Wet Dreams -Done!-

(Knew I forgot soemthing... JanimeLee wrote this one. Isn't she good? ^^)

Marik walked through the halls of the ancient temple. He looked at himself, and wasn't too surprised to see that he was wearing clothing of ancient Egypt. He continued walking until he came into a room; it was large and decorated with images of the sacred gods of Egypt and Duel Monsters. Looking up, Marik saw in the center of the ceiling the large engraving of the Winged Dragon of Ra.

A flutter of white caught his attention and Marik turned to his left. The flutter had been thin white silk curtains blowing in a gentle breeze from the open balcony. There was a woman standing by one of the pillars, unheeding the billowing curtains around her as the wind also blew her mahogany hair over her shoulders. She too was dressed in the robes of an ancient Egyptian woman--a simple green dress with golden bands on her arms, wrists, her calves, and one around her neck.

Keriam.

Marik walked up behind Keriam, encircling his arms around her waist and she turned her head, smiling at him. He placed a light kiss on her neck just below the golden band.

"Look," she said and turned her gaze back to what was before her.

Marik followed her line of vision and blinked at the sight. Buildings of sandstone dotted the scene and two great structures loomed over them.

"The past and future of Egypt," said Keriam, resting her hands on Marik's arms.

"And what do you see for Egypt?" Marik asked.

"Many things."

"Are you in them?"

"Sometimes."

"Am I?"

Keriam turned around and faced him. "Always," she said and leaned closer, kissing him.

Marik tightened his arms around her waist as he gently ran his tongue over her lips before sliding into the sweet cavern of her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers.

After a brief battle, Keriam moved away from Marik. He looked at her, confused, but his expression changed to one of lust as she placed her right hand over her left breast, fingering the nipple until he could see the hardened nub through the thin fabric while her left hand slid through the slit of the lower part of dresdress and between her legs. She smiled seductively at him.

Marik growled as he stepped forward, taking hold of Keriam's wrists and pulled her hands away, stopping her self-pleasure. Taking her left hand in both of his, Marik brought her fingers to his mouth and he licked them, cleaning her juices from the slender digits.

"So sweet," he said, placing a kiss in her palm. "May I have more?"

"Of course, my lord." Holding his hand, Keriam led Marik back into the room.

Losing control, Marik grabbed Keriam and held her up against a pillar, his mouth attacking hers again, hands roamed each other's bodies and hearing the moans of pleasure from the other. Marik trailed kisses to Keriam's neck, feeling her shiver as he bit down gently. His left hand cupped her breast as the other hand felt its way down through her dress and slid between her legs, touching her damp nether region. He ran his index finger over her bud, smiling against her neck as she gasped and whimpered, crying out as he slid two fingers into her velvet channel.

She moved against his hand, feeling the pleasure race through her body like liquid fire, burning in delight everywhere it spread. Keriam shuddered, and Marik withdrew his hand from her. Lifting his head up, Marik looked at the Sister. She was panting and a blush had taken root on her cheeks and across her nose.

Marik raised his hand up, looking at the evidence of her release upon his hand for a moment and then slowly licked his fingers clean. "Sweetest nectar I have ever tasted," he said when finished.

Keriam smiled and pulled Marik into another searing kiss. They moved away from the pillar and Marik felt himself falling backwards. Instead of falling on stone floor, he landed on a lush and extremely comfortable bed with Keriam on top of him. She smiled and lightly traced her fingers over his lips and down his throat, gliding over his collarbone. She gave him a light kiss then started a trail over his cheek and throat, down to his chest; her tongue playing with a nipple while her fingers tormented the other.

Marik growled and his hands slid into her silken hair. His breath coming out in short gasps as Keriam began to kiss his upper torso and trace invisible patterns on his skin. She moved down, straddling his legs and rested her hands just above the fabric covering his lower region. Smirking, a little, Keriam lazily rubbed her hand over the bulge hidden by the white cloth.

Marik hissed and arched his hips, almost whimpering when she removed her hand but then she stripped him of the article of clothing leaving him exposed and feeling slightly vulnerable. It was soon out of his mind as Keriam wrapped her fingers around his member and slowly moved her hand along his shaft.

"You must be descended from the gods," she said quietly and ran her tongue over the head of his hard member.

"And you are a goddess," Marik managed to gasp out. He looked at her quizzically as she stopped her ministrations and moved away slightly.

Keriam untied the golden belt at her waist then tossed it carelessly to the floor. Slowly, she pulled the green silk covering her away, exposing what Marik had desired to see for a long time, and the dress followed the belt. Keriam slid her hands across her body, stopping at her breasts and teasing the nipples, then moved downwards between her thighs.

"Worship me," she whispered.

Marik sat upright, catching her face in his hands and kissed her, plundering her mouth with his tongue, which she eagerly responded to. He moved so that Keriam was now lying on the bed so that Marik could worship her all he wanted.

Hearing his name escape from her lips in gasping tones increased his desire. Hands explored the smooth flesh of the heavenly woman beneath him, cupping both her breasts and mimicked the actions she had done upon herself only moments earlier.

Marik broke the kiss and took a nipple into his mouth, pulling it lightly with his teeth and ran his tongue over to sooth it. He did the same to the other breast, and then kissed his way down Keriam's stomach, pausing at her navel, running his tongue over the indent. He pushed her legs farther apart, letting one hand linger at the inner junction.

Whimpered pleas reached his ears causing him to grin. "I can't hear you," he said as he continued the tormenting pleasure.

"Marik…" Keriam gasped, her head tilted to her left and her hands gripped the pillows. "Please…"

"'Please' what, my goddess?" Marik asked, running his finger along her opening.

"I-I want you…" Keriam splayed her legs wider. "Inside me…"

"Inside you?" Marik emphasized the question by pushing the tip of his finger past the slick folds. "Like this?"

"Yes…" Keriam tried to move down to have him in deeper but that was denied.

Marik removes has hands, causing her to whimper from the loss. He placed both hands on her hips. "As you wish, my goddess," Marik said and slid his aching member into her moist heat with one slow thrust.

She cried out and her back arched off the bed as he entered her. Marik almost growling at the wondrous feeling--he had to pause and gather himself to prevent him for taking her too quickly. She was his now. The Daughter of Ra whom he would worship forever as a true goddess.

His gss. ss.

Keriam wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips slightly, giving Marik the incentive to move. He did as she andeanded; drawing out slowly and then thrusting back in. he leaned down, placing a kiss in the valley between her breasts before capturing a nipple with his lips, teasing her other breast with his hand.

Her fingers wound into his hair. Her desperate gasps encouraged him and Marik quickened his pace. Sliding his arms under her back, Marik release the abused nipple and claimed her mouth once again. Keriam's grip on his shoulders and his waist tightened, her body convulsing as she screamed out his name when the waves of ultimate pleasure claimed her.

Marik released a short yell as he soon followed. Somehow he still had enough strength to keep himself braced above his goddess. Clouded lavender eyes stared into hazy emerald ones. Smiling at him, Keriam reached up and guided Marik to rest his head on her chest.

He sighed, bringing up his right hand to her breast and gently flicked the hardened nub before cupping the swollen orb fully. He couldn't help wondering if they could do this again.

Keriam chuckled lightly. "Soon, my lord," she whispered.

Marik would have looked up at her for that comment, but the last of his strength slowly drained away and sleep made him close his eyes.