"Come back when the sun sets at the earliest. We must begin our journey to the far east at night."

That's the order given to Yamileth by her father who was to be found out of the resting camps, chasing the wild. She was born to a priest, who was known for all his prophecies proclaimed to come true. He was blessed with four children, all daughters, Yara the oldest, Itzel the second eldest, Lucia the third and Yamileth the youngest of all.

When Yamileth was born to Arius, he wasn't as much pleased to have her as when Yara was blessed to him for he'd seen a boy coming, and this came to him as a wave of grief when God's refused to give him what he had asked for. Nonetheless he loved her despite all disparities that she was a girl child born colored and an outcast amongst her own people.

Dark Brown, was the color of her smooth, silk-like velvety skin, shimmered with few nevi around her carmel brown eyes. Her lips curved a heart with every smile, kissed with hues of ox-blood red, while her hair swooped in coils over her shoulders in tumbles of coral-black, portraying the beauty of Godess itself. She was a work of art that not many men in the village were able to see, blinded by the fairer beauty infront of their eyes.

Later, as more years passed, Yamileth grew beautifully into a young woman, most precisely to stand at par against all goddesses with her flawless beauty. Her bosom rose along with sharpness of her curves on her twine-thin sculpted figure. Her cresent shaped eyes now looked at the world differently, almost weary of the things that could bring her harm. She was innocent, from birth till now. Every afternoon she'd sneak off to the coast of river Nile, where she would sit for hours grazing at the pearls shining above the sea, bringing her the happiness that one would fail to understand how.

"Get up Yamileth. We must head back now."

Yara the oldest, closest to her mid 30's yelled at the youngest, whose shoulders slumped back in the pits of sand, oblivious to any worries that rested on her sister's face. She looked least concerned to her sister's rants as she closed her eyes and laid their, calm and unbothered.

The smoothness of her silky brown skin wriggled into a frown when her sister poured a mug of water from the Nile, and shimmered across her face.

"What in the earth did you have the courage?!" Yamileth hushed, wiping of the droplets of water as she ran after her beauteous sister.

Soon the sun dipped to kiss the horizon and the warm rays of autumn lights was replaced with the coldness of the night as the family sat across eachother in a circle to pray before leaving the vast lands to head east.

♤

"Father, why do we travel in the night when we can do in the day?" Lucia asked softly to Arius, who looked at her with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"It takes a night to reach Egypt, Lucia. By the time we will reach Egypt the sun will be up the soonest." Arius reasoned out.

Walking a few miles they reached the far lands of Egypt that was covered with only sands and no possible vegetation. The strong winds blew off the dust in every directions. All the four daughters supported themselves on their father's arms as they walked a few more distance in the name of God.

Upon reaching Egypt, the scorching rays of the eastern sun fell upon their sweat glistening bodies as they to continued the journey to the gates of Thebes.

"Walk faster children. We must visit the Pharoah's court before we seek shelter." Arius announced to his daughters.

"How long father? We have been walking for miles without a rest?"

"Why must we leave our home to travel to a far off land? Is it some 'prophecy'?"

Yamileth questioned and pulled the scarf above her head to hide herself from the scrutinizing eyes that turned her way.

"Child-"

"Hurry up."

At a distance nearby a loud voice of a man echoed in the city as every other voices that clamored before grew silent all at once. As if the gods showed resentment, soon the clouds covered the sky, darkening the entire arena.

"Our Pharoah seeks a young colored girl before his court. Show yourself to us and kneel down."

Hearing this Arius threw himself at the senator's feet, and kneeled down for his mercy.

"Graceful sire, here is my daughter. I've come to fulfill the 'prophecy'," He said to him humbly, and made all his daughters kneel down next to him, with Yamileth on his side.

"My colored daughter Yamileth." Arius removed the scarf covering his daughter's beautiful face to be witnessed by the guards.

The senator keenly observed her in quietness. He was certainly mesmerized by her beauty and also astonished that she resembled the features as prophesied by his Savior. She was beyond beautiful.

"Take them."

♤

Solemnly the courtroom was engulfed in silence as everyone waited anxiously for the Pharoah to address his subject.

"A Prophecy, came to me in the darkness of night by the God's itself." His voice coarsely resonated in every corners of the room.

"The God's have envisioned a way for our land to thrive and prosper again. As the God's prophesied, I shall lay with a beauty not so fairer, but equal to wage a war against the goddess of fertility itself. Though she shall bear my seeds, the next Pharoah of Egypt, but not as my Great Royal Wife, for Nefertiti is my beloved."

