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Neffie eagerly gave him a kiss, throwing her arms around him as she did. "That could be fun but in public?" she asked. She had just started in the world of sex so to thrust her out into open like that was a bit of shock to her. Still she smiled and agreed to his plan, placing his arm around her waist and looking back at Rehu as if to taunt him. He was't even her blood uncle. Her grandfather adopted him as his son when it seemed her grandmother would be in capable of giving him one.

Rehu was born from military and servant stock. It was Neffie's grandfather's kind heart that rose him to rank that he was now. He was destined to become king until the miracle birth of her father took the thrown from his grasps. Though the pharoh never treated him any different than Neffie's father, he knew that blood ruled over his claim to the thrown and he never got over that fact. And now, he was third in line with the young princess destined to take the crown upon her father's soon demise from illness.

His blood boiled at the thought of the ruling power going to a girl and even more so when he thought of it going to a Roman!

"Kyra!" Rehu called turning his back with a scowl after seeing Titus fondle Neffie and then leave. He would put his plan into motion to test the servant girls loyalty to him and to Egypt.

"Yes sire?" Kyra answered stepping into his chambers. "There is something I would like you to do for me my dear girl" He spoke as if he was a kindhearted soul. She nodded her head yes and he continued. "As you know my brother is very ill and will soon pass. Hence the rush to find his daughter a suitable mate yes?"

She acknoweledged his words before letting him continue to speak. "Well since his arrival in Rome months ago I have been receiving letters of his progress in finding her a mate. I have just received one today announcing that he has found one and he should be arriving in three months time" . All of which was a lie of course but he wanted to see if the information would leak back to Titus and Neffie.

"It would seem that we have been fooled by this man! But our princess has lost her virtue to him already. We can't let the word out to until I find a way to handle this. I may not have to counter against him at all. It seems fate has done the work for me" Rehu said and than making sure he had Kyra's word to not say anything he dismissed her.
 
The driver flicked the reins as Titus and Neffie settled into place. Titus used the strap to tie her in place to prevent an accidental bump from throwing her off the chariot. He whispered, "Maybe I should tie you to the bed tonight. "

They traveled into the heart of town, toward the market area. Titus squeezed her ass on occasion, while asking questions about the structures they passed and life in general for the people they saw.

They dismounted at the market and walked around with a limited guard presence.
 
After leaving Rehu Kyra didn't know what to do. She wanted to tell Neffie that Titus may be just a con artist but at the same time Rehu had made her promise not to tell anyone and that the issue would resolve itself. He didn't seem to care about the princess marrying Titus which made Kyra have seconds thoughts as well wanting to know if Titus really was who he said he was.

Neffie for her part was enjoying this close view of the people. Never did her father ever let her leave her escort and simple stroll through the market place. She swirled her fingers around the a merchant's decorative scarfs and then looked back to Titus. She smiled and pulled out a small satchel from her cape. "I'll take four of these longer ones" she said with a smile and handing the man three gold coins.

The merchant thanked her and wanted to give her back two of the coins insisting Neffie had paid too much but she refused to take them. Walking over to Titus she pulled one of the long scarfs around his neck ushering him in for a passionate kiss."I think these should do for later. What say you my king?" she asked flirtatiously and flashing the beautiful scarfs before him.

"Four should be enough to bind someone don't you think?"
 
Titus laughed, "Four should do nicely." He turned his head up in thought a moment, then said, "Maybe two more, and I will show you what they will be for when I use those."

He waited as Neffie turned to the proprietor and purchased two more. It seemed there was a disagreement as to the price, Neffie trying to give the man more money, and he in turn not taking it. Eventually she made it back to him with the additional scarves.

They continued their stroll through the market and Titus decided he probably should learn the language. Too few people spoke Latin, and it was too easy for them to hide behind it in front of him. Secrets were all well and good, but Titus was at a disadvantage with the language barrier.

"Want to work with me on a secret, Neffie?" He asked.

Her quizzical look was enough of a start. "I wish to learn your language, but in secret. I don't want your uncle or anyone else to know."
 
"I think I can help you with that" Neffie said her face still locked in a quizzical look but she knew better than to ask why by now. "Now, as for the two extra scarfs?" Neffie mused giving him a slight poke in the side. She looked back over her shoulder as if she saw someone but then shrugged it off as being just one of the guard detail. If she had looked just a bit closer she would have noticed that it was Kyra following them.

