Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Horse ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

 

"Dark Horse"
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Hentai, drama, romance.
Anime: Yuugiou (or Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Written and edited by: JoeysGal (or Phantom_Panther on aff.net… when it's up…)
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.

 

 

JoeysGal: Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up, but I haven't been focusing much on this story at the moment. I'm working more so on my other fic “Follow the Dragon” - which you should check out if you like Shounen-ai and travel!! ^_^ (you'll know what I mean by that when you read it xD nyahahahaha!!)

Chapter Five

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During the light hours of the gloomy day, Kisara and Isis sat silently brooding over their thoughts while stringing animal teeth onto linen threads to make necklaces, earrings and bracelets. It was a simple enough task that Isis could show Kisara to keep her busy, and the outcome wasn't so bad, either. The previously yellowish-tinted canine teeth of cheetahs, hyenas and jackals had been bleached to almost pure white, and looked good on the threaded necklace that Kisara had made against her peach complexion. Isis had enough jewellery to worry about, but figured she would probably be selling it in due course anyway. Probably best not to carry too heavy a load with her, anyway.

 

The two young women lay down on their stomachs on Isis's bed with their finished products sprawled out in front of them. Isis could see how Kisara was admiring her new necklace. She guessed that she had never had the opportunity to do such a thing, or have the freedom to do so. In fact, now that she thought of it, it was rare for Isis to have the freedom to just sit back and waste the day away by relaxing and making jewellery with one of the people that she cared about most. The life of being a priestess was usually fairly demanding, to put it lightly.

 

Isis remembered - quite clearly in fact - at her ceremony celebrating her coming into priesthood, when Priest Akunadin was preaching to the apprentices and asking of them to sacrifice everything they had to the Gods and to their country. Every day she had vowed to serve the Gods, make offerings, and to celebrate their unwavering generosity, compassion and protection. Her whole life revolved around serving them, and aiding the council and the Pharaoh for the well-being of their country.

 

That's all she ever wanted.

 

Ever since she was young, she had never quite been satisfied with the life she was living. Is this all there is to life? She constantly wondered. Will I be harvesting fruit and vegetables, enduring myself in hard physical labour, just for the will to survive? Isis always contemplated her life in her younger years. Will I ever find my own family? Purchase my own land? Have my own house? What about Malik? What of Rishid? Will they stay with me, or will they move on to start families of their own? Oh, I don't want to be alone! O mighty Gods, please guide me…

 

Paranoia seemed to have finally won her over not long after her sixteenth birth year. Losing her faith in whether Malik would ever return to her, she decided she wanted to devote her life entirely to the Gods. Only then would she be satisfied, in the guidance of their ultimate perfection. Malik had surrendered his life to the streets, so she knew there was only one way to live. Enduring the years of training didn't discourage her thoughts even once. She knew what she wanted; she wanted a life of utmost purity, but she knew that the longing ache to have her baby brother back in her arms would never cease.

 

Suddenly, Isis was even more determined to leave than she ever had been. Before Kisara had come to the palace, Isis only thought about Malik on the odd occasion. It had been so long since she had seen him that the heartache had almost faded into nonexistence. She had become numb to the core, playing the role of the life that she knew would forever lack anything of personal importance to her: a family and a lover to call her own. Now, it seemed, she could not dismiss him from her thoughts.

 

“Kisara?” Isis started, turning her head to the girl resting beside her.

 

“Yes?”

 

Isis sighed somewhat. “I… I want to leave as soon as possible. I can not wait for the wet season to come to an end. I just want to leave… with you. I love you, Kisara.”

 

Kisara smiled at the mentioning of the word `love', now that she understood what it meant. “And I love you also, Isis. I want so bad not to sleep in Seth's bed. I want to sleep with you and be close to you, always.”

 

Isis sat up and kicked her legs over the edge of her bed, leaning on her arms, shoulders hunched. She let out a small, muted sigh, and started to remove her headdress. It wasn't always necessary to wear such heavy attire when she wasn't on duty, and it was becoming later into the day anyway. The sun had run its course and was setting over the dunes in the west, not that it could really be sighted anyway due to the substantial murky rain clouds and heavy downpour. Isis turned back around to reach for the animal teeth bracelets she had made and was abruptly halted by Kisara sitting almost directly behind her.

