The mummy and the Princess ~ Closed ~

Times were not easy for women and it took great courage to push out of the everyday norm. Even more so for royalty considering there is a standard uphold that is expected of them. One of the many things that princess Alicia hated the most. She is raised to be the uptight queen that her mother is, however, she is also far too free spirited to remain that way all the time. It is a face she puts on for the world to see, yet, behind closed doors she is off doing her own thing. Finding new ways to put on a different face when she is free from the confines of her royal chores.

One of the biggest things she loves is go off spending her time with the historian. Alicia can get lost in his teachings and normally does lose track of time. When she is with him, time doesn't seem to matter much to her and she will help him with anything he needs. She has no idea where he goes, or how he knows the things that he does about the artifacts he brings home. All she does know is that she can't get enough and hoped to someday go off on adventures of her own.

The historian had been gone for months and she grew concerned over him, wondering if he would ever return. Finally she received word that he has returned this afternoon and is waiting for her in their secret place. When she was younger, she had a homestead built out of the towns boarders so they can study without interruption. It also allowed her to escape from her parents for a time. By the time she arrived there, he had already been waiting for her with many gifts, one of which is an ancient scroll.

He had also found a beautiful white dress that she wouldn't consider to be an everyday dress. There were some trinkets that were meant to adorn it, as if it was meant to be a wedding dress of their culture. Though it was also thin, sheer almost and she saw it as some undergarment, or night gown and couldn't imagine wearing something like that around the castle. Other things caught her attention as well, the golden jewelry, some vases and an object that looked like an urn. There were ashes in it still, though she didn't understand why they would want to keep the deads ashes like that. Some bones were left unburned and the skull still fully intact, showing no signs of stress that age would cause. It even had a dark aura about it which made her almost afraid to touch it.

Everything he had brought back amazed her and she did manage to keep a professional face about her, not allowing herself to get overly excited. She has been studying with the historian for many years now that she knew how to keep her composure. Also, she didn't want to look like a fool in front of the other men either. After all, this is what she wanted to do with her life and get away from the royal world. She had a younger sister that would take over and Alicia wouldn't be missed.

The historian left her and had a knowing glimmer in his eyes as he left. The travels had been tough on him and he wanted to get some rest, Alicia felt as he was leaving some part of his story unfinished. With a shrug, she sent him on his way and locked the door behind him. No one knew she was here except him, leaving her completely alone for however long she desires to remain here. This place is made for that purpose in mind, which is why she likes it here so much.

After putting refreshing the wood for the fire place, warming the place up some more, she removed the heavy royal garments and put on the thinner white dress. For now, it wasn't worth putting on the belt or other jewelery since no one else will be seeing her. Alicia grabbed a few scrolls and sat on the bed to begin studying the things he had given her. The hieroglyphs were still new to her and she had to use the notes he had given her to know what the symbols meant.

She found it strange that some of the wording matched the other scrolls in certain areas as if it was talking about the same thing. Each scroll had a different date on them, yet they were of the same person, almost like a journal that told a story. She also noticed that some symbols were on the jewelery he had given her and found out that it was from a princess of that time. The more she read, changes within the room were happening and she suddenly became very drowsy. There is a strange heat either coming from the dress, or the room, Alicia couldn't tell as she read a few things outloud.

The skull and the ashes were still the table and for reasons unknown, she kept looking up at the skull. At times it appeared to be staring at her, watching her every movement. She could have sworn the skull had moved to face her, one moment it faced away from her, the next its looking right at her. Those moments were driving her insane, almost to the point of wanting to put a blanket over the skull. Or putting it outside in the stable. Neither of which she did, simply leaving it where it sat, telling herself it's just the trick of the lights.

Eventually it became difficult to keep her eyes open and her words were slurring as she finally allowed sleep to overwhelm her. The heat in the room made the air thick with a musky scent and it provoked many strange dreams as she slept. She saw herself wearing the dress, though the face wasn't hers. The dreams were more like memories and the male within those dreams were always faceless. Part of her tried to wake up, however, it seemed impossible to snap back to reality while the dreams gripped her.

