Everlasting as the Sands 

The invitation was hand calligraphy in real gold ink, the letters each neatly illuminated in the oldest of styles. The parchment was the finest quality and handmade, in color a rich cream like the fresh milk given as an offering to the bull god Hamun. It read: “The Gods Smile Down on the Union of Prince Khalfani and his chosen bride Anuket. Join us in celebration of this Eternal Binding of Love and Life. February fourteenth in the grand city of Colmaton in the state of California, U.S.A.” Naturally such a glorious occasion with such important participants drew a crowd of enormous proportions. Celebrities, heroes and heroines, politicians, debutantes, and more were turning out weeks in advance for what was being widely declared the event of the season. The most important guests though, at least insofar as the bride and groom were concerned, were their own respective families. Anuket’s parents were flying in from Egypt with Khal’s grandparents, his Aunt and his Sister. The most odd and wonderful thing though? Khal had not seen his family in quite some time and was excited for this impromptu family reunion. It was an exciting time for Khal and he intended to make the most of every second. 

Lady Liberty and Brown Lotus, renowned heroines of the city of Colmaton, protectors of the right and dispensers of justice, were up to their necks in hot water. But for once it was the good kind, they relaxed in a huge whirlpool spa in the spacious fitness room of the Blue Fox Hotel which had been entirely taken over by Khal’s family and redecorated for the upcoming nuptials. Beside them, in brief but tasteful swim wear, Khal and Anuket sipped champagne and toasted their friends’ recent success in capturing a dangerous criminal mastermind. “To the heroines of Colmaton, may the Gods look down on you with benevolent eyes.”, Anuket said cheerfully. “And lustful hearts.”, Khal added saucily. Brown Lotus smiled fetchingly, “Everyone has lustful hearts where we’re concerned.”, she sighed, “But I fear that lustful hearts will have to wait and everything else as well. I’m exhausted from the battle and getting pruney fingers anyway. I’m going to go to my virtuous rest if you’ll all excuse me.” They bid here pleasant dreams and the feline warrioress paced away into the night and the comfort of her bed. “Well, some of us aren’t tired yet and there’s still much to celebrate. Shall we retire to the privacy of our chambers?”, Khal asked the remaining ladies. Anuket nodded eagerly and Lady Liberty raised a single eyebrow and gestured for them to lead the way. 

The bedroom was massive and the bed that filled it was clearly meant for more than two, a king sized plus they might have called it. The sheets were bronze satin, the pillows down filled and a complementing golden color. Khal looked even more exotic when he flung himself down on the bed, the desert colors putting his striking coloration into stark contrast. His own creamy fur with it’s stripes of chocolate brown looked good enough to eat, or roll in. Anuket giggled and fell into her betrothed’s arms for a long and breathless kiss. Lady Liberty stood back for a moment admiring the view, unconsciously posing against the doorframe, her blue and red string bikini more a frame for her ample curves than any real cover. Finally pulling herself away from Khal’s sweet lips Anuket looked back over her shoulder and called to the equine heroine, “Don’t be shy Lady, come join us.” Shrugging with a smile she stepped forward to the edge of the bed and slid one knee up along Khal’s thigh to where Anuket’s wrapped around it. “As you wish.”, Lady Liberty whispered huskily, letting her inhibitions fall away and the new, darker side of her step forth. It flooded in, filing her eyes with desire, her breath coming warm on Anuket’s shoulder, her hands stroking her own body, lingering on her breasts long enough that the nipples stood out against the moist material in peaks. “That’s what I’m talking about.”, Khal laughed, reaching up to caress the taut material, giving the firm breast beneath a squeeze. Lady Liberty leaned forward, putting her breast firmly into his hand, and kissed a scorching line down Anuket’s neck. 

The next moments were a confusion on hands and lips and they writhed against each other. Somewhere in the melee Anuket removed Khal’s swim trunks, revealing the turgid length of his cock. Lady Liberty wasted no time in seeking the massive masculinity with eager lips. Anuket was no vestal virgin though and she was, by the Gods, going to enjoy herself too. She ran her ebony paws over Lady Liberty’s firm behind before slipping the material of her bikini bottoms down her muscular thighs. Lady Liberty invitingly arched her rump, her tail held high, to reveal the glistening pink mound of her sex to Anuket’s gaze. There was more than a gaze in store though. Like a cobra Anuket struck, plunging her head between Lady Liberty’s legs and licking along her nether lips before clamping her lips around the tiny bud of Lady’s clit. The equine woman cried out around Khal’s cock, driving it deeper into her mouth and making him moan in turn. 

Breathless from the sensation of Lady Liberty’s hungry mouth on his member and from watching the woman he was about to marry licking Lady Liberty towards an orgasm Khal could barely speak. “Ladies,” he gasped, “If the foreplay lasts any longer I don’t think I will.” Giggling Anuket drew back, her muzzle gleaming with Lady Liberty’s juices. “Come here then wench.”, Anuket said, grabbing Lady Liberty around the waist and pulling her away from Khal for a long moist kiss. Khal watched with delight as the two women searched each other’s mouths with their tongues, his cock twitching with desire for them both. Absently he took his cock in his hand and began stroking it slowly, letting the pressure build until it was almost unbearable before letting it subside again. He watched avidly as the women undressed each other, never breaking the kiss. 

Anuket unlaced Lady Liberty’s top and slid it aside, taking both full breasts in her hands and teasing the nipples with her thumbs. Lady Liberty was not to be distracted through, with nimble fingers she stroked Anuket’s sex through the material until the smaller woman arched against her hand and only then did she dip her fingers inside the waistband and slowly slide the material down towards her knees. A moment’s work and Anuket’s top was flung away as well, leaving them both naked and glorious. Khal could barely stand just watching them but he didn’t have to wait any longer for they turned their attention on him at that moment. Lust filled green and blue eyes alike and they crawled across the bed towards him. As one they lowered themselves towards his cock, licking and sucking in unison as though he were a savory dessert they couldn’t get enough of. Khal threw his head back as waves of pleasure crashed through him, he simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he had to taste them. Lady Liberty was the closer so with one hand he pulled her up towards him, her breasts sliding deliciously along his side as she approached. They kissed and he tasted himself on her tongue. “Sit on my face, let me drink you like a fine wine.”, he moaned. Nothing loath she straddled his face, the shaved mound of her sex less than an inch from his muzzle. He inhaled her scent, intoxicating, and then he took her hips and buried his mouth in her sweet, wet folds. Khal was far from being an amateur at pleasing women and he knew all the right spots to lick and suck and nibble gently and in no time at all Lady Liberty was moaning and grinding against his face.