 

All thoughts of stress and anxiety dissolved almost immediately as the pale-haired woman reached for her and enveloped her into a steamy, passion-filled kiss. Isis took full advantage of the situation and cupped Kisara's full womanly breasts in both hands, rubbing and massaging them, and relishing in her sweet taste. Tingles of ecstasy ravished her senses as Isis drowned into a euphoric world she thought never existed. Kisara teased the young woman devilishly, knowing what a new experience it was to her.

 

The pale-haired girl gently pushed Isis onto her back and straddled her hips, assaulting her throat with fervent kisses. Isis' hands roamed the smooth pale skin of the girl mounted upon her, and felt her pull back from her neck. She looked up at Kisara who was now gazing down at her with half-lidded sapphire eyes, clouded over with sultry lust. The young Egyptian woman's body quaked with nervous sexual stimulation, feelings rousing from deep within her that she never knew existed. To her it was like Kisara had awoken a whole new side to Isis that had been buried in sorrow long, long ago. The joy that Isis had known as a child had faded after her mother died, and she led nothing but a life of solitude afterward.

 

“I love you always, Isis. I want to make you a woman.” Kisara said, pulling Isis from her distracting train of thought.

 

“What do you mean `make me a woman'? I am a woman, Kisara.” Isis replied naively.

 

“Isis… Have you ever shared pleasures with a man, let alone a woman?”

 

This question caused the young woman to blush profusely. For someone who couldn't speak Egyptian entirely fluently, Kisara was very, very smart. “No, you are right, Kisara. I have not.”

 

“So, allow me to. I promise you will not be…dis…disapp…disappointed.”

 

Isis had to chuckle at Kisara's verbal struggle. “Okay, then, Kisara. Show me how much you love me…”

 

Kisara did not need to be told a second time to fulfill her duty. It had been too long since she had engaged in sexual pleasure with a woman; namely, Yolanda. Making love with Seth was purely not the same. She had not been that way for years, and not knowing the foreign language, she could not tell him to leave her alone. Now here she was, with her new woman, in this strange, sweltering hot land, about to make passionate love under a rainy desert evening sky. She could not have imagined to be in a stranger place or situation.

 

Slowly and delicately, with subtle, shivery movements, Kisara undid the belt clinched around Isis' linen tunic and started to peel back the layers, kissing and nipping at every inch of bare skin revealed. Isis mewled and gasped during the undressing, eyes rolling in elation as she finally lay gloriously nude in front of the foreign white woman. Kisara liked what she saw - mocha coloured skin, flawless in its wake, flowing around the womanly body, rich with femininity and curves. Hair as dark as night billowed around the defined features of Isis' face; the deep blue, almond-shaped lakes, lean cheekbones and full, curvy lips, slightly parted.

 

Isis reached up and took Kisara's hands in hers, pressing them to her breasts, slowly starting to massage them. Kisara took her cue and lowered her head to take a chocolate coloured nipple into her mouth, licking and suckling, sending acute sensations through the receiving woman's system. Isis had never known such pleasure. The sort of pleasure she took was in making jokes with the priests, or watching the children play together in the river, or watching Isetnofret dance and sing, or seeing Mana show her a new magic trick that Mahado had taught her. Not this kind of pleasure, though. The throbbing and intensified heat between her thighs was about to tip her over the edge.

 

“Kisara… please…” she begged in a hoarse whisper. “I need you… Need to feel you…”

 

Kisara nodded, and settled between the woman's thighs. She lightly kissed each breast until the nipple came to a hard, erect peak, and started a trail of kisses down the slightly rounded stomach of Isis' female wealth. She brushed the moist wetness of the priestess's sex with fine strokes, causing a spasm of pleasured tremors to erupt. She was pleased to see that Isis's pubic area was completely waxed - yet another ritual in which Egyptian noblewomen were expected to apply to themselves. No bodily hair was acceptable.

