Egyptain Lust
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,357
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Egyptain Lust
The sky grew darker, as the settled behind the hills in the distance on the Egyptian desert. Colors of red, orange, pink, and yellow spread across the sky, as if painted on. A man appeared on the balcony of the palace. He had tri-colored hair and deep crimson pools. His skin had a luscious tan color to it. He leaned his hand upon his hand and watched the sun disappear. A voice called from behind him. “Atemu?”
The man, whose name was indeed Atemu, cocked his head towards a black haired girl. “Oh… Mana” he said without any interest.
She slowly walked over to Atemu standing beside him, looking at his face, “What is the matter, Prince?” she asked in a quite concern voice.
“You are well aware about my age? After I turn 18 I will be forced to marry” he said in a sad tone.
Mana nodded slightly at him, “And your scared?”.
Atemu turned to her with serious eyes, “I am not scared!”
Mana quickly shushed herself. “I know you don’t want to do this, but you must understand it is for the good of the people!” she shouted and ran off.
Atemu didn’t care. Now the sun had set and stars were appearing in the sky. He sighed and walked back inside, before mumbling, “If I wish to marry it will be for my choice only. No one can tell me who I should love or not”. He mumbled and headed back into the palace, to get ready for sleep.
Meanwhile……….
Cleo stared at her hands. They were wrinkly from soaking them in soap. For hours, she worked on cleaning the floors. She grew weary fast and dizzy. She blushed back her black hair from her face as she continued cleaning.
All her life, Cleo lived in the palace, ever since she was 3. Her mother died when she was born and her father disappeared. She was abandoned until she was placed to work at the pharaoh’s palace. It was worth it. She was fed and sheltered for working. How could she live outside of these cold stone walls?
Cleo repeated working, stroking the floor with her brush. Footsteps echoed down the halls and Cleo quickly turned around. Too late. A hand gripped the fourteen-year-olds’ ass. She squealed and felt a sharp pain down her back. A man whipped her back. Tears ran down her eyes. “Shut your fucking mouth or we’re both screwed” he said and rubbed her rear again. She wanted to scream and hit the man, but couldn’t. She was too weak and she knew it.
The man stopped. He whipped her back again and watched her fall to the ground, “Ill see you tomorrow… I’ll expect you to be working hard” he chuckled and left her weeping. Her blood loss caused her to go dizzy and collapsed on the still-wet floor. Tears ran down the sides of her cheek, “Please Ra…” she prayed.
The man, whose name was indeed Atemu, cocked his head towards a black haired girl. “Oh… Mana” he said without any interest.
She slowly walked over to Atemu standing beside him, looking at his face, “What is the matter, Prince?” she asked in a quite concern voice.
“You are well aware about my age? After I turn 18 I will be forced to marry” he said in a sad tone.
Mana nodded slightly at him, “And your scared?”.
Atemu turned to her with serious eyes, “I am not scared!”
Mana quickly shushed herself. “I know you don’t want to do this, but you must understand it is for the good of the people!” she shouted and ran off.
Atemu didn’t care. Now the sun had set and stars were appearing in the sky. He sighed and walked back inside, before mumbling, “If I wish to marry it will be for my choice only. No one can tell me who I should love or not”. He mumbled and headed back into the palace, to get ready for sleep.
Meanwhile……….
Cleo stared at her hands. They were wrinkly from soaking them in soap. For hours, she worked on cleaning the floors. She grew weary fast and dizzy. She blushed back her black hair from her face as she continued cleaning.
All her life, Cleo lived in the palace, ever since she was 3. Her mother died when she was born and her father disappeared. She was abandoned until she was placed to work at the pharaoh’s palace. It was worth it. She was fed and sheltered for working. How could she live outside of these cold stone walls?
Cleo repeated working, stroking the floor with her brush. Footsteps echoed down the halls and Cleo quickly turned around. Too late. A hand gripped the fourteen-year-olds’ ass. She squealed and felt a sharp pain down her back. A man whipped her back. Tears ran down her eyes. “Shut your fucking mouth or we’re both screwed” he said and rubbed her rear again. She wanted to scream and hit the man, but couldn’t. She was too weak and she knew it.
The man stopped. He whipped her back again and watched her fall to the ground, “Ill see you tomorrow… I’ll expect you to be working hard” he chuckled and left her weeping. Her blood loss caused her to go dizzy and collapsed on the still-wet floor. Tears ran down the sides of her cheek, “Please Ra…” she prayed.