Not to be outdone, Anuket straddled Khal’s hips and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. That caught the hyena’s attention and for a second he pulled away from Lady Liberty’s dripping pussy to stare mystified into Anuket’s eyes. That moment was long enough for Lady Liberty to spin around and take Anuket’s breasts into her hands, their lips meeting again. Khal felt that he might faint from the pleasure, a lovely woman on his face, another riding his cock, and both of them kissing as if they wanted to eat each other. He quickly went back to work on Lady Liberty, wanting the masked avenger to cum and then wanting to make Anuket cum, he wanted to hear them scream his name. Khal slid two fingers into Lady Liberty’s tight body and sucked furiously at her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and suddenly her body was clenching around his fingers, her body bucking against his mouth, her moans filling his ears. Exhausted from the pleasure she rolled off of him to sprawl beside him, her eyes slightly glazed but focused on the pair before her, watching as Anuket slid up and down Khal’s body, his cock playing a vanishing act in her pussy. Khal carefully sat up against Anuket, she still bouncing in his lap, and with a deft move he flipped her over while remaining sheathed inside of her, “I want you under me, I want to feel your submission.”, he whispered huskily. She nodded and he began thrusting against her, his hips moving steadily yet with an urgency. Anuket wrapped her legs around his hips and clung to him as within her the orgasm built and built, with each thrust of his cock into her it rubbed her g-spot and sent ripples of exquisite anguish through her until finally he buried himself into her depths and pulsing he came, filling her with his seed and setting off a fireworks display of sexual gratification in her womb. She came screaming his name and he throbbed within her, each pulse sending his seed further into her warm, willing body. 

They separated with a sticky moist sound and Lady Liberty slid in on Khal’s other side, “Well that was exciting. But if you’ve got anything left well…I’m not tired out yet.” Anuket grinned and reached for her, “Hear, hear. Come on, lover, let’s show this masked menace what we can really do.” Khal grinned happily, he could feel his cock firming up already in anticipation of another round. The night was going to be long and very enjoyable.

Balthazar shrugged his broad shoulders and adjusted his tie for the hundredth time. He couldn’t remember being so nervous, not even when he’d been pronounced Crown Prince in front of the press and the Court. Beside him, a vision of loveliness in a fluttering gauze dress the color of mint leaves, stood his love, Samira. As beautiful to Balthazar’s eyes as the day he had first seen her, she remained a beauty but time and life had added wisdom to her brown eyes, laugh lines to her generous mouth, and character, grace, and poise to her lissome figure. “Relax, my love, this will be simple. They will love you, just as I do, just as our son does.”, Samira said, smiling up at him, her hand resting on the sleeve of his jacket comfortingly. He smiled gently at her but inside his stomach still roiled, how could he not be nervous when meeting with her family after so much pain and so many years. The pair watched anxiously as the plane came in for a landing, the EgyptAir symbol on the plane’s nose making it unmistakable. Since this had been a specially chartered flight, purchased by Balthazar himself to fly his son’s family and his fiancé’s family in for the wedding there was no wondering whom he must greet so as the first passenger stepped out the open door, her hair blowing in the breeze, he stepped forward. The older Hyena looked down her pointed muzzle and in the flattest tone he had ever heard said, “Greetings Balthazar. I am Dalila.” He bowed over her extended hand, not at all amazed that this imposing woman should be Samira’s mother, the younger woman had much of her mother in her. The man behind Dalila could be no other than Samira’s father, who introduced himself as Runihura. He was broad and solid, not at all gone to fat as many older people were wont to do. They shook hands solemnly but there was disapproval in the old man’s sable eyes. The why of it was revealed a moment later when a lithe young hyena woman with blazing copper hair and a figure to melt men into their sandals. “I believe you know my older daughter, Adara.”, Runihura said in a voice that was perhaps a little too casual. 

Indeed Balthazar did know Adara though it had been many years since he had seen her and he did not relish sharing the truth of that meeting with Samira, he wasn’t entirely sure how his wife-to-be would take the story. Still, he was saved an explanation, at least for the time, when another young woman stepped forth from the plane. This woman was younger still, perhaps only twenty years old, and she was exactly Khalfani’s image save for the perfectly rounded breasts and the slender legs, the enticing hips, and the look of absolute boredom on her otherwise pretty face. She wore sunglasses pushed low on her nose so that her golden brown eyes glinted in the sun. Her dress was the latest fashion, cut high on the side to reveal the creamy striped swell of her leg up to the highest point of her thigh, cut daringly low at the neck and held together by a single tie closure over her ample breasts. Her white hair lashed around her like a living thing and she pushed it away with an annoyed hand. Her eyes darted from face to face for a moment, perhaps adjusting to the sun, and then with a whoop she flung herself down the stairs and into Samira’s waiting arms. “Mom!”, she squealed, “It’s been friggen’ forever! Is Khal here? I can’t wait to see him and show him the dress grandmother and I have been making for the wedding.” Samira smiled fondly at her younger child and put a finger to her lips, “I’ve missed you too, beloved, but come, you must meet someone very dear to us. Someone you’ve been denied to for too long.” Balthazar stared in shocked amazement as Samira presented the young woman to him, “Meet Amira, your daughter.”, she said simply. He made an abortive move to hug the girl but the coldness he saw in her eyes made him recoil and offer his hand instead, “I am most pleased to make your acquaintance Amira. I shall take great pleasure in getting to know you better as I have your brother.” 

Amira was somewhat put off by her meeting with her father. She had seen him before of course, who in all of Egypt hadn’t? But she had never met him AS her father before. She felt some bitterness over being little more than another of his bastard children, easily overlooked, easily forgotten. In her heart she secretly wished that he would seize her in his arms and hug her, swearing that he would have given it all up if he had only known he had children out there, that he wanted she and Khal in his life and that he would make up for all he had missed. But she didn’t want any more emotional hurt by letting herself get attached to him and then having something happen to separate them. So she stiffened her spine and pretended not to care. Samira knew her daughter well enough to see the reaction coming long before the girl herself did so she resolved to tell Balthazar later that she was just feeling insecure on meeting her father for the first time and that, like Khal, she would warm up to him as they got to know each other. In the meantime there was so much else to do, like greet Anuket’s family. 