She still hadn't made up her mind on whether or not to tell Neffie of Rehu's news. For now she would just follow them to make sure there was nothing suspicious going on. The young servant girl has fallen for Rehu's ploy casting him as just a caring uncle but no he wasn't. There was something way darker lurking there.
 
They tooled around the market another hour or so, going from stall to stall. He had spotted Kyra a while ago and decided not to point her out to Neffie, there was something amiss about the slave girl. All the while he was asking Neffie what the Coptic word for various items were quietly, so that none could hear them as they talked.

They headed back to the palace they were arm in arm the entire ride, laughing. Titus was more than half tempted to finger Neffie as they went, ultimately deciding against it for now. One day he would, but after the wedding.

When they arrived, he ordered dinner for them to be made and served in his chambers. Snatching her up, Titus carried her to his chambers and set her on the floor. "Strip," he ordered.
 
Neffie flashed a precarious grin and then obliged his request. She stood and took her time removing every piece of her clothing, folding them and setting them down with care. Then she retook her place on the floor, this time it was a more respectful pose. Her head was bowed to him as she sat there stroking the soft, tan skin of her legs.

"And Now?" she asked as nervous as she had been on the day of their first meeting. Neffie had to hold back from touching him. She had been lusting after him the entire ride home. Now it was just the two of them in a room alone. Neffie bit down on her bottom lip as her eyes drank him in.
 
Titus watched the slow strip tease and his cock slowly stiffened as pressed the toga toga out creating a pyramid over his loins. He looked her over, nipples hard, face flushed, her lower lips slightly opened in her excitement.

His voice was thick as he said, "Now, crawl over here and without using your hands, I want you to suck my cock until I flood your stomach with my seed."
 
The naughty grin that she was sure he had known well by now danced on her lips as well as the thought of pleasuring him with her mouth. Both gave her immense joy. Neffie was his and she carried the job as well as the naughty erotic perks of it proudly.

With a nod she began to crawl over to him, her movements slow and teasing. Her rear end perched in the air as she gave her back a soft arch. The look in her eyes no more human than the look in a tiger's eyes when it's found its prey. When she found herself on her knees in front of him Neffie looked to his eyes for a moment.

Her hands gently stroked along the firm strengths of his legs. She strummed her fingers slowly up and down along them as if to tease him until her grasps found the back of his thighs. Neffie held them as tight as her tiny hands could make possible. She threw up his toga and tucked it into the tie of his belt while her lips teased the inside of his thighs. Small kisses were planted on his skin as well as licks from her soft tongue.

When it came time to take his cock into her mouth she did as told and didn't use her hands. They gripped the back of his thighs and slowly made their way higher and higher until her touch was on his firm ass. One cheek rested in each of her hands as her mouth swallowed the first few inches of him. She cupped her lips around it wanting to suck him but she held off on that for now. Neffies' hands on his rear also served another purpose besides delighting her touch with the feel of him. They were there to help guide his considerably large manhood into her wanting mouth.

She let her hands play with the soft flesh gripping, teasing and spreading it for her own manipulative purposes. He felt so good to her and when she couldn't hold back the urge to have him vigorously stroking in and out of her mouth she started to guide him forward. Her hands held on tightly to his firm toned rear forcing his hips toward her face and his cock towards the back of her throat.
 
The little vixen that was between his legs truly was a gift from Venus. Her lips played along the length of his shaft, leaving pock marks of hot wet liquid much like the hot water baths in Bavaria. Titus groaned his pleasure, his body quaking with each little movement she made.

He reached down and lift Neffie up. Holding above his lap he let her align his cock with her hole, then he let go, allowing gravity to pull her down on his meat with one sharp thrust, spraying her juices along both of their thighs. "Ride me," he hotly whispered in her ear as his hands clasped her ass cheeks.
 
She managed to get a firmer grasp of him, pulling herself tightly to his chest with by draping her arms over his shoulders. Slowly she began to use her weight to help elevate her off his hardened member. Each time she focused her weight on his shoulders it was as if gravity doubled that to impale her sharply onto his thick girth. Neffie's thighs tensed as they melded into one with his grasps on them. She softly nibbled into the firm texture of his chest in a way helping to ease her howls of joy.

There were no words for her and the room had been with none other than the sounds of her passionate love making to Titus. Neffie through her head back keeping herself balanced with her hold on his shoulders. Her hips bounded to his as she ground herself more than sensitive walls around his masculine one sheathing his cock. She hugged him closely to her, pressing her firm young nipples into him. The fuse on her body's orgasmic explosion was slowly burning down.

