Visionary Kiss I & II & III

Visionary Kiss I Part Three

"Take this to the Temple. And don't dream or dawdle on the way."

Willow was not surprised by this command. Is nos not the first time she had to walk from the palace to the Temple, and it was a lovely morning. Walking out of the room, she thought over the last week. There had been no chance to see Imhotep without someone nearby, let alone talk to him about his love life.

She knew that even her great Mother Goddess was sure that she had no chance to save him from the horror she had seen. To save him from the curse that would make him immortal; trapped in his grave until someone found him relereleased him. But, with him back walking the earth, terrible things would happen.

She shook at the thought of the ten plagues that he would bring with him. The blood was one thing she could live without, not to mention the frogs. But then she remembered his eyes, the trust and love, and the hate and determination she had also seen. He needed to be stopped. Not only for his own good, but also for the good of mankind.

It would be a hot day and the witch knew that bringing the message to Imhotep would mean that he would visit her mistress in the afternoon. The Pharaoh was not in
the palace, which made it easy for the couple to find time to meet.

"I have a message for the High Priest, Imhotep," Willow said to the guardian at the entrance to the Temple grounds that was the home on earth for Osiris. She could not stop thinking that the message she had for him sounded like something Cordelia would say.

What would he do if she told him that the woman he loved was only able to love herself, and the power she had over him, that he would die for her, and maybe come back to life to risk it all again for her, only to find out that she was the bitch Willow was sure she was.

"You know the way," she heard the guard say, and so she stopped the little soliloquy in her head and walked though the gates. As she entered the outer Temple, she again felt sorry for herself for not being able to enter the Temple itself. She took a quick glance over at the sacred lake beside the Temple. This water was used for rituals, and the Priests also used this water to wash themselves and shave their heads.

There he was, leaning over the Sb thb that was made of one really large stone. Willow watched him, unable to look away. She could not stop herserom rom noticing
how catlike he looked in his motions; how the muscles on his chest and stomach moved as he placed his hands above his eyes to have a better view.

'Get a grip, Rosenberg! Here I was thinking we only like girls, and now this! I know it's been a long time since we had someone between our legs...' she whispered, angry at herself, already walking towards her wildest fantasy.

'But, look at his body...his intelligence...his kind eyes...his big hands...okay, no longer gay!'

Looking at her feet, just to be safe that her eyes would not show the emotions that were running through her, she held out her hand with the note for him.

"Master Imhotep, I have a message for you," she said, already starting to turn around as soon as he had taken hold of it.

"Wait," she heard him say, and every cell in her body screamed for her to run, but she just stopped moving, still turned half away from him.

"Isetnofret?" he said her name as if she had not answered a question, and as he had planned, she turned towards him, looking straight into his eyes, with a look that said 'what the hell have I missed'.

Willow was really confused. The other times she had brought him a message from her mistress, it had worked this way, and now this. Should she ask him what she
could do for him, or would this be something a slave would get punished for?

Again the Priest was uncertain. He had known this slave now for over month, but since the day only a week ago, when he had surprised his beloved Anck-su-namun in her rooms, he could feel magic and great power coming from the small woman. Already knowing that Anck-su-namun was not happy with his interest in the slave, he had one of his priests ask a few questions about her.

The magic he could feel was new to him. It was light and not dangerous, he could tell, but why was it there, and why had her aura changed? It had always been a dark gray with a little blue in it, but now it was like green fire with golden sparks.

"Don't be afraid, girl. I wanted to ask you where you have these green eyes from." He tried to save the situation, knowing that his silence had made her afraid of what was to come.

This was something Willow had not considered. Opening her mouth like a fish out of water, she looked at him for a few seconds until a bright smile covered her face.

"My mother used to tell me that I looked like her mother, who did not know her parents," was finally her answer.

Imhotep was momenta bew bewitched by the smile and the change that took place in her posture. But, now he was sure that she was not the slave he knew. He didn't liked this at all. He would need to find out what was happening. Maybe his love was in danger from this woman.

***

Willow could not believe that this was really happening. Only an hour ago, Anck-su-namun had called after her and, when she finally made it into her rooms she had been told what was going to happen. She could still hear her voice ringing in her head.

"So, you le nle nothing, I have seen the looks you send Imhotep. Don't believe that you can pretend that you have no interest in him. But he is mine, and you will never have him." Then she had laughed, and at that moment Willow was sure that whatever happened to this woman would be not painful enough.

"I feel generous today, and so I have decided that you will get the chance to see what you will never have. Come over here, slave."

And now Willow was sitting on a stone seat behind a partition made out of dark wood. Artistic carvings were cut out of the partitionlowilowing her to see the bed from where she sat. The large, low bed stood in the room middle of the room. Anck-su-namun wore an inviting smile, as she lay naked upon the bed, in all her beauty, holding the knowledge of her watching slave.

Imhotep, who was standing in front of his lover, turned away from the witch so that she could only see the side of his face. He had no idea that she was here to watch as they made love. The woman who was born over 3000 years in the future could not believe that she was really watching them. She should turn around and close her eyes. She should, but she couldn't.