"My Pharoah, it is my duty to honor your call, the prophecy will come true, for the land awaits the prosperity and glory of its people. All hail our Pharoah." Arius regarded the king and walked away from his younger daughter to place himself beside his other daughters and surrounded them protectively in his arms.

Yamileth was beyond feared. She never in her dreams had seen this day coming so sudden to her. Her voice broke as she parted her red lips to oppose the cause. She didn't want this to happen. She would be caged in a prison where there's no escape. Her dignity would be trampled into pieces of glass that would prick her skin till she bleeds and eventually die.

"Father-"

"Stay my child. You must do as the prophecy speakes. You must serve him without any reason."

She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes, persuading her mind to fathom her fate that she was going to bear the next throne to Egypt.

♤

"I desire you my sweet Yamileth,"

His voice breathed heavily as he laid beside her brown body exhausted from all the previous night's deed. A day had passed in his bedchamber tainted in his arms. His fingers trailed from her neck down to her hips where his tunic covered her sacred flower from his eyes. He was mesmerized by her innocent beauty, the way she writhed under him while he moved into her glory hole was beyond pleasurable. No one had pleased him enough to rule over his mind, not even his beloved Nefertiti like she had done the previous night by giving away her body at his mercy.

Her innocence casting a spell on him irrevocably.

His hand disappeared under the small cover to feel her sweetness still leaking from his seeds.

Ramses leaned in, his lips brushed against her cheeks, as he went slowly, stroking every inch of her slit with his fingers.

"Y-your majesty?" Her eyes fell on him shuddering as he ran his fingers around her carmel sex.

"Ramses," he demanded breathing on her neck.

"Call me by my name sweet Yamileth,"

He grazed his fingers in circles covering her sex and gathered the nectars around his fingers before diving into her glory hole.

"Pharoah-" her voice broke as she gasped from the sudden surge of pleasure flowing through her tender flower. She was terrified of herself when her body acted against her will. Last night, when he deflowered her innocence, he was not at all forceful like she had predicted for her fate. He'd done things to her body unlike all expectations. He had pleasured her before him. She shouldn't have wanted this, yet her body sublimed to his touches that had her senses spiraling in desires, wanting and needing his sex.

"Call my name, Yamileth." He said again, while unraveling her deepest spots of rapture.

"Ramses..." She breathed, closing her eyes as she trembled in his arms.

"You have casted a spell on me, your musk has bewitched me. Feel how it arouses me." He turned her around to see her cresent eyes igniting flames of growing desirability.

He took her smooth hands in his, and brought her palm to feel his manhood, standing tall and proud. His girth was very thick, almost eleven inches in length. He was massive, warm, and firm.

Yamileth's soft fingers began caressing his log with such delicacy, that it drove him wild. No longer able to hold back he reared himself on his knees and hovered above her brown body.

"Come to me."

His voice echoed as Yamileth obeyed, and lifted her lower body from the bed, her tunic falling down when Ramses settled her down on his hips, with her legs on each side of his waist. He then aligned his sex on her glistening flower and penetrated his way in and out of her, slithering his thick log in her wet channel with ease. He reached her hilt everytime he moved deeper within her glory hole. 'So warm and fertile' he kept on murmuring alongside her name.

"You were made for me, my sweet Yamileth." He growled moving out of her sex at a pleasurable pace. The warmth engulfed their bodies when they started nearing their release. Yamileth felt him swell inside her, her body stiffened as everything shattered within her and she cried.

"Ramses...my Pharoah." She lifted herself off the sheets, and embraced him in her arms. Her eyes closed drowned by the feeling of him filling her perfectly. She took a deep breath, taking in his resinous scent mixed with the musk of their love making.

"Ah, my love. I adore you." Ramses rained kisses down the smooth line of her neck and shoulders to which Yamileth returned his earnest by stretching her walls to clench around his shaft pulsating his phallus.

"Only you shall bear my seeds, my Yamileth." He growled and quickened his pace to find his heaven. He was sweating vigorously and his body shuddered with each violent pounding in her sex. He felt lost and uncontrolled.

He brought his lips to hers and gently moulded them affectionately in a searing kiss.

"I can't bare it anymore, my sweet Yamileth." He whispered while drowning in ecstacy as he emptied his seed inside her womb.