Alice’s mother ruled over a kingdom, that was quite true, but it was a kingdom that was little more than a Grand Duchy, no more than a single city, and a few villages. Yet like Luxembourg it had played an important role in the balance of power between the great powers of Europe before the War to end all Wars. Know it was nothing but a forgotten little kingdom with the fall of the great Empires. Yet long before that great and terrible war he had come to this small kingdom he was only know as a wander.

It was Alice that had first called him The Historian because of the stories he told about faraway lands and ancient civilizations. He would paint pictures of these lost worlds with his words when she was a child. As Alice grew The Historian would bring the young girl little mementoes at first, a bronze arrowhead, a roman coin, and then a scroll in ancient Greek. His visits grew longer as he taught young Alice first Greek, then Latin, and finally when Alice was eighteen he had begun teaching her Egyptian hieroglyphics. This time The Historian had left Alice a white dress that was like nothing she had ever seen before it was as light as a feather and one could see the outline of your hand beneath it. There were also some trinkets that were obviously part of a fuller costume and as always there were the scrolls. The Historian knew that Alice could never resist a new scrolls.

Alice did two things one quite common as she dove into those scrolls and soon found it strange that some of the wording matched the other scrolls in certain areas as if it was talking about the same thing. Each scroll had a different date on them, yet they were of the same person, almost like a journal that told a story. The other was that Alice had put on the translucent white dress. She had settled at her desk and examined the other things her mentor had brought her. There was a skull with dark haunting eyes, and a vase of ashes. Alice was lost in the scrolls and did not notice that she was becoming drowsy. Alice rubbed her eyes and found that that skull seemed to be looking her, no matter how she turned it away it always seemed to turn to its lifeless gaze to her. Eventually it became difficult for the little redheaded beauty to keep her eyes open and her words were slurring as she finally allowed sleep to overwhelm her.

Alice was held captive in that skull’s gaze as she slipped from consciousness and slowly an image began to form before her mind’s eye. It could have been of Ancient Babylon, or the valley of the Nile in the Old Kingdom of Egypt. There was
a man his skin bronzed from the sun, his head shaved and his eyes accentuated by cola, so like the haunting lifeless gaze of the skull. A medallion of Office hung around his neck and golden arm bands around his biceps. He was not a young man, his age as much a mystery as who he was. He was naked to the waist around his waist he wore a kilt like garment and young girl scantily clad knelt at his feet clinging to his thigh.
“I have waited for you through all eternity my proud young beauty!”

He extended his hand towards Alice as if he was claiming her as his own.

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“Alice,…..Alice…….”
Alice awoke in the arms of the Historian. His voice was full of concern as he held her supple young body to his.

“What happened Alice?

The dream startled her when the strange man looked right at her and held out his hand. It was here she woke up startled to the sound of a males voice and arms holding her. When she finally manage to wake from the dream, her eyes wide with fear and confusion and at first unable to see the historian. Within a few moments of registering where she is and who is with her, Alice calmed down some. Buried her face into his chest though to keep from looking at the skull staring at her.

"I-I-It is just a bad dream... I think.. maybe.. I-I I don't know what happened."

It wasn't that the dream itself was all that scary, it had to do with more to the fact that it felt so real and confusing that she didn't know how to deal with it. She's never had dreams that real before, let alone explain them to someone else. Then she looked at the dress she wore, feeling the sheer material within her fingers and thought of the woman at his feet. He mentioned that he had been waiting for her.. though she couldn't figure exactly who it ish he has been waiting for.

"I do not know what happened. I was reading through the scrolls and now it seems time has slipped by while I slept. I think maybe my mother is stressing me out over this silly marriage."

Alice was shaking in his arms as she tried to process the dream more, unsure of how to explain it. She knew if she spoke of such things he would think of her as crazy. She knew all too well what happens to the people who talk of their dreams and fears. Not to mention, she didn't really know what to think of it all herself as it is, if she told him the skull seems to watching her, he'd laugh. With that in mind, she did take a peek at the skull and like before, it is facing and felt as though it's watching her.

"That skull and the ashes, who did they used to be?"