Anuket’s family had held back on the plane, giving the others time to greet each other and settle things a bit. But as the noise from outside quieted it became less and less easy to confine Anuket’s little brother Bakari. The youngster was in the throes of the ‘terrible twos’ and simply would not be confined and in a moment’s lapse of attention he tore off for the plane’s open door and leapt carelessly down the steps, for a moment flying through the air like a great egret before gravity took hold and pulled him towards the earth once more. Just in time, and acting on instincts he never knew he had, Balthazar swung around and put out his arms to catch the falling child, swinging him into place on his ample hip with the momentum. “Hello little one, who might you be?”, he asked the little jackal, “You look so much like Anubis, perhaps you are his little cousin come to celebrate the wedding with us and give these poor mortals your blessing?”, he teased. Bakari laughed and patted the big man’s face with his chubby little hands, “No silly, my names is Bakari. I’m hewe to see my sissy.” His parents, much concerned by his sudden disappearance, hurried down the steps and into the midst of the others. Eboni, his mother, scooped him up and shook her finger at him sternly, “You never do that again my little one or I’ll tan your hide until you can’t sit for a week.” Jabari soothed his wife and took his son to himself, “Your mother is right Bakari, you might have been hurt.” But Bakari was certain that the world was a safe place filled with friendly helpful people and he lost no time in making that clear, “Da, th’ big man he catchered me. He my fwiend.” Balthazar shrugged and smiled sheepishly, “Hi, I’m Balthazar, prince of Riyadh. Pleasure to meet you. Glad your daughter is marrying my son.” The look on his face was enough to make a cat laugh and no one wasted any time in doing just that. It wasn’t a particularly auspicious start but it was something so he laughed along with them. 

That night, with everyone settled in at the luxurious hotel, introductions having been made over a sumptuous meal, Balthazar and Samira settled into their enormous bed and lay blissfully in each other’s arms. “It’s been so long, my love.”, Balthazar whispered to Amira, his hands caressing her bare arms tenderly. She smiled, her teeth very white in the dark fur of her face, and replied, “Yes it has but I’ll wait no longer. You say you love me. You say you’ve always loved me. Show me now. Make love to me and never stop.” Such sweet surrender the prince could not resist. He leaned in close and pressed his muzzle to hers, her tongue slipping out to brush his lips in a tantalizing caress. The kiss grew deeper, more passionate, and Balthazar grew bolder. With his left hand he slipped under Samira’s shirt to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple lightly until she gasped into his mouth with the pleasure. Her hands gripped at his back, slid down his sides, and then with fumbling fingers began to unlace his pants. Their desire for one another was enough to burn them both alive if it wasn’t fulfilled. And that desire, burning as brightly as a star, caught the attention of Anubis, God of the Underworld. 

Anubis, ever vigilant, lay at his ease in the dark halls of the Underworld, observing the mortal world. When a brilliant flash alerted him to a much awaited event he wasted no time, massing his dark energies and casting them out far and wide until at last they reached the romantically lit bedroom where Balthazar and Samira lay entwined on the cusp of making love. Anubis’ power froze time and dragged Balthazar’s spirit back to the shadowy cavern where the dark God awaited. Slammed into a different type of reality Balthazar’s spirit form cowered before Anubis. The lord of the underworld glowered at the overweight middle aged prince, his golden eyes glowing from the shadowed recesses of his throne. “So, come to see me at last have you, little man?”, Anubis rumbled, his voice like thunder. Balthazar might have attempted to speak but Anubis cut him off with a gesture, “Hush, little prince. You are not yet in my kingdom, merely a visitor to these hallowed halls. Come, we will speak.” Anubis stood then, revealing every inch of his massively muscular ebony frame. Balthazar’s eyes roamed over Anubis’ naked body, taking in the smooth flow of muscle over bone, the thick length of cock hanging between his taut thighs, the firm rippling abdomen. Anubis intercepted the look and laughed, a rich sexual sound that made things low in Balthazar’s body clench. “You like what you see, little prince. So many do, even your pretty little bride, Samira. She is what we will speak of.”

Anubis got to the point directly, feeling that any waste of time would be too much to bear. “Prince Balthazar, I covet your wife, I lust after her and would have her. In due time she will be my consort and sit beside me on a throne of moonlight, but for now she will be your wife. Wife or no I still wish to feel her writhe underneath me, I still long to sink my length into her inviting depths. And you will make this happen. I offer you a trade. Your youth and vigor, your health, and most importantly, your strong young body. These all I offer you in trade for the use of your body to lay with your wife. I will ride your body as a spirit and as you take her so shall I. Does this agree with you, prince?”, Anubis asked, his voice seductive and beguiling, his spine arched to let the light glimmer off his jet black coat, highlighting his every feature. Balthazar thought long and hard, if truth be told he didn’t mind sharing his wife with Anubis and he so wanted to be the man Samira deserved, young and strong and shapely again. These seemed to be no downside to the bargain so he agreed. Anubis smiled and nodded, he had never been in doubt over the outcome of his discussion. “Now, prince, there is only one thing left to do. We must seal our bargain and give you back what you have lost.”, the great dark god pronounced. 

Balthazar knew that the gods could give power, change a person, or alter the world around them with merely a whim. And he so desired the dark one at that moment, that he offered himself to Anubis for his pleasure. “Anubis, ruler of the Underworld, take the body of this humble servant. Alter me with the sharing of our bodies. I offer you my masculinity in token of this great thing you have given me. Take pleasure from me, I am yours.” Anubis threw back his head and laughed, merriment filling his golden eyes, “You please me, prince. You please me very much. And if it is your will that I should couple with you it will indeed be my pleasure. And yours.” Stepping down from his ebony dais Anubis took his length in hand and slowly stroked his paw over the velvety skin until his member stood straight and hard and long. It drew Balthazar’s eyes like a magnet and his mouth filled with saliva as he imagined the thick, meaty feel of that powerful rod in his mouth. Anubis smiled on him and slowly, almost reverently undressed the mortal prince. Like an artist he appreciated the view as each scrap of cloth fell away from Balthazar’s body.

