, “Look at me Eva. Open your eyes.”
But it was too late, she was gone and all he could hear in his mind was her dying sobs. “Zan…Zan…”
He looked up at the soldiers in his room with fury. They gasped at the bright light illuminating from his amber eyes. “DAMN YOU!” he screamed and reached for the knife. “You will pay for this!”
Without hesitation he stabbed the knife into his heart as hard as he could and buried his face in his Eva’s hair. “You will pay for this,” he repeated as he faded away. . .
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One
He is just so beautiful. It should be illegal for someone to be so incredibly well sculpted. I watch him all the time but he never notices because he’s too busy watching someone else. My best friend Jane.
I can’t blame him, she is a supermodel. It would be so much easier to hate her if she wasn’t so kind, gifted and hilarious. If I were a guy or a lesbian I would be in love with her too. It’s just that every time I catch him staring at her it’s like some ones stabbing me multiple times in the chest.
Jane and I share an apartment on the third floor of our apartment building. He lives two apartments down from us so I often run into him in the hall. Sometimes when I’m coming home from work and he is too we share the elevator.
I wish we were capable of sharing more then the typical, “Hey, how are you?”
But even if we did I knew he would only be thinking of Jane and her perfect figure and personality. It’s not fair. I wish he wanted me.
The first time I saw him I knew I loved him. I was standing by my mailbox blubbering over his loveliness when he said a friendly hello and introduced himself.
“Max Evans, nice to meet you.”
I could barely form a coherent reply. Maybe if I could have he would be in love with me instead of Jane.
“Li-Li-Liz.”
He is polite, charming, friendly, witty, intelligent and handsome. Sometimes when our landlord is being a bastard he comes and helps us with the plumbing…or electricity…he is so good with his hands. And the best thing about that is he wears these tight jeans that reveal his muscular lower back when he squats. I could stare at that backside until the sun melts Mercury.
Once I thought he had a little dot of chocolate above his top lip. I was so tempted to go lick off for him. It wasn’t chocolate. After constant inspection I discovered that it is this adorable little freckle.
I still want to lick it nevertheless.
I know it’s sad that I can’t even get up the courage to ask him out. If I wasn’t convinced he was in love with Jane then perhaps I would. But if he wanted me wouldn’t he ask me out anyway?
I don’t know how he got lost down here in amongst mortals but his sham doesn’t fool me. His radiance shines through those amazing amber eyes of his. There is no way he was meant for apartment 3D.
No wonder I trip over my tongue every time I’m around him. He is a fantasy, not a reality. Somehow he escaped from my dreams.
I am positively sure of it.
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She is just so beautiful. Somehow I always manage to avert my gaze before she catches me staring. Thank God.
She probably thinks I’m in love with her friend or something because the first thing I flick my gaze to is Jane. She just always happens to be there by her side. I think Jane has picked up on my obsession with her roommate.
I can’t blame her, I am so obvious. Some days I feel as if I’m wearing a fricken sign on my head with lights that flash, ‘I love Liz Parker!’
How could I not? She somehow masters this endearing quality that allows her to be sweet and sexy all at once. She is so friendly and inviting. Sometimes I wonder how I keep myself from walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her.
In the morning when I reach out my front door to grab the paper I see her doing the same. She is usually wearing this pink flannel robe (that barely covers her thighs. Thank you GOD!) and her hair is tied up in a little bundle. She always glances down to see if I’m there and then wave’s hello when I am. It’s times like those when I feel I am the most special guy in the world. What a way to start the day.
I learnt all these handy-man skills to do with electricity and plumbing just so I could offer to help her out (our landlord is a bastard). Her apartment smells like her. Lavender and Sandalwood.
Another one of her amazing qualities is her attentiveness. She fluffs around me when I’m unclogging the garbage disposal or putting in an electrical socket.
It’s constant rain of:
“Do you need anything?” “Is there anything I can get you?” “I’ll make you lunch? A coffee?” “Do you want a drink? Soda? Water? Sandwich? Cake? ME?”
Well, at least I wish she’d offer herself because then (being the kind-hearted soul I am) I’d be inclined to accept. Wouldn’t that be a shame?
I would ask her out. Hell, I’d ask her to marry me if I didn’t have a very good reason not to. And I do. Have a very good reason I mean.
I am not from…around here and I’m certain if she found out she would freak. Besides I’ve had trouble keeping my identity secret in the past and I don’t know how safe it would be for her to know. Being with her and not telling her the truth about myself is out of the question.
But if she wanted me wouldn’t she ask me out anyway?
I knew I loved her the first time I saw her. Somehow I got up the courage to introduce myself and now we have a sort-of friendship blooming. Not the type that you would worry about loosing if you ever got into a relationship. I know that if we did get together it would last so it wouldn’t matter if we lost the friendship we have now.
She is a researcher for the Museum in town. It is one of the most significant museums for five states. Some of the artefacts in there are worth millions of dollars. I bet she is excellent at her job. It’s so interesting just like her.
We come home from work at the same time and sometimes share the elevator. On one occasion she told me about this new piece she was investigating and I was almost as entrapped by what she was saying as I am by her. Or maybe it was just because I was hearing her talk…either way I could never be bored by her.
She is a goddess. Just looking at her you can tell she was meant for better things then apartment 3F.
I know I’m in no way good enough for her. As if she could want me anyway.
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