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Chapter 11

Jahira crept along silently. Everyone in her tribe was taught the art of stealth practically at birth because of the enormity of the secrets they guarded. So she was nimble in movement and entirely sure she would not get caught - even if it was the Head Chieftain of the Medjai she was spying on.

He was leading the beautiful foreign girl along a path, and Jahira followed along at a safe distance with bated breath. Never in all her days had she seen him so...alive. Yes, that was the word - alive. There was a fire in his gaze that did not come alight very often. Jahira only recalled ever seeing it on the few occasions that he would tell the children of the tribe the tales of their Medjai history. And now the usually painfully serious Head Chieftain of the Medjai was actually smiling. If she dared even to think it, his smile seemed to contain a flirtatious edge and his eyes danced with heat - all directed towards the exotic-featured English girl.

'Yes,' Jahira thought mischievously. 'Dressing Tiri in the black princess gown was a very good idea.'

Jahira had made the gown herself. Her inspiration had come from ancient papyri line drawings of Princess Nefertiri in all of her royal finery. This particular gown was Jahira's favorite, and it looked quite stunning on Tiri. The girl's tall height was perfect for the long draping of the dark dress, and her small breasts somehow made the plunging neckline seem coquettish and sexy in an unassuming way. The dress looked like it had been made for Tiri's form, and Jahira had a very good hunch that the English girl and Princess Nefertiri had a lot in common. Head Chieftain Ardeth Bay's gaze was locked on the girl.

It made Jahira feel like she was on the cusp of witnessing her favorite Medjai love story finally meet its happy ending. For the moment Jahira had seen that Tiri was carrying the Head Chieftain's bejeweled golden dagger - the one that his beloved princess had given to him over 3,000 years ago - she knew that this Evelyn Nefertiri O'Connell must be a very rare and special creature.

Jahira broke from her exciting revelations for a moment when she realized what direction Head Chieftain Ardeth Bay was leading Tiri O'Connell towards. Her eyes widened and a light blush crept onto her cheeks. He was taking the English girl to his private quarters. No one was ever permitted there, unless under express permission - and that rarely ever occurred. Jahira could go no further without dishonoring the Medjai chieftain's right to privacy. But no matter - she did not wish to dishonor her chieftain. She had all ready seen enough to satisfy her curiosity.

She watched with a grin as Ardeth Bay and Tiri O'Connell disappeared along the winding path.

Tiri and Ardeth Bay walked along pathways and stone corridors in companionable silence. Ok - maybe not companionable silence (because about a million different thoughts were whizzing through Tiri's mind and she was really nervous to be walking alone on a moonlit, kind-of-romantic type stroll with the tall, dark and handsome immortal desert chieftain) but they were walking side by side, which could make it seem companionable to the untrained eye.

After a few minutes of silence and walking, when Tiri was truly lost on how to find her way back to her room because of all the twists and turns along deserted passageways, Ardeth Bay finally broke the silence.

"So," he said, clearing his throat as he led her on a narrow sand pathway leading her into parts unknown to her, "What do you think of my village?"

The tone of his voice was unreadable, and his face was shrowded in the darkness of the night.

"It's like out of a fairytale," Tiri admitted a little begrudgingly, still unsure of what his intentions were to bring her out on this walk - surely it wasn't just to ask her measly opinion of his village - but she didn't see any reason not to be truthful.

"A fairytale?" he said with a chuckle, seeming to approve of her assessment. "How so?"

Tiri answered as he directed her so she wouldn't trip over a large, stubborn root knotted into the earth. She scooped up the hem of her long dress and held it as she toiled the climb. "I am surrounded by a people that I previously thought mythical, walking around a concealed village in the middle of the desert. This place being a fairytale is not such a far-fetched concept. And with the three Medjai girls fussing over me and putting me in pretty and exotic clothing, I've half the mind to believe that they're my fairy god mothers."

"The dress would be Jahira's doing," he said. She couldn't see it but she could hear the grin in his voice. "Her family is from a long line of dressmakers, tracing all the way back to when Pharaohs ruled Egypt. The skill has been passed along to her. She seems to like you very much to put you in one of her creations."

