High Priestess of Pleasure

By Chevoque

Nafrini was sold to the Royals, when her father couldn't keep up with their taxes. He always used her to clear his gambling debt, but after ten years had passed it caught up with him. She was freed from his greedy power over her life.
Nafrini was trained for a year to become a Royal Whore by Mert, 'the lover of silence'. She was to be sent to the Great Nebtawi Family, who ruled the Southern Kingdom. The Great Southern Pharaoh, Khaldun Nebtawi was to be her master if she was what he wanted. He was a kind ruler according to the Southern people of Egypt, but she feared what he would be, when the public's eyes weren't on him.
She never knew any kindness from any man, but Mert taught her that Royals were different. Nafrini held onto the small promise, that one day she might be free from the clutches of her past.
Her relationship with Khaldun grew into a forbidden love, but the monsters in her life, keeps her fighting to keep the only man that has ever showed her kindness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chevoque
• Release date: Feb 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310273315

Chevoque

Chevoque was born as Rochelle de Beer on 15 May 1992 in Klerksdorp, South Africa, and as an only child, the world seemed like a lonely place, until she set her mind free and got lost in the worlds she created for herself. Her writing began at a young age and with numerous stories still waiting to be released from her mind, only time now seems to hold her back. She also has a degree in BSc. Environmental and Biological Sciences, because she's a tree hugging animal lover, who hopes to never use her degree to cause cruelty.

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High Priestess of Pleasure

by Chevoque

ISBN: 9781310273315

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Table of Contents

CONTENT WARNING

2019 Edition Note

Hieroglyph 1

Hieroglyph 2

Hieroglyph 3

Hieroglyph 4

Hieroglyph 5

Hieroglyph 6

Ancient Egyptian Places and Words References

Acknowledgements

About the Author

CONTENT WARNING

This book contains a small measure of dark—sometimes violent—depictions of the Ancient World's slave trade and the associated sexual assault. Some events might be triggers for some readers.

This is an insta-love story.

2019 Edition Note

No story changes have been made, as this was my first book, I want it to remain as authentic as I wanted it to be back then. A few editing changes was brought up to standard. The cover has been updated and a content warning has been added.

Please enjoy!

See you on the other side!

~Chevoque

Hieroglyph 1

I felt the butterflies fluttering inside me while walking down the extensive, curving hallway of the Southern Pharaoh's palace. It was an enormous, oddly round shaped palace next to the Nile that stretched out far and wide. Gold pots alternated the side of the hallway's wall with life-size statues of late Pharaohs. They were glaring at me, judging me, as I walked to the current Pharaoh's room.

The guard outside the room was covered in skins of the predators of the region; making him intimidating. His black hair was long and his eyes dark, as if they hid a strange secret. The large wooden door he guarded displayed engravings of a great battle taking place. I neared the door and the guard pushed it open, revealing a stunning room of gold, silk and a view of the Nile in the distance.

I stepped in carefully, as if avoiding a trap. An enormous bed with gold cotton linens and scattered pillows dominated the left side of the room. White silk linens cascaded from the ceiling, almost encasing the beautiful bed, while on the right, two chairs and a small table pointed to the window. A black silk chaise, supported by ivory tusks, faced the two chairs, and the back of the chair curved out luxuriously. The room was lit by candles, scattered on numerous gold animal-shaped tables. A table on the far side of the window supported a washbasin and a pile of linens.

The Pharaoh will be here shortly, was the guard's only words, before shutting the door behind me. The look he gave me had me shivering. That man doesn't seem trustworthy, a small voice in my mind warned.

I gave an audible sigh of relief and headed for the window to catch my breath. The window began just above my hip, stretching out more than a metre up and to the sides. The view it held was a view like no other. The moon's reflection on the river was just as beautiful as the real thing. I was glad to see my old friend shining so brightly, as she gave me hope that the future might be as bright as her softly promising rays. The moon had been my companion, ever since the monster had taken away my innocence. The greenery along the river swayed, as the northern wind played through their leaves.

After a few minutes had passed, a sudden sound coming from the door pulled me back to the present. I have never seen the Pharaoh before, I only knew his name.

Khaldun Nebtawi, meaning 'immortal lord of the world'. He was said to be a kind ruler, with all in his kingdom living with more than they needed. Except for the few, like my father, who gambled and fucked it all away, then needing to wipe away his tax debt, he sold me to the Royals. I was sold a year ago to this day and in the past year, a Royal Whore of the Southern kingdom trained me in the art of sexual pleasures.

There were four kingdoms, which were divided into North, South, East and West. It was tradition that a sold girl or boy was to be trained a year ahead, before their duty began as Royal Whore. A virgin's innocence was taken beforehand, but luckily for me, I had lost mine before the training began. At the end of your training year, you were tested and only the best out of five, per kingdom, were chosen to be an infamous Royal Whore - a title, which, in turn, made you a High Priest or Priestess of Pleasure.

You are allowed to spend one evening with the Royal, so they could decide if they wanted you or not, depending on their sexual preferences. After a certain time - decided by the Royal - you may continue your duty as Royal Whore, or leave with no riches and become a common whore.

I turned around as he walked into his room with a grace that was both captivating and intimidating. I was completely taken by him. He stood as tall as the warrior statues in the hallways leading to the Royal hall and his body was muscular. His skin was the colour of the desert sand and he had eyes darker than the night itself. I was surprised that he wore no wig - as many of the Royals always did - but his hair was a glossy black, which was tied back, making my own look ashen and short in comparison. His shendyt was made of thickly woven, multilayer muslin and tinted the same shade of black as his hair. He wore a gold amulet representing a winged scarab, decorated with rubies and holding a sun-disc. Which indicated that he believed gold - the skin of the Deities - would give him strength and protection.