Her eyes watched as his coat hit the floor; she watched as his hands reached out for the other woman. Willow had to bite her lip to not make a sound. He had such large hands. That had been something she had missed. She watched as his hands traveled over her mistress's smooth body, never stopping. Like a cat begins to purr, Anck-su-namun also beh, as, as the High Priest placed small, damp kisses all over her heated skin.

Soon the couple was kissing, nipping, and biting each other in a dance that was as old as mankind itself, making Willow squirm on her seat as she already felt the damp heat that was spreading between her legs.

Imhotep was not in a hurry. Slowly, step-by-step, he brought the Egyptian higher in her excitement. For a long time he merely watched her, only to then suck on one of her nipples until she screaand and pleaded for more.

Then he gently placed one finger at her cunt, swirling it around in the moistness that was starting to flow from her, before pushing deep inside her willing hole.

Anck-su-namun's hips arched involuntarily to meet his hand, until the whole finger was buried deep inside her. The Priest withdrew his finger to toy with her clitoris, and under his adept ministrations, her body was soon wracked with a shuddering orgasm.

He stood, and quickly stripped off the last piece of white linen, exposing the huge cock dangling between his legs. Consumed now with desire, Anck-su-namun raised up onto her hands and knees and, gripping his tool with one of her hands, was able to get the fist-sized knob into her sucking mouth, while she stroked the veined shaft with her hand.

Willow again tried to look away; to stop herself from playing the part in this game, the purpose of which was only to amuse Anck-su-namun, and to show her power
not only over the slave girl, but also over her lover.

Feeling the great head start to expand in her mouth, the woman gave it one last lick, and decided she had to have that monster inside of her, or die trying.

"I want you, but I want to be on top," she explained to him. He willingly lay back, gripping his cock in han hand and gently stroking it.

The witch watched as her mistress straddled his handsome, muscular body, balancing, and with one hand, guided the blunt head to the opening of her sopping cunt. Now poised, she started hunching on his staff, and gasped as she got the head of his meat lodged fully in her cunt. Stopping there for a moment, she waited as she felt her cunt stretch and adjust to his massive organ.

"Uunnnnhh! You are so huge!" she exclaimed, as she again pressed down to engulf another couple of inches in her aching cunt.

Imhotep looked up at the gorgeous woman, and greedily ogled her breasts and the sight of his cock half-buried in her pink snatch, not knowing that another woman in the same room only had eyes for him, imagining that it was she and not Anck-su-namun atop him.

Each time the dark-skinned woman rose up, her labia folded out to his sight, and then disappeared as she fucked down on his throbbing meat. She wasn't as tight as the first time the couple had made love, but her cunt spasmed and spasmed in a way he had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, with determination, Anck-su-namun was succeeding in her task. Raising once more until the end of his cock was visible, she sank forcefully again on his cock, descending until her small line of silky cunt-hairs twined with the coarse black hair around the base of his cock.

"Make me yours, my Pharaoh's High Priest of Osiris and Keeper of the Dead," she hissed.

Willow could hardly believe the woman's words, as Anck-su-namun fell back, and Imhotep rolled forward and towered over her. This was the proof of the game she was playing. She was not making love with Imhotep, the man she said she loved; no, she was getting fucked by the person who was the nearest thing to a best friend of the Pharaoh!

With slow, powerful strokes, he began pumping his meat into her, and was amazed when she placed her slim ankles on his shoulders to open her willing cunt more to his pounding cock.

"Yes, oh, yes!" she cried, as he continued his ntlentless pounding of her snatch.

Turning her head to the side, unseen to him, she looked over to the partition. The sight brought her to climax, flooding his cock with her juices, lubricating his pistoning cock as it fucked in and out of her pussy.

Imhotep, ecstatic to have his cock buried in the woman he loved more than his life, grabbed her ankles and held them wide, as he continued his frantic lunges to bury even more cock in her wil cun cunt. Soon he felt his come boiling up from his balls.

She lifted her hips up, wildly tossing her head as the thick, heavy cream sprayed from his cock and splashed against her cervix, intoxicated by her knowledge of the watching eyes of Isetnofret.

"Oh, by Osiris! I'm commmmming again!" she cried, freeing her legs to wrap them around his powerful body as he shot his load deep inside her pussy. His body relaxed, and he rolled with her to his side.

She eased away from her lover, and sighed as his dick slid from her greedy cunt and come oozed from between her swollen labia. Willow watched as he moved closer again, wrapping his strong arms around her small form, cuddling her in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

She felt hot and excited, but at the same time dirty and disgusted, and she had no idea how she could leave the room without being seen, or being punished.

"Isetnofret, you may leave now," she heard Anck-su-namun say, and her blood froze. This meant that there was more to this game and it was now her turn to be played. The witch watched how the woman turned her face away from her and pressed it into Imhotep's chest.

With all her pride and courage, Willow stand and walked around the wooden rack. Knowing that this could mean she would be punished, she lifted her eyes.


Not wanting to play the little frightened slave girl, she looked straight towards the bed. To look into his shocked face.

Imhotep needed a second to understand what had happened. His love had made the slave watch them. But why should she do such a thing? It was dangerous enough to be together, but this was insanity. As he looked into her eyes, he could only see lust, and something that surprised him even more. If he made no mistake, it was sympathy.

But why should a slave girl feel sympathy for him?

End Visionary Kiss I Part Three