Tiri flashed back to Ardeth Bay's golden dagger clattering to the floor and the Medjai girl's secretive smile.

Tiri felt her stomach tighten in nervousness. Jahira wasn't the only one who had gifted her with something precious. Tiri slowed her trek and felt for the dagger concealed at her waist. As she slipped it out from its hiding place, Ardeth Bay suddenly stopped in a stone courtyard on a much smaller scale than the one she had been led through earlier.

Tiri felt goosebumps develop along her flesh as she took in her surroundings. The place was filled with life and powerful magic. She heard the sweet, tinkling sound of water cascading down fountains and splashing down on to smooth, shining river rocks. Dark green and thriving plants of exotic origins lined the borders of the majestic stone archways of what looked to be the private quarters of a very important figure - perhaps the private quarters of the Head Chieftain of the Medjai.

Tiri's expression was agape. She drank in the exquisitely carved lotus motifs and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and symbols on the pillars and archways. There were three inner archways that glowed with the golden-orange light from the chambers within. Ornate carpets and an intriguing blend of priceless ancient Egyptian furniture and the African-import of the Moroccan style peaked out of the rooms that she could see from the archways.

When she was finally able to unglue her eyes from her surroundings, she turned back to Ardeth Bay. He had moved a considerable distance away from her, and was standing in a man-made rectangular sand arena in the middle of the stone courtyard. The sand he stood in was white and powdery-fine. It looked like an element that would be a pleasure to sink into, and it glittered like diamonds in the moonlight.

The golden-orange glow from the chambers nearby cast a dim light which reflected on his finely chiseled features. He had been watching her take in her surroundings and was now watching her watch him. His dark eyes, which seemed to glitter in the dancing firelight, slowly drifted down her body to settle on her hand which held his golden dagger. Tiri's attention snapped back to what she had originally intended to do when she had pulled out the dagger.

"Here," she said, holding it out to him as she hesitantly walked over to where he stood. She stood on tiptoes as she flirted with the edge of where stone met sand. "Thank you for letting me borrow this," she said with impeccable politeness; it was a trait that had been ingrained in her from her strict manners lessons in school. "It came in handy after all."

A slow smile crept onto his face - one filled with secrets unknown to her - as he lazily drew the proffered dagger from her grasp. His hand enveloped hers as he took the metal blade - and in quick succession he pulled her into the sand arena.

"Hey!" she screeched out in surprise as the force of his pull made her stumble. Her stumble was broken by her fall, however, as Ardeth Bay swiftly crouched down and kicked her legs out from under her. She fell onto her bottom. Her dress lay fanned out around her legs; her hands, which had braced her fall, sunk into the white sand. "What was that for?" she asked in indignation, her eyes ablaze.

The dark warrior bowed down to her in an elegant gesture, holding the dagger out to her within his two open palms. He met her gaze again, his own eyes ablaze with a mischievous fire. "The dagger is yours. It is a gift. To deny a gift given by the Head chieftain of the Medjai would be seen as a very serious offense by my people. You do not want to be seen as rude, do you?"

Tiri's mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments as her ire mounted. "Me, rude? ME? You just bloody pushed me into a sand pit and kicked my legs out from under me!"

"That was a test to check your reflexes to see if you could hold your ground. You failed miserably. Now take the dagger," he said.

Tiri felt her blood boil. She none-too-gently snatched the dagger from his open grasp. "Fine. Happy now!"

"Overjoyed," he said, bating her. "Now defend yourself with it."

"Wh-what?" she asked in a wavering voice, as Ardeth Bay again rose to his full height. Suddenly she felt very small and flimsy compared to the tall and broad-shouldered warrior. She imagined the power of his muscles rippling beneath his black robes as he started to circle her in a predatory way. It was like being at the mercy of a coiled jaguar ready to pounce at any moment. Her grip tightened on the dagger as her pulse raced. Her palms were sweating. "This isn't funny. Now really, what do you want from me?"

In a flash he had easily disarmed her again, knocking the golden dagger from her grasp and whirling her around so that her back was pressed against his chest. "You are right," he said grimly, his fingers softly sliding up her throat to show her how easily she could have been dead. "This is not funny. What I want is for you to defend yourself. Again," he said as he whirled her out of his grasp.