Welcome to Thebes, I heard you were bought not far from here. I am Khaldun Nebtawi, son of the late Pharaoh Nebi Nebtawi, he said and continued before I replied, as he probably saw my uncertainty. "I believe you knew that, now tell me your name, nanu?" His voice was stern and he clearly wanted to get to the propositioning.

I inhaled and steadied myself by leaning against the windowsill, before I answered with a shaky voice, Nafrini Azeneth, Pharaoh.

He regarded me curiously for a moment, slightly swaying as he stood, staring at me. Then he walked to the bed and sat at the foot end, showing me a seat next to him. I walked over uncertain and held my robe of scratchy wool tightly around my chest and hips.

He waited until I was seated, before he continued, Nafrini, if I am not mistaken, a year ago, you lost your father's name. You don't belong to him anymore, he almost seemed possessive, but his smile was hiding his true emotions. I had momentarily forgotten about my family name that went away with my past, which was now gone with last year's rain. Something I was extremely relieved about, since I didn't want my father's name or to belong to him.

The Pharaoh's words set me back on the path I was intending to follow, to avoid my father ever taking claim of me again. I fidgeted with my fingers, taking in his Royal scent, as I sat next to him and tried not to stare. Of course, Pharaoh, my mistake, my nerves are getting the better of me.

He gave me a sly smile and I realised my honesty might not be the best card to play with the Pharaoh, but he spoke before I could explain myself. I appreciate honest opinions, Nafrini, even the unintended ones, he said and a blush ran over my face as he stared at me from under his brow. His eyes pierced mine as he examined me. It felt like he was looking into my broken soul. Nafrini, you have a name that intends that you bring beauty, and you do. It is enough to make the Nile turn around in shame.

The Pharaoh's words made me realise I was hanging onto everything he said, like a drug. I hoped he would be kind; he wasn't like any other man I had ever met. He truly looked like a God, but this was a proposition. I needed to impress him, so I might be chosen and if he did, I intended to stay. If I was going to continue being a whore, I'd rather belong to the southern Pharaoh, than be thrown around by common men.

To move on as quickly as possible, I let my robe fall to my waist and breathed in deeply. In anticipation, I awaited his next move. His eyes rolled over my shoulders, then my breasts, and finally, reached my hips, which were still slightly covered. I could've sworn his breath drew ragged as I felt the cold breeze from outside caress the exposed area between my legs. His dilated eyes moved back to my face, before it reached my mound.

I decided that I wanted you to keep me company, when I saw you standing at the window when I entered. You have been the first person who has ever entered my room, to look out of that window. But...now there is no question that I'll definitely keep you. His smile was one I was familiar with; it showed prominent arousal and a tinge of impatient need.

Relief fell over me, like a heat wave that finally passes, after lingering too long, as I realised he wanted me to stay. I wanted to jump up and thank him, for taking claim of me. I knew it meant that no one else could, but the fact that I was still just a whore, made my excitement fade to nothingness.

Thank you, Pharaoh, I humbly accept, the words still came out too eager. The Pharaoh's sentence repeated in my mind, but the relief that it was the real thing, made me want to hear it a million times over, just to make sure I wasn't being hopeful. He took my hand into his and kissed it with his eyes not leaving mine. Analysing me with raw emotion, I began to feel uncomfortable. His eyes showed a hunger that was long overdue and I had a feeling he would want to satisfy it soon, so I waited for him to take me.

He placed my hand back onto my lap and said, Enjoy the rest of your evening, Nafrini. I stared at him, searching for something more than just the hunger in his eyes. The way he said my name, the way he touched me and just simply looked at me, pulled at something deep inside my body.

I tried touching his upper thigh - to do my duty - but he just shook his head with a smile. I yanked away my hand, not wanting to step over any lines. Looking into his eyes once more, I searched for what it was that made me so at ease around him. It was something more than just his expression of delight. There was something in his eyes, gestures or even just his graceful movements that made me unstable.

I assumed it was time for me to leave, so I pulled my robe back onto my shoulders and stood. I awkwardly bowed and saw a soft grin cross his lips, due to my gesture. I walked the stretch to the door and saw almost the same depiction of a battle, on the inside of the room. The only difference seemed to be that this was an aftermath.

A Pharaoh had fallen. The army scattered and bodies pooled blood. A pillaged village sat at the bottom, engulfed by flames. It was the rebellion from a few years ago, the one that caused the depression to take a turn.

I reached the door, turned to face the Pharaoh one last time, and asked with courage that had no true origin a daring question I knew would be out of place, How many lovers do you have, Pharaoh?

Including you, three...while you are still here. Now, goodnight. He said as if a command, while noises came from outside the door.

I wondered for a moment, who the other two whores were as I pulled on the heavy door. A woman, with light brown hair and fierce eyes came from outside, pushing past me, as I stepped out. She must be one, I took a quick look back into the room after hearing her say that I looked dull. She mounted the Pharaoh the way one would a horse, while he was still sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes shot my way, as I lingered, staring back at them.

Our eyes locked for a heartbeat, before I scurried away in shame. When the door was shut behind me, the guard directed me toward my appointed room.

In my room, I threw my robe to the ground, fell onto the cotton linens of the bed and I was overcome by the extreme relief of the Pharaoh's acceptance. As it settled into my tense body, I closed my eyes. He had invited me to be his lover, for either the rest of the time he wanted me or