As soon as Balthazar felt the tip of Anubis’ cock against his tender behind he shivered with delight. The penetration was slow and delicious and when Anubis was fully sheathed in the tight confines of Balthazar’s ass the magic began. It was like a warm spreading glow, at first it focused mainly in his loins and his behind and Balthazar mistook it for sexual languor but with each slow withdrawal and penetration it seeped further and further into him, spreading through his veins. When the magic filled him until he could taste it in his mouth and through every fiber of his body Anubis began thrusting in earnest. Balthazar gripped the marble wall before him and pressed against the granite sex consuming him. He felt the magic but it was the merest buzzing of a fly to the wonderful sensations rushing through his body from the dark god’s loving embrace. 

Suddenly Balthazar was back in his own body, hardly an instant seemed to have passed and Samira was still warm and oh so willing in his arms. But before Balthazar could do more than press his lips to hers the thick, heavy presence of Anubis filled him, flowing like pure pleasure through his veins and taking him over. He became a spectator in his own body, able to see and feel but not able to act. And yet it brought him no discomfort or unhappiness. The Prince was only too happy to serve as host to his liege. Amira sensed the arrival of Anubis and she reveled in it, knowing she was now in the arms of both of the men who loved her, both of the men she called ‘husband’. The lovemaking was sweet and passionate as Anubis sated his desire in Samira’s luscious body. Behind his own eyes Balthazar too took pleasure, feeling every stroke of his body into hers, every rake of her nails down his back and hearing the sweet music that was wrung from her lips. When finally Anubis came, bringing Balthazar’s body with him, it was as though a fireworks display went off in the three of them, magic pooled between their flesh, hot seed  flowed out of Balthazar’s body imbued with the very essence of Anubis himself, filling Samira with an aching warmth that swept through her senses and left her gasping with delight. 

Morning arrived, golden sunlight flowing over the city like hundred carat syrup, filling the valleys until they brimmed with the light and then spilling over into the buildings beyond. No sight could have been sweeter to Anuket’s eyes, her wedding day had arrived. In a haze of happiness she kissed her intended on the forehead, leaving him tangled in the long limbs of Lady Liberty, and hurried off to meet her family and prepare for the ceremony. Nothing, absolutely nothing could ruin her day as long as she was Khal’s wife by the time the moon rose into the  heavens. She took a cab to the hotel where her family and Khal’s were staying and after speaking to the concierge she hurried to their suite. With the spare key she opened the door and snuck inside. The curtains were all drawn, leaving the suite of rooms in dusky twilight, only the little nightlight in the left doorway told her which room washer parents’ and which held her brother. Silent as a wraith she slipped into her little brother’s room and sat on the bed beside him. His long ears twitched in his sleep ad a smile curved his lips, she couldn’t help but smile down at him. Leaning in close she whispered in his ear, “Wake little man, ride and greet the dawn.” The ear she whispered into flickered, moving to catch every nuance of her words, and slowly the child woke. He stretched, a tiny frown passing across his face like a cloud scudding across the moon, and then he opened his eyes. There was happiness there and innocence and cheer and love. Anuket couldn’t wait until the day she could look into her own son’s eyes and see that kind of love with a mother’s eyes. 

Bakari woke as he always did, with a smile on his muzzle and a cheerful glint in his dark eyes. Much to his delight his sister, long away from home, was sitting beside him. With a squeal he threw himself into her arms and hugged her tightly. “You’we back! Sissy I missed you!”, he crowed. Anuket grinned and put her finger to her lips, “Quiet imp, let’s go sneak up on mom and dad.” On silent toes the pair slipped out of the little bedroom and crept to the door of the master suite. Inside all was dark and quiet, the two still forms on the huge bed snoring softly. Anuket and Bakari tiptoed over and crouching low…they sprang! “Aha! Caught you sleepy heads!”, Anuket cried as she leapt onto the bed and shook her mother playfully. On the other side of the bed Bakari wrested with the sheet tangled form of their father. It only took the older couple a moment to get awake and into the playful mood and then it became an al out pillow battle, feather flew, sheets and blankets were tossed to the floor, and laughter rang out from every smiling mouth. Anuket couldn’t think of a better way to start her wedding day.

Meanwhile, back in Khal’s hotel, he too was waking up in a most pleasant manner. Before Khalfani even opened his eyes he knew that nothing could ruin his day. His muscles ached pleasantly from the acrobatic sex he’d enjoyed the pervious night, his senses were aflame with the rich sent of the woman beside him, and best of all he would be getting married to the most beautiful woman in the world that very day. Sighing happily he opened lazy eyes and gazed down the long line of the equine leg that was thrown across his hip. Lady Liberty, heroine, lover, and friend, lay sprawled out on the  king size bed, taking up more room than was physically possible from someone her size, even accounting for her newly acquired feline genes. Khal admired her long, lean, legs and her narrow hips, her brushed his fingers through the silky fall of her tail, and spared a moment to wish she’d roll over and display her full, gorgeous breasts to his hungry gaze. Smiling to himself he carefully disentangled himself for her sleeping form and headed to the bathroom for a shower. The hot water felt delicious as it poured over his skin, smoothing his fur tightly to his body. He soaped his chest, his muscular arms, admiring the way the soap turned his chocolate and cream striped pelt all white with bubbles. He was reminded sharply that his other self, his own secret identity, Wepwawet, was entirely white. Wepwawet, wandering spirit of an Egyptian god, had chosen Khal as his host, allowing the hyena to call upon and wield the power of the war god. In this guise Khal defended the helpless, avenged the wronged, and delivered justice to the wicked. A job that Khal both enjoyed and felt was worth doing. And speaking of doing…his soapy hands drifted down to his groin, coating his masculinity in thick rich lather. Despite his exhausting night of delirious sex his body roused at the achingly familiar touch. He wondered as he stroked himself, if Lady Liberty might be in the mood for an early morning pick-me-up. 

Clean and unabashedly naked Khal strode into the bedroom, his erection bobbing in time with his footfalls. On the bed Lady Liberty had rolled onto her side, her long blond hair spilling over her shoulder to partially hide her pert breasts, only the hint of a pink nipple peeked through as though teasing him, or inviting. Carefully he climbed onto the bed and rolled her fully onto her back. Asleep she was completely pliable and Khal took full advantage, arranging her limp form to suit him before he choose to wake her. He spread her thighs, pausing to admire the dewy pink rose between them, and then leaning far forward he pinned her wrists together above her head. Stretched out over her luscious body, his skin just inches above hers, he felt himself tighten and grow larger, the tip of his cock brushing the folds of her sex. He wanted to push into her inviting depths, stroke in her warm body until she screamed his name, and only when he had wrung the sweetest music from her lips would he let himself cum, flooding her with his seed and joining her in ecstasy. But Khal was no cad, he was a gentleman, and so he choose to wake her first and let her decide if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Gently he blew along her collarbone, the fine hair of her pelt ruffling under the breeze. “Open your eyes Lady Liberty.”, he whispered, “I’ve got something special here for you.”