She steadied herself in the yielding sand and glared at him as she retrieved the dagger. She raised the blade in the air, poised like the lethal stinger of a scorpion, and ran at him with something close to a battle cry. He chuckled darkly and dodged the blade, leveraging himself to easily scoop her up and flip her over his shoulder. He lunged down so that his weight rested on one knee and his other leg lay almost parallel to the ground. Tiri landed on her back in the sand, the air rushing out of her lungs on impact. When she had regained her equilibrium she realized that the dagger lay harmlessly in the sand yet again and Ardeth Bay towered over her. Once he had her undivided attention again he sunk down on his knees on either side of her hips, straddling her.

Her eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do and her hand wildly shot out to search for the dagger that lay near her head, but she was too late. He had her wrists in an iron grip and lent his weight into her. "I believe that your aim was true. You could have killed me if it were not for the anger clouding your judgment. You saw red, which stiffened your movements. You must think fluidly. Do not let any one emotion ride away with your thoughts or you cannot attack or defend yourself effectively."

Tiri forced herself to breathe steadily. "Let go of me," she said through grit teeth.

He lent down even further, his lips dangerously close to her own. "Make me let go of you. Grant your own freedom." His breath was the sweet and refreshing scent of mint; the dark leafy green had been served at the end of the meal to cleanse everyone's palates.

She fought wildly for her freedom, arching up to buck him off of her. He fought back - just as determined to hold his position astride her. Her body moved, but her wrists, however, did not once budge from their pinned position. She sunk back down with a hitched breath, thoroughly exhausted for her efforts. Her chest heaved as she glared at him spitefully. "What is your deal?" she asked in frustration. "Did you really ask me to come out here so that you could show your prowess in the fighting department? Because I get it! You're good at man-to-man combat! I went to an all girls school! You know, the whole knee socks, regulatory skirts, and oxford shirts bit? I've been in a few hair-pulling tiffs - but never a proper fight!"

"It is highly noticeable," he agreed. She gasped in indignation. Well - it was true but he didn't have to agree so readily. "I made you defend yourself as a way to prepare you for what is to come."

Tiri groaned in ultimate frustration. She once again fought against the vise of his grip. Her muscles burned from her effort. "There you go again! What is bloody well coming for me? Why don't you just tell me instead of wasting time talking to me in circles and annoying me to death?"

"I am annoying you?" he asked in amusement. This time his lips did brush against her own in a whisper-soft caress as he spoke.

Tiri felt chills start along her flesh from the contact. "Yes," she said, shoving her strong reaction to his nearness aside. She pressed her head further into the sand so that their lips no longer touched. "You're not keeping your promise not to touch me. Why do you keep pouncing on me?"

He laughed at her choice of words, his plush lips settling into a rakish grin. He did not grant her any more personal space. His eyes - his penetrating molten chocolate eyes - were filled with so much heat that Tiri swore she felt the rays of the sun warming her flesh even though it was night time. "I am afraid I can only annoy you further by saying that I can only answer your question with another question." He whispered conspiratorially in her ear, "Why do you reciprocate to my touch?"

Even as he asked the question Tiri felt her nipples tighten in arousal at the deep, velvety sound of his voice whispering in her ear. She didn't answer him, too embarrassed of what she'd say. She tried to avoid his eyes but, really, there was no way to because of how close they were. His eyes were filled with a knowing gleam. "You are..." he started to say as he drank in the planes of her face. His rakish smile suddenly melted away to be replaced by awe and hunger. "You are so beautiful," he said in wonder. "I have waited so long."

Tiri's breath was coming out in shallow pants. There it was. His admission. She answered clearly and distinctly, "I am not Evelyn Carnahan. I may look like my great-grandmother, but that in no way makes me her."

He did not blink a lash. "I know that, Tiri O'Connell," he answered back pointedly, using her nickname. That playful gleam was back in his eyes. "I do not see the resemblance."

Tiri felt a hitch in her breath. It was her turn to stare at him in awe.