 

Gently and easily, Kisara slipped her middle finger inside Isis' eager entrance and pushed her own naked body up further to kiss Isis, who was moaning wildly in sheer delight. Their moans became muffled as they shared another of their many zealous kisses. They explored each other's bodies with unbridled curiosity and longing, knowing that they had both wanted this moment since the day they had laid eyes on each other.

 

Kisara, experienced as she was, shuffled down and kissed the inside of Isis' thighs while still massaging her inner walls with her fingers, and finally found her swollen, pulsating target with her tongue. By the sounds of ecstatic pleasure escaping Isis' dry throat, Kisara could tell she had hit the right spot. All these new, exotic sensations coursing through Isis' body made her wonder why she had waited this long. These intense pleasures that were filling her with utmost delight were making her lightheaded, and a building pressure inside her felt like a ticking time bomb.

 

Kisara smiled, feeling smug with herself, and spread Isis' legs further apart and closed her eyes, letting her tongue slide into the wet slit, indulging in the salty, womanly taste of the exotic woman. Isis' thighs trembled and she moaned loudly, struggling to keep herself under control, knowing in the back of her mind that there could be anyone around any corner ready to jump out and catch them red-handed.

 

Deciding that her own needs had to be relieved, Kisara got up and mounted Isis' face back-to-front, exposing her full naked glory to Isis' face. Isis stared aghast at the abrupt administration, momentarily forgetting what Kisara was working on with her tongue. Never before had she seen another woman's personal anatomy up so close. She had seen and helped women give birth before, but nothing in the likes of this. It suddenly occurred to her that this is what she wanted - Kisara was merely hinting that she wanted the same in return.

 

Slowly, Isis closed her eyes and honed in on the moist, pulsating slit in front of her, licking and teasing with swift movements of the tongue, getting used to this new action. At first sign of contact, Kisara let out a loud, deep groan, and Isis felt almost automated sensations course through her body, knowing she had been the one causing the effect. She let out a moan of her own accord and started to maneuver her tongue faster, and reached her hand up to rub the throbbing nodule, causing Kisara to scream in delight.

 

Both young women were now mewling and moaning and whimpering in pleasure, muffled gasps escaping their throats when they took breathers every so often, then quickly went back to eating each other out. Kisara, feeling her orgasm nearing, was determined to make Isis orgasm first. She pried the tanned thighs apart further and drilled two fingers inside the virgin woman's deep, moist well, licking and sucking and stimulating.

 

Isis couldn't handle it any longer. Feeling the fingers invading her was a sensation that she knew she could never get enough of, and the building pressure was reaching higher and higher toward its peak. Suddenly, rolling her eyes to the back of her head and feeling so high on pleasure she thought it could only be a dream, she was there. Her muscles contracted and an explosion of ecstasy erupted within her, making her whole world quake for the first few moments. She suddenly realized that she had to complete her task, pulled Kisara's rear down further so access was easier, and thrust her tongue inside the moist cavern, stimulating every nerve and quickly replacing her tongue with two fingers.

 

Kisara, moaning and gasping as she was, started riding to the rhythm of Isis' fingers and tongue, pushing back against the digits entered inside her, wanting, needing more. Faster and faster she went, until finally, she reached her peak, and couldn't contain it any longer. A burst of clear fluid escaped her automatically pulsating vagina, and she cried out words in her own language that Isis couldn't understand, but still eagerly lapped up her pale-haired lover's essence.

 

The two youthful women lay together on the bed with Isis' Black Panther skin pulled over their naked forms. Thunder still clapped every so often outside and lightening constantly lit the room. They had been accustomed to the ongoing storm for some time, and didn't notice it any longer. They did, however, notice the chill that had overcome the land, and realised that it was almost completely dark. The exotic girls lay curled up together, Isis's hand gently holding and stroking Kisara's exposed breast, and Kisara's leg draped over the dark-skinned woman's body. At this moment, Isis couldn't have had a care in the world.

 

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