Khentemsemet removed the c**k ring with some difficulty. A single touch of his fingertips, and I came with a scream that destroyed what was left of my voice. I was a mass of aches, even more so than the last time he had done this to me, for this time there had been more men, and I was exhausted from the journey from Greece.
“He permits this, demands this,” he whispered, unaware I could distinguish his words, “and this is how I shall rule the kingdom.”
I resolved that I would allow an asp to bite me before I permitted the high priest to ever make me his creature again.
He ordered slaves in to remove me to my own chamber and clean the residue of the night’s debauchery from my body. I was asleep before the huge Nubian slave could pick me up.
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A stinging slap to the face awoke me.