He slowly let go of her wrists, and sunk his hands into the sand on either side of her head. His lips were back to sliding against hers in a feather-soft intimate caress as he spoke. "It isyour eyes that have been haunting me in my dreams for as long as I can remember," he confessed.

He hadn't been pining after her great-grandmother all these years after all. This knowledge made her feel inexplicably relieved and shocked at the same time. She gasped, and Ardeth Bay took it as his opportunity to hungrily plunder her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. There was nothing holding Tiri back. She sunk her newly freed hands into his thick, silky black mane of hair as their lips slid against each other and their tongues melded in an intoxicating rhythm. They went on for minutes - or maybe even hours as time was of no consequence to Tiri in the heat of the moment - and what finally brought them back up for air was when Ardeth Bay accidentally pressed the ridge of his palm too firmly into the bandage covering the wound on her neck as he held her jaw while they kissed. She gave a brief cry of pain that was replaced by a mumble of 'no' as Ardeth Bay pulled away from her lips.

He smiled at her whimpered 'no' and ran his fingers through the soft strands of her caramel-colored hair. "I must be fragile with you." As he said the words he lifted himself off of her and scooped her up into his arms.

After she got over the brief shock of him picking her up - it wasn't the first time he'd done it after all - she rolled her eyes. "Were you not here a few minutes ago when I was getting beat up by, oh yeah, YOU? And I can walk, you know. It was only a scratch."

"I would never lay a hand on you in a harsh manner. Your necklace would have burnt me if I meant you harm. And I know you can walk," he said casually. "If you want your freedom to walk, make me let go of you," he said in an echo of his earlier declaration when he had her pinned to the ground.

"Somehow earning my freedom to walk seems like it would be a huge hassle," she said blithely as she eyed where he was carrying her towards. It was the three intricate archways that were lit up by the bright golden-orange glow. She felt her stomach fill with butterflies as she had a sneaking suspicion of where those entranceways led to. "Where are you taking me?"

Their eyes locked as he answered. "My rooms."

"Why?" she asked, trying to sound as casual as he.

"I have a better remedy for your wound."

"Oh," she said, slightly disappointed by his answer. She heard him chuckle, seeming to be amused by her sour expression, but her disappointment quickly evaporated as they walked through the middle, and tallest, archway. The room was exquisitely furnished, and Tiri didn't know where to look to first. Her eyes finally settled on the sumptuous platform bed that was layered in the finest looking Egyptian linens and imported silks. Something about the bed struck a memory that was escaping her... In fact, a lot of the objects in the room gave her a strange sensation of déjà vu, like she had visited them in a dream... Ardeth Bay set her down on the bed. He just stood in front of her for a moment, seeming to commit the image of her onto memory, before he excused himself to retrieve the remedy for her wound.

She watched him walk through an arched doorway, which led to a different chamber of his rooms. When he was no where to be seen she turned her attention back to the room. Her eyes traveled to the ceiling, which was exotically draped in fabric that was pinned at the center of the ceiling and then tented out to the far reaching corners of the room. The fabrics were gossamer colors that included emerald green, crimson, gold, plum purple, and indigo blue. Her gaze then skittered to the furniture. An ancient Egyptian chair that was inlaid with gold and had the claws of a lion for legs was situated at a neatly organized desk which contained scrolls, official looking documents, and other little ancient trinkets, such as a compelling chest that was the size of a show box. It was made of stone and was inlaid with ivory, pearl, and gold. The chest was wide open and she noticed that blue plumes of perfumed smoke were wafting out from the inside. Her burning curiosity to go and fiddle with the intriguing objects was overpowering. She craned her neck to see if Ardeth Bay might be on his way back, but there was no sign of him - so she decided to acquaint herself with the room.