Resting her ass in his hands she held herself there pinned against him. His balls hugging the soft curved crease separating her two openings. Neffie could feel his fingers embarrassing along that tender place and like a fountain she flowed for him. Her juices leaving a shiny stream down the parted area until it smeared itself across part of her ass. A very big mess indeed!
 
Her juices sprayed all over her ass and his legs. He didn't want to think about the chair below them, and at the moment he didn't care. What he needed was to fill her cunt with his sperm.

He lifted her up and carried her to the table. With one hand he swept everything off the table and placed her back on it. He raised her legs until her ankles were over his shoulders. His cock slid in and out of her easily.

His eyes pierced hers, as he slowly plowed her pussy.
 
Her lustful sounds matched his movements perfectly as he drew more and more of them out of her. This slower pace entirely different than the one she had taken earlier. The way Titus had been teasing her body with his cock was almost torture to her. She couldn't wait to have him fill her with his seed or hear the pleasure she caused him when he'd growled. She lifted herself as high as she could, clawing at his chest softly and wanting his lips pressed to hers.

His grip firm on her thighs holding her legs pinned on his shoulders, caused her to moan his name, almost begging him to plunge himself deeper and harder into her. Lost in the haze of lust she hadn't noticed the tall shadowing figure that had been gawking at them for the last few moments.

Rehu was on his way to find out if his Kyra had passed his little test and held her tongue of Titus' accused imposture identity. He was at a loss of words when he walked into the receiving hall and heard the sounds of Neffie being taken. He coyly peeked around the corner getting small glimpses of the lover's in action. Oddly enough he hadn't known why he chose to stay and watch or why hearing her moans of joy turned him on so.

Rehu stood there peeking as Titus had her on the table. His adoptive niece's perky young breast swaying with each plunge he took into her. Rehu had never saw her in this light before. She had always been the spoiled, brat causing mischieve around the palace. Now Neffie had become a woman right before his eyes, loving the way a man's cock felt inside of her, begging to have more of it. That old familiar feeling of rivalry with Titus still lingered in the background though. "I could do better, my little flower" he whispered as he continued to watch them make love, his cock growing harder and harder as the seconds went on.
 
Titus continues sliding his cock into Neffie at a steady pace. It was neither hurried nor languid, but one that Titus believed he might be able to maintain for as long as he cared to keep at it. The way her dulcet moans filled the chambers, he thought he may well keep at it for hours to come.

He paised long enough to flip her over on the table. Her ass pointed at him, her legs spread wide, giving him wide open access to her. His thumbs hooked her ass cheeks and pulled her wide open. The tips of his thumbs massaged her bumhole pressing, pulling, massaging, and teasing it. "Before the night is over, I am going to fill your ass again, Neffie," he moaned out in time with his hips firing back and forth.

His balls slapped against her clit and occasionally against the table. Titus began lifting up onto the balls of his feet as he stroked forward, changing the angle with each thrust, searching for depths unexplored.
 
Her scream was nearly one of a person in pain as he pressed his finger against her puckered ring but she was far from being in pain. He was stroking her so well that every time he entered her it made her want to spill her lust for him. "My body is yours to do wish as you please!" she purred holding the edge of the table for dear life as he changed the angle in which he entered her.

It was as if he had taken her body for the first time. She trembled lightly feeling all the new sensations he caused when he managed to maneuver himself into a new place deep inside of her and like a river she flowed constantly staying wet for him, her lover, her protector, her giver of pleasures unknown. Neffie could help but whisper his name with each orgasm he pulled from her body and she knew there would only be more to come.

Rehu had grown frustrated by the time Titus had flipped her over and stalked his way back to his own chambers turned on and seeking a release of his own. It was then he called Kyra, his sexual plaything at the moment to come and ease some of his tension. Kyra hadn't known just what had gotten the man so enthralled in lust but it wasn't her place to ask. She was just there to serve.
 
Titus dribbled saliva along her ass crack, watching as the spit collected at her bum hole. Wetting his thumb with the spittle he pressed the thumb into her ass as he continued plowing her pussy with his cock.

He began an interesting rhythm. He would press his cock in while pulling his thumb out, and then press his thumb in while withdrawing his cock. Seldom were both inside her, but when they were, her dulcet moans heightened and threatened to rattle the roof off the palace.