Alice lay in the security of The Historian arms her sweet angelic face shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat from the intensity of her dream. He gently brushed a few strands of sweat soaked hair from her face, that sweet angelic face. When he first came to the palace Alice was just a young girl of seven or eight. Where her mother was courteous, always a supporter of education and knowledge, for the nobility, her older daughter had no interests in such mundane. But young Alice was a very different matter she had a hungering agile mind and soon grew close of the strange wander. Over the years as Alice grew from an awkward young child to a stunning young beauty his desire for her began to grow as well and it soon was something very different from that of a teacher for a student, it was the lust of a man for a woman.

"I-I-It is just a bad dream... I think.. Maybe.. I-I I don't know what happened."


The softly spoken confused words brought him back to the moment. He saw that confused and questioning look in Alice’s soft eyes. He saw the way she now fingered the translucent gown she wore. His eyes were drawn to that gown, the sensual curve of her firm young breast, the way her pert, taunt nipples, were seductively silhouetted a tempting shadow beneath the translucent material.

"I do not know what happened. I was reading through the scrolls and now it seems time has slipped by while I slept. I think maybe my mother is stressing me out over this silly marriage."

“Marriage” the word hit The Historian like a fist. Was it Alice that was to be married was she to slip between his fingers. A moment of panic swept over him. No it was impossible she was meant to be his he had seen it in the stars when Alice was just sixteen. No this was impossible. He hardly noticed how the young redheaded beauty trembled in his arms, how she fought to find the words to explain what she had experienced.

"That skull and the ashes, who did they used to be?"

The Historian took a deep steadying breath.

“The skull and ashes are those of Nakhte. Nakhte was a priest and astrologer of the god Amun-Re….”

There was a faraway look that came over The Historian as if he was somewhere else.

“………Nakhte would not relent or abandon Amun-Re when the high priest Maya restored the old gods of Egypt. But it was not his refusal to forsake his god but that he had taken Maya’s daughter as his concubine…….”

He told Alice of how Maya had Nakhte wrapped in the bindings of a mummy. How he witnessed the girl silting her own wrists vowing that she would come to him across the shifting sands of eternity as Maya condemned him to a living death as a mummy.

“That is the story of Nakhte. So you are to be married Alice?”

The question lingered between them.

“What a shame for I was about to invite you to come with me to Cairo.”

And so the The Historian laid the subtitle temptation before Alice, a chance to escape, a chance to study in the land of the Pharos.

As he told the story of the priest and she couldn't keep her eyes off the skull, as though she is watching the scene happen through its eyes. Towards the end of the story she sat up for a moment before fully standing and filling a cup of cold water, splashing some on her face.

"Mother wishes for me to marry some drunken old fool. She believes that it would benefit our kingdom by having him as an ally. Sister is already on her way to some other fool, so she can't be it. I am next in line."

Alice sighed while putting some material over the skull and opened the window, breathing in the fresh morning air. The sun shining through the window brought out her silhouette in the sheer gown. Showing just enough to see her curvy charms, yet leaving a teasing mystery of what hid beneath. Then she laughed to herself at a few random thoughts, hearing his offer to take her away from this place.

"I highly doubt the old man can still perform in bed, not that he needs anymore children. Already has seven of them fighting for the throne. I do not understand why I can't marry one of them...."

She fell silent for a few moments looking at the scrolls and other jewelery that laid on the table. Picking up one of the golden arm bands to examine it before slipping it on her arm, just to see how it fit and looked. It didn't go any further up past her elbow which told her that the girl that worn before was much smaller than her. After a moment or two she took it off and began to clean it up a bit more.

"I am not ready to be married off though. I am bored with having to tell people what to do with their lives. And I am seriously not ready to bred like some cow just to have a few heirs. There is more out there and I want to see it all."

More and more she thought about his offer to take her with him while she toyed with the golden armband. Not once did she look at the cloth covered skull, though she could feel its eyes burning into her as she moved around the room to sit down next to her mentor. A slight blush painted her cheeks and her hair fell just right to hide most of the embarrassment as she considered everything.