She stepped onto a genuine ancient Persian carpet and passed a wall of mounted ancient weapons that were on display. Dozens of wickedly curved blades gleamed in the firelight, which was coming from thick pillar candles that were situated throughout the room. She made her way over to Ardeth Bay's desk, trying not to take notice of his elegant documents written in Arabic script (she didn't want to be a total snoop), and turned her attention to the breathtaking little ancient Egyptian chest. Tiri had been told stories about chests inflicted with gruesome curses that could wreak havoc on the poor souls who were unlucky enough to open them, but something about this chest seemed...good. Besides, it had all ready been opened long before she came along it seemed. She steadied the scenes inlaid on the outside of the chest. One side depicted the Goddess Isis on the throne, another was of Isis and her husband Osiris with linked hands, the third was of Isis nursing her infant son Horus, and the last was of Isis protecting the Egyptians as their enemies were killed by her magic spells. Tiri then turned her sights to the inside, intending to find incense burning - but there was no incense. There wasn't anything inside the chest but the ethereal blue plumes of smoke which magically wafted out.

"I have the remedy," Ardeth Bay said right next to her ear.

Tiri whirled around with a stricken look on her face as if she had been caught doing something very naughty.

At the look on her face, Ardeth Bay set a bowl with a dark green paste in it down on an unused portion of his desk and made quick work of undoing her bandage. "You are welcome to look around my rooms as long as it pleases you."

Unable to hold herself back she asked, "Where is the smoke in the Isis chest coming from?"

As she asked the question, he lathered the dark green paste on her neck. It was cooling and soothing at the same time. He grinned as he methodically worked. "From Isis."

Tiri stared at Ardeth Bay as if he had grown another head. His expression remained amused but something in his gaze was quite serious. Suddenly he took out a carved piece of ivory. He pointed it at her neck wound while he said an ancient Egyptian incantation from memory. At his last word a heat infused her neck briefly and then was gone.

Wide-eyed, Tiri clasped her hand to her throat. The skin was smooth and tingled pleasantly from the remnants of the magic. She looked from the magical chest to Ardeth Bay. "What? How? ...What?"

Ardeth Bay stepped up to her, his form flush against hers as he set the ivory wand down on the desk. He pressed his hand into the small of her back, bringing them even closer together. "When the time is right this will all make sense to you," he said cryptically. A million questions were fighting to burst forth from her lips but he silenced her with a bruising kiss.

With her wound magically healed, the time to be gentle was over. Tiri moaned into his mouth. She seriously thought about stopping to interrogate him some more but then suddenly she was pressed into the soft bed with Ardeth Bay's hard body pinning her down in a most pleasant way and the serious thought slipped her mind.

"Stay with me tonight," he said ardently, his voice deep and gravelly with arousal.

Tiri thought she said 'yes' or 'ok' or something to that effect because he made a deep 'mmmm' sound of approval and then he was slipping the soft black material of her dress off of her shoulders, kissing the flesh that was not hidden beneath her usekh collar.

The feel of his soft, hot lips kissing a trail down her chest sent liquid fire to course through her veins. This time she knew that she said 'yes.' Her hard little pink areolas were suddenly exposed to the air and being alternately sucked and licked by the dark warrior. She moaned in renewed pleasure and threw her head back, basking in the wonderful new sensations awakening in her body. She had never felt such a need so acute as she did when she was touching and being touched by Ardeth Bay.

"Too much clothes," she said breathily, pulling him back up to kiss her. He groaned his approval against her lips and quickly divested himself of his robes, scarf and tunic shirt. She drank in his bare torso, taking the time to really notice the ancient Egyptian tattoo over his heart on his left pectoral muscle. It looked somehow different than his sacred marks. It was where he had put her hand on him the first time she had seen his exposed bronze flesh. Tiri sat up on the bed, the top half of her dress sliding down her arms. Ardeth Bay followed the gentle sway of her breasts with his eyes and sat up with her. She put her hand over his tattoo, tracing it with her finger. His eyes fluttered closed at the gentle sensation. He again uttered that same epithet that she did not understand - she was almost sure it had to be something in ancient Egyptian - and then his eyes were open again.

He took her hand in his and gently kissed it. "Lay back down for me Tiri. I want to touch you."