Lady Liberty had been dreaming, deeply asleep, when suddenly she felt a line of chilly air move along her neck and the whispered words, “Open your eyes Lady Liberty, I’ve got something special here for you.” Somewhere between sleeping and waking she wasn’t sure where she was or who could be speaking. She assessed her surroundings in a heartbeat, she was naked, laying on her back on a bed, a man crouched between her thighs, she could feel his arousal, and she could feel her hands pinned above her head. She reacted without thinking, assuming it was a villain, someone out to harm her or others, and she sprang into action. With a deft flip of her legs she tumbled backwards over her own head until she was on her knees with her hands held out in front of her. She didn’t even bother to look at her attacker, simply tossing him aside with one meaty fist while she groped for her sword, her lasso, anything to defend herself with. In her hurry she never noticed her mask slip away and fall to the floor. As she grabbed for her sword, laying on a dresser not far away, there was a flash of white light so bright it made her squint in pain, and where before an amorous Khal had been sprawled now Wepwawet stood in all his glory. In one paw he held a wickedly curved sword, in the other was a ball of golden light. He did not attack thought and when Lady Liberty realized who it was she too dropped her defensive posture. She opened her mouth to speak, to make an apology for her knee-jerk reaction, but she never had the chance to say anything. 

Wepwawet’s eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped open, he mutely pointed at her face and for several long seconds he gaped like a fish, unable to make words pass his lips. Lady Liberty too stood wide eyed and dumb-founded, unable to resolve what lay before her eyes. Wepwawet finally shook his head in clear confusion and astonishment and with another blinding burst of power and light Khal stood as himself again looking just as confused as his counterpart. “G-G-Gloria?”, Khal stuttered. Gasping with sudden understanding Lady Liberty, AKA Gloria Summers, grabbed for her face, only then realizing that her mask had somehow come undone and fallen off, revealing her secret identity. “Oh my gods! My mask! Where is it? Stop looking at me! You can’t know!”, she shrilled, near to panic. Khal walked slowly over to where Gloria had fallen to her knees and was groping around under the bed. He put a gentle paw on her shoulder, startling her despite his best intentions, “Gloria. It’s okay hon, we’ve both got secrets. And we’re friends. I won’t tell anyone you’re Lady Liberty. It’ll be our secret.” Suddenly a light went on in Gloria’s head and she turned to glare at Khal with renewed intensity, “You’re Wepwawet! All this time you’ve been him and you never said anything. Why didn’t you say anything?” In spite of himself Khal began to chuckle, “Gloria, honey, if you weren’t going to tell me your secret why would I have told you mine? Secret identities are just that, secret. I couldn’t risk telling you that I moonlighted as a costumed hero, just as you couldn’t risk telling plain ol’ Khalfani that you, Lady Liberty, were also Gloria Summers.” She couldn’t fail to see his logic there. “You know,”, Khal said, smiling slyly, “I’ve always wanted to make love to my boss. All those hot photo shoots, you being so demanding, so dominant. Why, Miss Summers, I do believe I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” She laughed at the sudden relaxation of the atmosphere. With a sly grin of her own she reached over to stroke Khal’s silky erection, “What a magnificent photo opportunity Khalfani. And I can see you’re already ‘up’ for the challenge.”

The temple was such a marvel, the creamy marble pillars polished to a high gloss, the gold inlaid floor dusted with fresh lotus petals that drifted to and fro with the little breezes from the open windows. Candles as thick as her wrist were lighted on every surface casting a soft glow over the entire space and sending delicate sandalwood perfume wherever she walked. Anuket was delighted. All around her the final preparations were bring put in place, the sammite cloths on the altar, the golden cups at the end of each pew, the many attendants seeing to the sacrificial wine and the lotus petals. Everything was perfect. She did a little dance in place, spinning beneath the towering domed ceiling and making the workers smile just from seeing her rapture. She hurried back to the adornment room where her best friends were waiting to bedeck her in luscious gowns and sweet perfumes. The bridal room was serene and beautiful, her friends each dressed in the loveliest clothes, each as excited as she was. They descended on her like moths coming to the flame, chattering their happiness and wishes for her future, hugging and kissing her. “Anuket, aren’t you so excited? You’ll be Khal’s wife in just hours! He’s soo handsome.”, her friend Bekasi chortled. Anuket smiled, “Yes, he’s very handsome. And I love him very much. But all that’s not getting me ready any quicker.” They all giggled at the little tease and fluttered to work. 

Anuket sat in the chair while two girls combed her long hair and plaited it on her head in a series of symmetrical braids and golden gemmed pins. Another girl, a friend from the modeling agency, painted Anuket’s face with a tiny brush that only had a few soft bristles. Tiny black swirls were painted at the edge of each eye, her lips were given a blush worthy of the sunset, and all along her delicate bone structure a fine golden shimmer was overlaid. With her hair carefully dressed and her face painted to perfection she stood and was draped in the thinnest of mist linen wrapped around and around her in intricate folds to fall about her bare feet in drifting veils. Her perfect breasts remained bare above the gold belt, as tradition demanded, her braided hair sliding silkily around the nipples. These too were adorned, each dusky nipple painted golden and pasted around with tiny gems that caught the light and sent it winking back at the observer. Tiny bells were hung from her girdle and her ears and at her throat so that every movement was accompanied by the gentle whispering chimes. She was radiant, she was lovely, she was fit for the gods themselves. A true and obedient bride of Egypt.

