Dark Horse

"Dark Horse"
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Hentai, drama, romance.
Anime: Yuugiou (or Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Written and edited by: Phantom_Panther
With the help of...: Various books and websites on the Ancient Egyptian world.
Warnings: Shoujo-ai and yuri follows. Yaoi and het in later chapters.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yuugiou and anything you read about in this fiction is purely for fanfiction purposes.

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Chapter Eight

Isis and Kisara returned to the palace shortly before sundown, just in time for dinner and their evening prayers before bed. They passed the guards standing by the gate once again, seeing them lift their chins and square their shoulders as they passed. Isis and Kisara giggled quietly to themselves. Seth and Atemu helped the young women down from their steeds before a couple of young stable boys came to take them away. Kisara kissed and hugged her horse affectionately before following the others into the back entrance of the palace.

Dinner came and went. Kisara was busy showing the priests about what she had learnt down at the river today, Isis smiling fondly at her. They were all so caught up in conversation that nobody noticed Seth stand up from the table, looking as if he were about to dismiss himself for a reason unbeknownst to the others. Isis happened to be the only one who noticed, naturally. She creased a brow and looked at him questioningly, only receiving a venomous glower in return. Adrenaline pulsed through her. He knows, she thought. But how? We have been so careful…

Seth cleared his throat, capturing everyone’s attention. “As much as I’d like to hear about your day, Kisara, I think I will turn in for the night. I have had a long day. If anybody needs me I will be in the Temple of Thoth. Goodnight, my priests,” he said, then turning to Atemu, “Your highness.”

Atemu permitted him to leave with a nod, and continued listening to the events of Isis and Kisara’s day out. Isis pretended to listen, but really, she was concentrating on Seth’s mysterious exclusion, trying to comprehend why he did what he had done. Was he really going to go and say his prayers and have an early night? Or was he going off to do something else? She considered following him, but decided against it. What he did was his business, not hers. As long as Kisara was within her sight, she was satisfied.

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Isis knew that Thoth – the ibis-headed God of sacred writings and knowledge – was Seth’s primary God of worship. Despite the High Priest’s namesake with the Egyptian God of chaos, Seth chose to dedicate most of his time connecting with the Gods in the Temple of Thoth. In spite of his mere eighteen years, Seth was mature – one could almost say darkly mature – beyond his years. He craved knowledge, and always thought of ways he could make the society of Egypt as a whole, a better place. His bond with Atemu was inseparable, but the mysterious aura that veiled him was there to stay. He had his barriers – like most people – and Isis knew what was crossing the line.

Though he was older by only two years, Seth had almost as much authority as Atemu himself. With Atemu’s permission, he had the power to banish any one of the priests at the snap of his fingers. Atemu had self-reliance in Seth to become not only his right-hand man, but his best friend, and who knows what more. One thing Isis knew, however, is that for a long time Seth never knew who his biological father was. When word slipped that he was not only the son of the priest Akunadin, but the cousin of Atemu, he had spiraled into a deep depression. Isis had been there to comfort him through his darkest days, and though the two priests were close, it was still a taboo subject to discuss inside the palace walls.

Seth had come to be cold and sinister toward many after finding out Akunadin’s life-changing secret. He turned to the Gods for guidance, and Thoth seemed to answer most of his calls, or so he claimed. He spent a lot of time with the palace scribes, dictating letters to be recorded either in stone or on papyrus. He organized plans for the hieroglyphics to start being recorded inside temple walls or on colonnades, or inside the almighty pyramids at Giza. He was, without a doubt, the most educated and academically competent High Priest that Egypt had ever known of, and his hunger for knowledge was only becoming stronger with each day past.

Isis found nightfall to be the most peaceful throughout her course of the day. Although she felt sleepy and ready for rest, her favourite part of the day was visiting the temples situated on or near the banks of the Nile. She enjoyed the walk through the fortress’s gardens, and down to the many temples she worshipped at. Almost every god or goddess known to Egypt had a temple or shrine dedicated to them, but most were situated in Thebes, former capital of Egypt. The almighty Temple of Karnak and its avenue of ram-headed sphinxes were truly a sight to behold – Isis had been there not once but twice before.

Here at Memphis, however, were seven temples nearby to the palace. They were the Temples of Thoth, Isis, Bastet, Khnum, Horus, Sekhmet and, most importantly, Ra. Ra, God of the Sun, was one of the most popularly worshipped Gods throughout Egypt, for he provided warmth and light to the country. Isis was the Goddess of Magic, wife and sister of Osiris, God of the Underworld; Bastet, the cat-headed Goddess of Fertility and Protection; Khnum, the ram-headed God of water who brought the annual flooding of the Nile; Horus, the falcon-headed God of the Sky with the sun and moon as his eyes, son of Isis and Osiris; Sekhmet, the lion-headed Goddess of the Sun, War and Destruction, protector of Ra and Osiris, wife of Ptah.

Smiling up at the grand Temple of Horus in front of her, Isis felt that the city of Memphis was very much protected with the many Gods watching over it, in the heavens above. The Temple of Horus was of a hypostyle formation, consisting of many robust limestone and marble pillars, fundamentally dwarfing those who entered. Hieroglyphic stories of Horus and the other Gods were depicted on those pillars, and in frescos on the walls. Egypt’s finest scribes and artists had been called in to do the work, and a fine job they had done. Isis remembered the temple being constructed when she was but a small child, and now it had been long since completed.

“Kisara,” she said, breaking the tranquil silence, catching her moonlight-haired lover by surprise.