"I will go with you. It wouldn't be the first time some royal left everything behind, it will not be the last. They will continue life without me."

She paused and her cheeks grew darker as her fingers toyed with the golden jewel as she thought about her mentor a bit more. Over the years she has grown quite attached to him and just now she felt his reaction to the mention of her getting married. A good indication that he had grown attached to her as well, something she never really considered up until now.

"I have realized something just now... We have known each other for many years now and I have learned many things from you. Yet, the one thing I have never learned is your name. I suppose that is my fault for never asking about it."

"Mother wishes for me to marry some drunken old fool………I highly doubt the old man can still perform in bed, not that he needs anymore children.

Alice’s words struck a nerve in the wander. Was that how she saw him as an old man made a eunuch by his age. He was well aware that he was old enough to be her father, old enough to be…….. he did not finish that thought and his face remained unreadable.

"I am not ready to be married off though……….and I am seriously not ready to bred like some cow just to have a few heirs. There is more out there and I want to see it all."

As Alice continued to speak a passion grew in her young voice. Her words not so much addressed to him but as if she was arguing with herself as she was searching for what she would do. Then suddenly the naive conviction of youth that has lead a sheltered and privilege life Alice solemnly declared,

"I will go with you. It wouldn't be the first time some royal left everything behind, it will not be the last. They will continue life without me."

Even as Alice had been arguing with herself she had been drawn to the jewelry and trinkets that lay on the table. It seemed that they had an almost hypnotic attraction for her. Suddenly the young girl’s cheeks flushed crimson as she turned to look at him.

"I have realized something just now... We have known each other for many years now and I have learned many things from you. Yet, the one thing I have never learned is your name. I suppose that is my fault for never asking about it."

Alice could never know how much her simple question had caused him. For in all those years it meant she had never really seen him as a person. Perhaps seeing him nothing more than a relief from the boredom of a royal life.

“Yurgan Princess Alice.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“I have had heard of a great book in my travels Alice…..”

This time he had dropped the royal title.

“…..a book of great historical importance……..”

He did not mention that this unnamed book was rumored to have great occult power as well.

“………….It is called the Book of the Dead.”

It was then that they began to make their plans to flee the kingdom and make their way to Cairo.

She had no excuse for never asking his name, a crime of which she could never take back. Sadly it just never came up, she simply saw him as a friend and perhaps part her of did see him as an escape. As a kid he was the only one around that would take notice of her, the only one that she could be herself around without getting scolded for it. Back then, names were unimportant to her. Now things were different and even more so between the two of them.

When out here in the homestead, she felt free and was able to actually do things for herself. Sometimes she pretended to be one of the farming housewives she sees all the time. When Yurgan is around, she silently pretended they were a family. As a kid she saw him as a father figure, the older she got, more mature fantasies took place. Not that she would ever in a life time talk about those fantasies with him, let alone act on them. At least, that is what she kept telling herself.

Though his face hid any expressions, she saw it in his eyes and it told her right then there that she must of sounded just like her mother. The Queen truly didn't care for people the way Alice did, they were all beneath the Queen where Alice saw most as equals. The hurt did flash through his eyes all the same and she smiled brightly up at him, kissing his cheek softly.

".... If you only knew the person she wishes me bed, you would understand. You are nothing like him, trust me. I bet you get all the ladies huh?"

She stood up again and set down the trinket to begin making some breakfast for them. She was starving and she had no doubts that he would be as well. Meanwhile she listened to him talk about the Book of the Dead, which had her glancing over at the skull once more, noticing the light breeze teased the material. Through the material she could see the outline of the skulls face, giving it a life like appearance. A shiver ran down her spine as the dream refreshed her memories, seeing the mans face replacing the skull.

They made their plans while they ate breakfast and she asked many questions on what to expect of where they were going. They spent the day preparing for their travels, packing food and other supplies and talking of a solid plan if they run into problems. They needed to wait until nightfall before leaving, otherwise she would be seen and unwanted problems will rise to make it difficult for them to leave.

"Since we have some time to kill, what do you want to do? I should probably get dressed more properly before we go, can not go around in this thing. Other than that, there is still a few hours before we need to leave."