Not very far away in the groom suite Khal was preparing himself as well. His father, looking very svelte and youthful, and his best friend Gio were assisting him into his own adornment. Gio’s sarcastic wit and ribald remarks might have put Khal to the blush had he not been aware that his father’s culture was much more accepting of open sexuality than the American one he was becoming accustomed to. “Oh the horror! The tragedy! To think this is the last day of my best friend’s life as a single man. And I have no useful advise to give.”, Gio moaned as he ran a hairbrush through Khal’s waist length mane. Khal laughed heartily, “You, without something to say?! I can hardly credit it.” Gio frowned and tugged a lock of creamy hair, “ Laugh if you want, my friend. But I’ll have you know all these years spend in bed with luscious women was all in preparation of your wedding day. I learned everything there was to know so that I could offer you advise on this august occasion. And you went and spoiled it. Alas, no longer is my best bud a naive virgin going unknowing to his bridal bed!” Both Khal and Balthazar broke up into fits of mirth over Gio’s overacting. Finally, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, Balthazar patted the younger man’s shoulder, “Relax, my boy, in this Khal may go first but your usefulness has not come to an end. You may yet wed and bring forth children first. Than think what a font of useful advise you will be when my  son puts his bride with child.” Gio’s eyes grew wide with panic and he backed away from Balth, arms raised in mock surrender, “Don’t curse me, man! There are too many babes for me to settle with just one. And babies?! Don’t even go there.” Khal batted his eyes at his best friend and simpered, “But dah-ling, one day some pretty pair of…eyes…may come along and sweep you off your feet and while you’re delirious with pleasure she’ll drag you off to the altar and all too soon she’ll be coming to you saying, ‘Gio, honey, isn’t it a blessing? I’m pregnant.’ Won’t that be fun?” Gio’s look of abject terror was enough to start them all laughing again. 

In time the trio got down to the business of getting Khalfani prepared. Around his hips Khal wore a draped and pleated kilt of white linen, across his muscular chest more of the same fine material draped, defining rather than hiding his broad chest. And across his upper chest a pectoral of gold and scarab blue enamel was set. He wore a golden torc with Wepwawet’s name in hieroglyphics, and on his head was a red and white striped head cloth, much like what the pharaoh’s of old wore on ceremonial days.  In his hair he sported pins and ornaments of scarab blue and molten gold as depicted in ancient scrolls and on pyramid walls. His feet were bare, as tradition demanded. It was a long held belief that when walking upon holy ground one must not wear coverings of any kind of the feet. To do so was to commit sacrilege. Baldhead wore a similar outfit to that of his son, only where Khal’s garments were pure white and red, with gold ornament, Balthazar’s clothing were deep red, brown, and copper like the brief autumn of the Nile kingdom. It was another tradition that declared that in a wedding ceremony the bride and groom represented Spring and the time of plenty, the height of fertility so that the gods would bless the young couple with all that was best. The parents of the bride and groom, having already been blessed by the gods, wore the russet and earth tones of autumn to show that they were in the rich harvest of their lives. The grandparents of the couple, traditionally wore silver and black and gray to decry that they were in the peaceful evening of their lives, the cool colors that showed they were closest to the afterlife and thus the lives of the gods. Balthazar wondered briefly how he would look in those austere colors when his own grandchildren wed.

In the cool shade of the temple the guests began to collect, arriving from every corner of the globe. The door guard, resplendent in ancient Egyptian finery, checked the invitations before allowing anyone inside. There were celebrities, city officials, heroes and models, foreign princes and princesses, the worthy poor, and many friends of the happy couple and their families. The pews filled up rapidly as outside the curious and the press crowded around for a glimpse of the ostentatious personage being ushered within. They arrived by every means, heroes and heroines dropping down from the rooftops or rappelling in from helicopters, simple friends and diplomats being dropped off curbside in cabs or rented cars. There was a huge outpouring of excitement when a familiar black and white limousine pulled up to the curb. Everyone waited with bated breath while the driver walked around to open the door for the fabulous person within it’s luxurious interior. First to appear was a shapely black furred foot in the very finest gold Prada sandals, followed by a slender ankle and a firm black and white furred leg. Everyone ooh’ed and ahh’ed as ZigZag herself stepped out, pausing expectantly for her audience to appreciate her million dollar outfit. The dress was the very briefest scrap of cloth that could be called decent, barely covering her ample breasts and rising dangerously close to the apex of her legs, hinting at the sensual delights to be found there. Gold glittered all around her, the dress itself, white and gold, her earrings and necklace, the anklet around her left leg, and her designer shoes, all golden as sunshine. A brave viewer commented offhandedly, “She looks like she’s ready to be the bride today.” Zig cast the speaker a wry glance and replied, “Honey, someone has to make a statement at these functions, of course it’s going to be me.” The viewers laughed cheerfully at her jest and watched as she sauntered within.

Also arriving were Sabrina and her menagerie. The skunkette, assistant to Zigzag, arrived in a tasteful blue jumper dress, her glasses perched precariously on her nose and looking not a touch out of place. Her raccoon boyfriend, RC, walked arm in arm with her, his navy suit complementing her dress beautifully. And right behind the happy pair was Sabrina’s roommate Amy and her husband, Thomas and their rambunctious son Timmy, who was entangled in a long ribbon attached to Sabrina’s little sister’s dress. Tabitha was supposed to be the flower girl and her dress reflected both archaic Egyptian culture and modern eclectic style. Made of white linen it fell in graceful folds to the skunkette’s knees and was pulled in tight at her waist by a silk ribbon of bright blue. Her hair was braided twice on either side of her chubby, adorable, little face and wrapped around by more blue ribbon. The effect was only marred by Timmy’s sticky little hands tangled in the ribbons at Tabitha’s waist. “Sabeena! He keeps pwaying with my ribbons and I’m getting all sticky!”, she shouted to her big sister. Amy, who was closest to the children, took pity on them and picked Timmy up so that he wouldn’t get anymore of his snack on Tabitha’s dress. “It’s ok Sabrina, I’ve got them. You go grab us a good seat.”, she called through the crowd. 

Winding her way through the crowd Sabrina and R.C. made it into the temple where ZigZag waved them over to a seat near the back. Sabrina scowled down at her boss, “God, Zig, why way back here? Even the governor is sitting closer.” She waved towards the muscular furry in question, sitting several rows closer with his wife. ZigZag shrugged, “It seems like a good spot to me. I guess I’m just anxious to see Khal, I wanted to, you know, talk to him and stuff, before the ceremony.” Sabrina shrugged and said she wanted to sit closer and ZigZag didn’t seem to mind. The pair found a few seats not far from the front and saved them until Amy and her family arrived. Timmy had to sit on the end because he wanted to see Tabitha when she went down the aisle with the flowers. Amy couldn’t help staring around her, so many prestigious people all gathered in one place just for a wedding. Granted it was the wedding of a Prince of Rhyiad, but she just couldn’t fathom it. She nudged her husband in the ribs with her elbow, trying to be as discreet as her excitement would allow, “Honey, isn’t that Prince William and Prince Harry, of England?”, she whispered, eyeing two highly bred English spaniels from across the room. Thomas glanced over, his wolfish hackles rising just a bit from the close quarters, “Yes, I think it might be. And over there, I think that’s the DragynPryncess.”, he replied, nodding in the direction of a lilac and gold dragoness with a mane of golden blond hair surmounted by a pair of feminine golden horns. Amy’s eyes went wide as she tried to take it all in. Sabrina giggled quietly and leaned over the boys’ laps to whisper to her amazed friend, “Don’t be such a bumpkin, stop staring. They’re just people like you and me. Besides, we’ll probably get to meet them at the reception. You remembered to bring your autograph book didn’t you?” Flashing a grim Sabrina pulled her own autograph book from her purse and flashed it. “It’s got Transformers on it.”, Amy whispered back, amused. Sabrina just grinned, “Of course it does.” R.C. met Thomas’ eyes and rolled them, both men understanding how silly women could be. 