Tiri felt a thrill shiver down her spine. She laid back in Ardeth Bay's richly furnished bed and felt her flesh tighten in anticipation as he crawled on top of her. She whimpered as the hard wall of his chest slid against her hardened nipples. "Tiri," he moaned, rolling his hips in between her thighs. They clashed in a hot, deep kiss as he pulled off her dress from her arms all the way off. He then cupped a breast in his battle-roughened palm and massaged the mound as they kissed and softly rolled their hips together. Tiri whimpered in a pleasured haze as a need deep inside her grew and grew. The hand that wasn't massaging her breast pulled the bottom half of her dress up, bunching it around her waist and exposing her naked thighs and femininity. He pulled away from her lips to watch her expression as he slid a long, darkly tanned finger along her creamy pale olive thighs and then slid it along the moist petals of her. She cried out in pleasure and he breathed out a curse in Arabic, saying, "So wet."

His dark eyes were drowning her with their need. "I need to taste you," he rasped out in Arabic, suddenly a man possessed by his desire. Her thighs were suddenly pressed as far apart as they could go and the Head chieftain of the Medjai had his head between her legs. Tiri cried out, first in embarrassment because she had never been exposed so intimately to another person before, but it soon turned into a cry of ecstasy as the flat of his tongue flicked her pleasure-sensitive clit.

"Oooooh. Don't stop. Please," she found herself moaning out in a guttural womanly voice she didn't even know she possessed until now.

Her heated pleas urged him onwards and he reverently licked at her wetness, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he desired to please her. Tiri felt a new flush of wetness at his words, and he growled and eagerly lapped it up.

Yes, yes, yes, yes was the chant that was going through her mind. The dark warrior switched to pleasuring her clit with his finger and slid his tongue down to her entrance. He swiftly plunged his tongue inside of her and flicked it against her inner walls as he vigorously plunged it in and out. Tiri screamed as an overwhelming sense of pleasure enveloped her and she shuddered uncontrollably as Ardeth Bay took her over the edge with his mouth. Her orgasm seemed to crest higher and higher. Ardeth Bay was relentless in his pleasuring of her and her vision dimmed to black as one last excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm ripped through her body.

When she regained her senses Ardeth Bay was laying next to her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "There you are," he murmured. She could taste her essence on his lips and, oddly enough, it sent a little thrill through her.

"That was..." she trailed off with a blush.

"I know," he said with a chuckle. His large hand ghosted along her naked hip. "You are amazing," he said in awe, his voice laced with heated desire. "How your body responds..." His roaming gaze finally settled back at her eyes. His irises were almost black with lust. She felt her body tighten with need all over again.

"I want to touch you," she said, shyly placing her hand on the straining bulge in his black pants.

He hissed in pleasure. His head fell back into the pillows. "Yes, please do."

Before she went to touch him more intimately she unhooked the silver straps at her waist behind her back so that she could take her dress off all the way. She didn't want it hanging around her middle anymore. When she was completely bare she focused her attention back on Ardeth and gasped. He had languidly rolled his head back to watch her undress and had released his long and thick erection from its confines. His hips rolled up languidly as his hand slid up and down along his shaft, squeezing as he got to the belled tip. Tiri watched as a pearly liquid leaked profusely from the very thick and needy head of his penis.

"Please," he gasped. "Touch it."

She looked up to find him staring at her as he caressed himself. She plucked up the courage to be bold and started to slowly slide down his body.

"I want to taste it."

He gasped and raised his head from the pillows to watch her mouth slide around the head of his manhood."Tiri," he moaned in pleasure. "Yessss."

Tiri had never pleasured a man with her mouth before, but instinct took over. Her need to make him feel good after he made her feel so good urged her onwards. She licked and sucked the tip, emboldened as he shivered and cried out her name again. His taste was musky with a salty hint as precum continued to leak from the tip in his excitement. His responses to her touch were intoxicating to her and she found her own excitement mounting as she pleasured him with her mouth.

She felt his eyes watching her as she sucked and she boldly met his eyes, feeling a thrill at her naughtiness. As their eyes met he said her name on a drawn out moan and came. Taken off guard, she started to drink his salty essence. She sucked until his last pleasured convulsions subsided. He pulled her up to him with a satiated moan and kissed her lightly.

Their kisses quickly grew emboldened again, and she moaned out, "More," in between kisses. She wanted to get swept away in her newfound sexuality again.

"With pleasure," the dark warrior said in Arabic with a grin. He once again slid down her body.
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