She laughed softly while holding the sheer dress up, almost forgetting she still had it on and she really didn't wish to take it off. The material is the best thing she has ever felt in a long time, it caressed her body in all the right places and at times it sent sparks that aroused her. By the time they were done packing, her crystal blue eyes were filled with lust and her body silently begged for attention. Her nipples were hard little nubs pushing against the sheer white dress, the scent of her desires filled the air. These were things that she tried to ignore as best as possible, refusing to accept the sensations the dress created. Yet, the flush in her cheeks and that glazed look gave him another whole story.

"Perhaps you can tell me more about this Book of the Dead and this Cairo place."

To late Alice realized the sting her words must have had for Yurgan. A deep crimson blush kissed her soft flawless cheeks as the young beauty stammered.

".... If you only knew the person she wishes me to bed, you would understand. You are nothing like him, trust me. I bet you get all the ladies huh?"

A small sad smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at Alice’s words as she stood and laid aside the trinkets and began to prepare breakfast. The little cottage was young Alice’s refuge, a place where she could be just Alice. Yurgan shook his head, was it possible that this stunning young creature had no idea how truly beautiful she was, that any man would sell his soul to possess her if only for a night. Yurgan could see that Alice kept stealing glances at the draped skull of Nakhte. That cloth now clinging to the skull like a skin, giving a hint of what the man must have looked like in life as a shiver ran down Alice’s spine. The moment passed and as they eat they hatched their plans for Alice’s escape from her royal life. The young redheaded beauty was full of questions about the world that lay outside the boarders of her mother’s small country. Everything that Yurgan said seemed to mesmerize her. The day was spent making preparations and tending to all the little things one must do before starting out on a long journey. Suddenly Alice turned to Yurgan,

"Since we have some time to kill, what do you want to do? I should probably get dressed more properly before we go, can not go around in this thing. Other than that, there is still a few hours before we need to leave."

There was a coquettish little smile that bowed Alice’s moist rip lips. The soft intoxicating fragrance of the young beauty’s growing arousal filled Yurgan’s nostrils as her fingers sensually toyed with the sheer translucent dress. Her crystal blue eyes were filled with lust and her body silently begged for attention. Her nipples were hard little taunt peaks pushing against the sheer white dress, the scent of her desires filled the air a seductive temptation. A deep crimson blush kissed Alice’s cheeks as she tried to ignore, to refuse, or accept the sensations the dress enkindling in her. Alice’s blushed scarlet as she stammered,
"Perhaps you can tell me more about this Book of the Dead and this Cairo place."

His lips were just a breath away from Alice’s

“It is said that the book of the dead, given the right talisman, and the correct chants, and sacrifice can raise the dead.”

His body so close to hers that Alice could feel the heat radiating from it. As he spoke his lips brushed hers a soft sensual temptation. Yurgan’s lips brushed Alice’s in a soft fleeting kiss that was gone even before Alice could realized that she had been kissed.

She is not for you!

Came the haunting voice of the master in the dark haunted corridors of Yurgan Nakhte’s mind. Once more Yurgan was reminded that Alice was not for him but for the Master.

“Cairo……..”

There was a sadness and longing in the man’s voice.

“………..Cairo is a great city on the Nile and is filled with the most wonderful sights and smells.”

Yurgan painted the most vivid picture of the city with his words for the young innocent princess.

Alice has never been so close, so intimate with another person and somehow she is face to face with the man before her. In her thoughts she tried to resist, a need to back up and put some distance between them. However, her feet refused to obey the command. His body so close that the slightest movement caressed over her nipples, his breath and lips teasing her as he spoke. It all stirred the burning desires from within, forcing her crave for more.

A shiver trailed down her spine as his lips made the briefest of contacts with hers, for a split second she hoped he would kiss her. Though a soft whimper escaped as he stopped and continued. The sadness in his voice concerned her, almost questioning why he would be sad by this. In her eyes, this is the perfect moment that they could possibly share and he is sad by that. Instead of saying anything she listened to his story and smiled brightly with excitement to travel there. Leaving this world behind would be difficult at first, losing everything she is accustomed to, yet, she knew it wouldn't take much to thrive in a new world.