He felt her anus loosen with each stroke of cock and thumb. Eventually he pulled his cock from her pussy and pressed the massive head against her puckered opening. Slowly he pressed his hips forward until the head slipped inside her sphincter. He felt her shudder a moment and he held still until she fully adjusted. Then, bit by bit, he fed his cock to her increasingly hungry ass.

Once he bottomed out in her ass, Titus gripped her hips and he began stroking into her fully and firmly. His balls slapped gently against her vaginal opening and clit, her juiced spraying out and coating him.

Almost immediately he felt his orgasm build and in mere moments, he roared, as his cock unloaded itself up into her bowels.
 
A huge sigh of relief escaped her as he begin to fill her body. "I don't know if I could have kept cumming for you" she playfully spoke pushing her ass back against him. "Any more orgasms and I might have fainted" Neffie spoke slowly twirling her hips and working him deeper inside of her.

Now she was ready to grab a bite to eat or take a nice luxurious bath and relax. For being a spoiled princess she actually was very easy to please once you got to know her.

Soon as she detached herself from him she through on her robe, looking to Titus. "I don't know what to do about my uncle. He doesn't seem all that malicious to me. A little off putting yes but not that evil." Neffie spoke looking out into a courtyard of the palace of the balcony.

Then she turned to watch his naked form moving about the room. She admired it for a few moments and then asked "So you never told me what the two extra scarfs are for?"
 
Titus looked at her, "You are right, I haven't."

He turned to the tray of food and ate a little, refueling his body, and his cock. Venus clearly blessed Neffie with a sex drive that would kill him eventually. As he glanced at her and frowned at the clothing, he thought to himself, "No better way to die than fucking her."

"Why are you clothed," he asked. "There is no reason to dress at this hour, and anyone that comes in can damn well look upon you and marvel."
 
She laughed hearing that and then strolled over taking a bite of food herself. "How generous of you to share my beauty with whom ever cared to look." she purred dropping the robe at her feet and moved to stand just inches from him. Neffie languidly played with her body in front of him before giving him a small peck on the lips. "I never thought you one to share Titus. What other mysteries are you hiding behind that fierce bravado huh?"she asked throwing her arms around him and nuzzling her against his.

"ah hem!" a male voice said snapping her from Titus and taking her attention. "I'm afraid you're needed in the council hall Sir. Their is talk of a revolution by a faction of peasants who wish to not see a Roman on the throne " the young roman guard spoke bringing a frown to Neffie's face.

"Also your highness, your presence is required by your uncle. He wishes to speak with you about your up coming nuptials." he added causing her face to loose all color. She had thought little of the actual event. There were tons of plans to be made as well. All of it to stressful for her to want to think about right now but she nodded her head yes and began to get dressed.
 
Titus had a sour look on his face as the guard relayed his messages. He thought a moment as to what the import of each was, and the timing. Was the uncle behind the revolt? What was he planning for Neffie.

What ever the answers, Titus decided it could not be coincidental or good. "Fine, bring the leader of the revolt in, let's see what this is about."

He turned to Neffie, "What do you think your uncle is up too?"

As she replied Titus pulled his toga on, not bother to style his hair beyond what the round of sex had done to it.
 
"Planning this wedding can't be all my uncle's doing! Between the two of you, I have no real purpose here do I?" she mused giving Titus a playful smack to the rear before heading toward the door. Neffie looked eyes with a hansom but rather battle worn man as she passed through. He was the leader of the rebellion and bowed his head in respect to her as she made her way down the hall.

Neffie blushed but smiled at him and then continued her trek to see her uncle. As soon as she stepped into his chambers she saw Kyra disheveled and hurrying to leave. Rehu casually covered himself below the waist and ushered for Neffie come join him at a sitting area.

She laughed at Kyra's embarrassment and went to sit next to him. "You called?" she asked not really wishing to see Rehu that way but for some reason unable to take her eyes off him. He was much older than Titus at age 45 but had a fit body from battle training maintaining Egypt's borders. Rehu handled battle strategy and commanded the nation's military as Neffie's dad handled the political side which required more finesse.

"It's about your wedding dear. We still have to set a date as well as a location" Rehu took a sip of wine and then took her hand his as if he were just a loving uncle. If Neffie had been more experienced she would have known better. Snapping out of the haze of watching his glistening body and masculine smell of a guy who just got done having sex was enticing.

"Well I really haven't given that much thought to it. I just assumed that was something you men would work out." She blushed taking her hand away gently.