“Yes?” Kisara replied, still staring in awed wonder.

“Would you like to hear a story about the god Horus?” she asked. “This temple we are standing in is dedicated to him.”

“Of course.”

Closing her eyes, spiritually embracing the silent tranquility, Isis began. “Horus is one of the first royal gods…he was thought to be one of the creator Gods, in the form of a falcon that flew up to the sky. His eyes represent the sun and moon, and on nights when there is no moon, he goes blind and takes the name Mekhenty-er-irty, which means ‘He who has no eyes’.” Isis said, smiling and looking up at the pillars above her and the beautiful paintings on them.

“That is amazing story.” Kisara murmured, hesitant to disturb the eerie silence of the temple.

“Yes… and on the nights when Horus was blind, he would fight with his sword against the other deities – not knowing who he was actually fighting – temporarily plunging Egypt into a state of confusion until he recovered his sight.” She continued. “Horus took many names… He goes by the name of ‘Horus the Elder’, ‘Horus the Younger’, and ‘Horus the Child’. Generally he is thought to be the son of Isis and Osiris.”

Kisara turned to look at Isis. “Tell me about the goddess who you are named after.”

Isis smiled and her cheeks glowed ruby for some unbeknown reason. “My mother named me Isis because she was so overjoyed to have borne a daughter. The goddess Isis is said to be the most beautiful and respected out of them all…and the Gods desired her more than her sister Nephthys because she was able to bear children, whereas apparently Nephthys could not.”

“Well…whoever said that Isis was the most beautiful certainly got that part right,” Kisara whispered, sliding her hands onto Isis’ waist and bringing her closer. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“You are also the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” Isis replied, twining her arms around the slightly taller woman’s shoulders. “And I love you.”

Kisara leant in and kissed the young priestess tenderly on the lips, gliding a hand up onto the swell of her breast. Isis moaned softly and mimicked her movements, gently groping her lover in the dark stillness of the temple. Their moans became more consistent as they reached into their robes, unfastening the ties and fondling each other’s supple, firm breasts. Kisara gently pushed Isis against one of the towering colonnades and took one of her exposed nipples into her mouth, licking and suckling devotedly.

The familiar wet, throbbing sensation between Isis’ legs was welcomed with open arms as she moaned and coaxed Kisara to touch her. The sky-haired woman pushed aside the linen covering Isis’ thigh and hitched her leg up onto her own hip, reaching down and brushing Isis’ moist, aroused sex. With Isis’ eager cries of pleasure, Kisara slipped two fingers inside the tight passageway and massaged her pulsating nodule with her thumb, massaging as best she could. Isis was muted by Kisara’s impatient mouth on hers, but could feel her orgasm looming.

“Oh, Kisara,” Isis breathed heavily, tearing away from the fervent kiss. “Please…use your tongue…”

Kisara complied willingly, and dropped to her knees, pinching Isis’ nipples on the way down. Isis held her leg over Kisara’s shoulder and readily opened herself to the foreign woman’s waiting tongue. At first sight of Isis’ ready, throbbing well, Kisara delved in with her tongue, probing as far up the wet entrance as she could, relishing the taste of the aroused woman’s femininity. She moved her tongue up to Isis’ clitoris and replaced her tongue with two fingers, massaging harder and faster. Isis was so incredibly aroused that she didn’t think she could take it any longer. Being in a place where people could see them was even more arousing to her. The thrill of being caught made adrenaline blaze through her.

As Isis closed her eyes and cried out piercingly as her orgasm thundered through her system, she didn’t notice the glow from her Sennen Tauk illuminate the temple walls. She moaned and gasped, grasping the colonnade behind her for support before she regained composure, balancing herself on shaky legs. As Kisara stood up and smiled at her, kissing her lightly, an abrupt sound from across the temple entranceway startled them both.

“Very nice, I must say.”

Isis looked on in horror as Seth stood forebodingly watching them, clapping in applause, now having emerged from behind one of the massive colonnades. It took her a few seconds to realise that she was exposing the most part of her naked female wealth, and she hastily pulled her robes back across her body and tied them up. “Seth…” she said in a hoarse, barely audible whisper.

“That was quite entertaining, watching you two.” He said, smirking as he walked into the moonlight streaming through the temple ceiling. Isis noticed his obvious erection. “At least this little… ‘affair’ – I guess you could call it – has cleared things up for me.” He strode in quick, even strides up to them.

“Seth, please…let us explain.” Kisara pleaded.

“Oh no, that is not necessary. I understand perfectly well, now.” He said, anger evidently tarnishing his voice. “I gave you the perfect life, Kisara. You are the envy of every woman in Egypt! No matter what I did for you, the privileges I gave you, it was never enough. Now this? Why did I not see this before?!” He raged, grabbing Kisara by the throat and forcing her up against one of the arcades.

“Leave her alone!” Isis shrieked, attacking Seth fiercely, yanking at his arm, clawing his face and drawing blood.

“You stay out of this, Isis!” Seth retaliated, swiftly reaching for his Sennen Rod and throwing her back with its power.

Isis was flung across the chamber in mid air and smacked her head against one of the pillars, blood instantly gushing from her nose, her vision blurred. All she could hear in the background was Kisara and Seth feuding savagely, and the loud smack of a hand against skin, followed by a high-pitched squeal. The dazed priestess was so overcome with the shock of slamming her head against the marble pillar that her whole world slowly drowned into a sea of blackness.

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Phantom: Stay tuned, folks! There are more chapters in the making! Ja matte ne! ^_^