When everyone was seated and the sun was at it’s zenith the ceremony began. Soft lilting music filled the air, conjuring up images of Egypt. You could nearly feel the hot dry air off the desert, hear the quiet burbling of the Nile. The music drifted through the temple, evoking a sense of wonder, a presence if you will, that the Gods themselves were listening in. When all was silent save for the gentle melody of the musicians the chief priest entered, solemn in his linen kilt and headdress, his staff of authority held before him. He tapped his staff on the ground, a tiny wisp of smoke erupting from the end as it connected with the marble, the sound was as loud as a thunderbolt in the still air. “Welcome good folk, this day we gather to celebrate the joining of two young people upon whom the Gods have found favor. As the disk of Ra, our patron and highest of the high, rises to it’s apex, so we rise in our hearts and in our spirits at the joy this day brings. Join me, friends, family, and good people, in welcoming the groom, Prince Khalfani of Rhiyad!” The applause of uproarious and amidst it all Khal entered, pacing with measured footsteps down from the door behind the altar to stand at the foot of the dais. Never hard to look at, Khal nevertheless practically glowed with barely contained happiness and not a woman in the audience could take their eyes from him. ZigZag especially was enraptured, her eyes eagerly devouring him from the tips of his  pointed ears to the soles of his paws.

While everyone was staring raptly at Khal the groomsmen arrived, each wearing little more than a red striped kilt and a gold pectoral necklace, their air bound in a severe tail at the napes of their necks. Gio preened and fawned, puffing out his bare chest and subtly flexing his muscles, but he was hopelessly outshone by Khal, who shown like the sun. Also among the groomsmen were Anuket’s little brother, who was being kept watch over by one of Khal’s friends from the modeling agency. Baraki was terribly impressed with himself, being chosen as one of his brother-in-law’s entourage. He puffed out his little chest proudly, the gold clip on nipple ring Gio had let him glinting in the light. He caught the older man’s eye and winked, Gio winked back and gave him a discreet thumbs up. When the wedding march began everyone sobered and all eyes went to the chapel doors. First through were Anuket’s attendants, each wearing a simple version of the bride’s own dress, theirs accented with less gold and made of thicker more opaque material, their breasts left bare. The trio paced down the long aisle, dipping gracefully and twirling slowly in time with the music. When the last of the three finally reached the altar, after bowing to Khalfani and presenting him with a kiss on each cheek, the doors opened again and little Tabitha entered. 

Tabitha practically glowed with excitement as she walked into the nave and began her progression down the aisle. Her dress fluttered in the breeze and as she sprinkled water lily petals on the floor they drifted lazily like snow around her feet. She smiled hugely at her friend ZigZag, though the striped woman seemed preoccupied. Tabitha looked wide eyed around her as she walked, so many people smiling at her. Suddenly she felt just a little nervous and she glanced behind her at the door, wondering if she could turn and make a break for it. But the moment passed when she reached where her friends and sister were sitting. Timmy reached out and briefly gave her a sticky hug, making everyone laugh a little at the unexpected pause Even Khal was smiling. She took a big breath, smiled at Sabrina, and kept going, scattering all her petals until at last she reached the altar where she bowed low and presented an intact lily to Khalfani with the wish for a long and happy marriage. He kissed her cheek and accepted the flower, tucking it into the waist of his kilt. 

At long last the doors opened once more and like a vision of the goddess Anuket stepped forth. No eye wandered, no mouth wasn’t slack. Her beauty was enough to make a man weep and Khal was no exception. Once Anuket stepped into the room he only had eyes for her, all else faded away and only she existed in his mind. Eyes properly cast down she moved forward down the aisle, appearing to glide so graceful was she, her breasts bouncing gently with each step. Every eye was upon her and followed her as she walked to meet her groom. When she arrived Khal took her hand in his and they gazed into each other’s faces, rich adoration and purest love surged between them, an almost palpable feeling that anyone looking could see. Together they turned to face the priest, their eyes never straying from each other. The priest smiled upon them, a faint otherworldly golden gleam visible for just a moment in his eyes, and spoke the words of marriage over them. Then they stood and made their vows to each other. 

The priest, after hearing their vows, spoke to the audience, “If any here know reason why these two should not wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” He paused for a heartbeat before raising his paws in benediction. ‘I now pronounce--” The church doors burst open and in the white sunlit doorway stood Khal’s mirror image, a tall, broad shouldered, striped hyena man wearing camouflage clothes and carrying a duffle sack. “Stop!”, he shouted, the newcomer’s voice just a trifle lower in timbre than Khal’s own. “Wait I say. This ceremony cannot go on.” He took a few huffing breaths as he came down the aisle, “What I mean to say, Reverend, is that it cannot continue…without me. Folks, for some of you I need no introduction, for everyone else…fear not. I’m not here to stop the wedding. I’m Khalfani’s twin brother Osiris. I’m afraid I got to the airport a little late but I don’t want to miss another moment of this marriage. So…congratulations brother, my how beautiful you are Anuket, Reverend please continue.” There was a collective sigh of relief as they picked up where they  had left off, Osiris sitting beside his mother and sister, oblivious of his father sitting on his mother’s other side. Balthazar’s mouth hung open as he stared at the other son he hadn’t even known he had. 