Rehu smirked seeing how nervous he made the young woman and brushing her hair away from her face with hand spoke. "It's no secret to me child, that you've lost your innocence." he said causing her to blush even more. "It IS a secret to me on how you feel about this.". As he spoke she was taken off guard by it and not to sure what he meant by that.

Rehu gauged her reaction and then continued pushing forward and asked "Are you sure you please him? Is he pleasurable to you as well? I know this new sexual side of life must be overwhelming for you. Just know that I'm here to answer any question that you may have".

Embarrassed she smiled not giving him an answer but asking to be excused. Rehu reminded her that he was there to help before dismissing her. His new battle strategy was in play from that moment on.
 
Titus stood and warmly greeted the elderly man that was brought in. "I am happy to make your acquaintance. As you already know I am Titus, what is your name?"

The man shuffled on his feet from left to right and back. His eyes glanced around furtively as if he were expecting someone to run a sword through him at any moment. "My name is Ma'd Hani Mustafa. My people are nomadic tribesmen and we do not wish to see a foreigner be called pharaoh."

Titus nodded his head, "I certainly understand that Ma'd." Titus fumbled with the name, not certain that he got the stress correct. "I do not necessarily wish to be called pharaoh, but, I have obligations to my country, and to yours."

He motioned to a chaise, indicating Ma'd could sit. Two glasses of wine were poured, and Titus sipped from both glasses, before hand one to Ma'd. "No harm will befall you at my hands. Before we proceed, are there others you wish to come witness this conversation?"

Ma'd paused a moment at that, and reflected a moment before shaking his head, "I would not risk any of my kinsman on our first meeting."

"Okay." Titus sat with elbows on knees. "Tell me what are you specific concerns. Maybe I can help sooth your fears."

"We do not wish to see a foreigner on the throne here, or to have more influence than another Egyptian."

"Yes, but that day is coming whether you will it or not. I am here to try and prevent a hostilities between our great countries. Your land is much older than mine, and once more powerful than mine is now."

Sweeping his hands across the palace, "And once more wealthy than Rome."

He leaned forward, his voice low but powerful, "Those days are behind us. Rome is the might of the sea, and the lands. We are a younger, more vibrant, civilization. With our help Egypt can attain what it once was, and for a thousand thousand years be the jewel of the East."

The elder man simply said, "I don't believe you."

Titus was taken aback, "What is there not to believe? Have my men harmed anyone?"

Ma'd spat, "You killed Amon."

Titus nodded, "Yes. After he poisoned your Princess. Had he not harmed her, he would be alive still."

Titus could see the shock in the older man's eyes. "Tell you what Ma'd, go talk to those who witnessed the execution, and ask them if I profited from killing Amon. I took not one thing from him for myself."

The older man looked shocked, as if he was hearing something again, but substantially different. "I will do as you say, and will return tomorrow."

Titus stood in respect, "Please do. Most of the elders were there, talk to them all, and see if I speak the truth. I am not here to take from Egypt, but to give everything, including my life in need be, to Egypt."
 
M'ad barely understood Titus' devotion to Egypt but decided to trust him. From what he had been told the demise of Amon played out differently. There was no doubt that the leader of the rebellion would be investigating now. Also M'ad was able to surmise that the future leader hadn't known all involved in the rebellion against Rome. The guards escorted the man out again causing Neffie to pass him in the hall.

This time her mind was somewhere else. Rehu had proposed some interesting points of interests for her. She knew Titus was pleased with her body and she his but how long would that last? The young princess questioned learning more on how to please a man lest her amateur skills would soon become boring she thought.

"How was your meeting?" she asked Titus as she entered the room. Neffie was trying to take her mind off Rehu, more importantly how attractive he'd seem to be to her.
 
Titus watched as Neffie walked in, and responded, "It was okay. Apparently someone is spreading rumors about me that aren't quite true, but holds just enough truth to be believable."

He held his hand out to her, and asked, "How was your meeting with Rehu?"

He led her over to the chaise and sat down, pulling her into his lap.
 
"It was pleasant enough. He wanted to discuss details of the wedding." She answered choosing to leave a bit of what Rehu had discussed with her out of the conversation. Neffie wiggled her ass making herself comfortable in his lap. There was something about his lap that just made everything in the world right. She felt safe there and needed that with all the chaos that seemed to be surrounding them at the moment.

"We still have to set a date and a secure location with the rebellion coming to a boil." She spoke throwing her hands around his neck giving him a kiss trying to flush how aroused Rehu seemed to make her.
 
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