The ceremony was short, sweet, and simple, each vowing their undying love to the other and their promise in the sight of the gods and their family and friends that they would always remain faithful and true to their marriage, their children to come, and to their faith. The applause when Khal kissed his new bride was thunderous. Together, hand in hand, they descended from the altar steps to greet their families and friends. There were hearty hugs all around and kisses from every direction, shaken paws, pinched cheeks, and tears of happiness. Amidst all the celebrating only one face remained sober. ZigZag stood at the back of the room, a half smile on her face, while she rubbed her hand over her other arm nervously. When the crowd surged towards her the striped skunkette pushed close to Khalfani and whispered in his ear, “Khal, got a minute? I have something to tell you.” Laughingly Khal pulled her in close for a one armed hug, “Sure lady-o, what’s up?” She tugged away, a little irritated, “Alone Khal. It’s just between you and I.” With that she marched away, her high heels ticking loudly on the marble floor. 

It took several long moments before Khal could make his way alone to the secluded corner where ZigZag stood partially in shadow. “What’s up, Zig?” She frowned, “Khal, do you remember that film we did, the one with you and me?” Warily he nodded, “Zig, I know it was a big seller and stuff but I don’t think I can do any more. I mean I just married Anuket and I have so much to do with going home and learning all this prince stuff and…” She cut him off with a violent hand gesture, “This isn’t about work Khalfani. It’s personal.”  Khal’s eyes widened and he held up his hands entreatingly, “Now ZigZag, I just got married. I know you have strong feelings and all but…” Exasperated she growled and then announced all in one breath, “I’m pregnant, you idiot. It’s yours.”  You could have knocked the hyena over with a feather, the shock of the news was physical enough to make him rock on his heels. 

Before Khal could even think of how to respond, before he could even get his mental feet beneath him once more, Anuket sailed up beside him, grinning at everyone. “Come on you two, there’s a reception to get to. This is too perfect a day to be talking business in the corner. Let’s celebrate!” With that she dragged Khal along behind her and out the front doors. Everyone was lining the sidewalk to the waiting limo and as the happy couple made a dash for the open door they were pelted by handfuls of rice and many happy wishes. It didn’t take long to arrive at the reception since Lady Liberty’s alter ego, Gloria Summers, was hosting it at her studio. Within the hour everyone who was anyone had arrived and was parting for all they were worth (which in some cases was seriously big bucks). Anuket and Khalfani shared their first dance as man and wife, slow dancing to “I Am Free”, by Tal Bachman. When Anuket was busiest with her friends Khal hurried off to where ZigZag was sitting, “Zig, about that whole thing in the temple, you were kidding right?” She scowled and sipped her ginger ale, proof if he needed any more that she was serious because Zig was not the kind to demure from champagne if it was available. 

Before things could get out of hand between ZigZag and Khal something interesting and altogether wonderful happened. Osiris came up behind his twin and clapped his paw to Khal’s shoulder heartily, “Khalfani, you sly dog, you already have one of the world’s hottest women all to yourself. You can’t have them all, especially not when I’m much handsomer.” He grinned, flashing even white teeth, and then flexed one muscular arm in Zig’s direction. ZigZag’s eyes narrowed but when her eyes met his, golden green staring straight into deep sapphire blue, there was a spark. Interest and sexual tension like electricity sprang up between them and Khal felt himself being physically pushed away from the pair. Osiris leaned in close to Zig, his breath sweet and faintly minty against her cheek, “Pretty lady, if I were to send you flowers…No, if I were to …let…you suck my tongue, would you be grateful?” She laughed, Khal could never remember her laughing that way when they worked together, and she took his paw and let him lead her onto the dance floor. Crisis momentarily averted Khal wiped the sweat from his forehead and rejoined the party. 

Khal watched happily as his guests began to file out and head for home. With the reception finally breaking up and the moon beginning to head down in preparation for the coming dawn Khal could finally head off for his first night as Anuket’s husband and he could hardly wait. He smiled just a little to himself when he noticed ZigZag walking out arm in arm with his twin. Perhaps all would be well there and relieve him of the newly risen anxiety, but he knew better than to count his chicks before they were hatched. He took Anuket’s hand in his and smiled at his new wife, her sweet lips curling happily in return, “Come, my love, let us adjourn for the night and leave these late night revelers to their cheer.” Willingly she agreed and together they walked out into the sweetly scented night. The limousine awaited them and drove them speedily back to the hotel where the honeymoon suite had been made ready for their arrival. 

Khalfani picked Anuket up into his muscular arms and carried her across the threshold into the honeymoon suite, holding her close to his chest long enough for an extended kiss that made his body ache for hers. “Well, my bride, welcome to our temporary home away from home. Two whole days of blissful privacy as husband and wife and then off on the private jet to Riyadh to meet the extended family and have our real honeymoon. Just think… laying in the warm sands and letting the sun beat down on our naked bodies, bathing in the cool pools of a tropical oasis, sheer bliss.”, he muttered as he helped his delicious bride disrobe. Anuket smiled up at her husband, just knowing he was really her husband left her nearly breathless with delight, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss, “I’ll imagine it later. Right now all I want is to feel you taking me in every way a husband can take his wife.” Happy to oblige Khal laid her on the bed and parted the folds of her skirt before spreading her taut thighs to reveal the juicy center of her womanhood. He ran one ringer through her folds and made a show of licking the moisture off, making her moan just from watching. Then he lowered his mouth to her sex and laved his tongue along the same path his finger had just traced. Eating Anuket’s peach was sublime, the taste was rich and sweet like cinnamon and cardamom. He licked and sucked at her, dipping his tongue into the hot center of her, nipping lightly at her folds and tonguing her clit until she throbbed with orgasm under his mouth. Then, with her still deep in the throes of ecstasy he got to his knees and pressed his erection deep into her body, making her arch and cry out in pleasure. 

Passion and sex and lust and love built between Anuket and Khal as both strove towards the height of their pleasure, bodies thrusting, mouths hungrily tasting, lips meeting, flesh slapping flesh, until at last Khal surged deep within her and his orgasm shook him like a terrier as he pumped out his seed into Anuket’s womb. His climax set off her second and she rode the waves of pleasure with him until at last they were both spent. With a sigh Khal rolled off Anuket and rested his head on her breast. “I love you, wife.”, he muttered sleepily. She stroked his silky hair and replied, “I love you too. As long as we’re together all is right with the world.” He nodded, sending delicious sensations through her breast, “Forever. Always and forever.” The night was long but the dawn to come was endless, together through all time, Khalfani, Prince of Riyadh, son of Pharaohs, and Anuket, the woman who could snare the heart of even the Gods.

				The Beginning