Placing a soft, tender hand on his cheek when he finished speaking and she looked right at him, as if seeing him in a different way for the first time. She didn't know if it was love, or just the lust that has been tormenting her, but she did know that she wanted him with her.

"As long as you are with me, I am sure it will be interesting. It does sound like a wonderful place to visit."

She spoke with some hesitation and before she could tell herself to stop, Alice closed the gap between them and kissed him. She didn't allow herself the time to question the action, going off what she needed instead and hoped he would respond.

Alice listen in rapture as Yurgan Spoke of the exotic sights and sounds of Cairo, of how the heat shimmered over the vast desert looking like the cool blue waters of Alice’s own northern home, and his lips so close so tempting. Yet Yurgan was taken by surprise when the young redheaded beauty suddenly tenderly caressed his cheek when he finished speaking and she looked right at him, as if seeing him in a different way for the first time.

"As long as you are with me, I am sure it will be interesting. It does sound like a wonderful place to visit."

There had been a slight hesitation in her soft sweet angelic voice as she continued to gaze up into his eyes. Then suddenly standing on her tip toes Alice closed the gap between them and kissed him. It was a chaste school girl kiss, as if this was the first time she had ever kissed a man. Yurgan Nakhte was caught off guard and before he knew it the tip of his tongue was sliding over the soft moist bow of Alice’s lips, over the even white ridge of her teeth, and seeking the sweetness of her chaste young mouth He drew Alice to him before the haunting voice of the master once more echoed in Yurgan’s mind. She is not for you……..not yet!”

Slowly Yurgan drew back from Alice’s seductive kiss. Her body was still crushed to him as he led her in his arms.

“Alice if you do not return to your mother than she will come looking for you. If we are to get away then you must return to the castle.”

Reluctantly Yurgan let Alice slip from his arms. He knew that the queen would be watching her daughter carefully for her Family, the Family Soturi, had been charged for centuries to keep the priest, astrologer Nakhte in the world of the dead a mummy neither alive nor dead but suffering the ravages of the dead. It was prophesized that it would be a virgin daughter of the house of Soturi that would lose Nakhte and that would bring darkness on the whole world. It was Yurgan’s mission to deliver that virgin daughter of the house of Soturi, to the master as a sacrifice, and Alice Soturi was to be that sacrifice.

“Till this evening Alice.”

The kiss lingered longer than she truly expected, however, not nearly long enough to move forward with. Then his words of going back home hit her since that is the last place she wanted to be. She knew her mother would be furious with her for being out this long as it is. With a heavy, regretful sigh, Alice pulled away from him when he let her go and she got dressed in the royal garb she wore yesterday, giving her mother another thing to cry about. Carefully she folded the white nightgown and laid it on the bed until later. The rush of how it made her feel vanished, leaving still highly aroused, only the stimulation of the gown no longer there.

She needed his help with a few of the ties that she couldn't reach, providing a good reason to get him to touch her again. Eventually Alice went on her way home, slowly at first just to waste more time, then picked up the pace of the horse to get all this over with. There were things she needed to take care of at the castle anyway, making it somewhat worthwhile. Once there, her mother was already waiting for her at the gates, with a scowling look of disappointment.

"Where have you been? You have kept the guests waiting far too...."

The queens' words were cut off as soon as she saw what her daughter wore, more anger flooded her eyes and she pointed towards the castle.

"Go inside and get changed! You can not wear that, it is filthy and how did you rip it? What am I going to do with you young lady?"

Alice mumbled something under breath though the Queen didn't hear it as Alice walked passed her to get changed and cleaned up. She didn't know what guests are here though, the news actually caught her off guard as she saw an unfamiliar carriage in the stables. Alice would have asked her mother what this is all about, but decided she'll find out sooner or later and from that point, she just went to her room where the maids were waiting.

After sometime Alice went down to find her mother and greet the guests that she knew nothing about. Luckily it is dinner time and she can distract herself a little more instead of having to be too overly formal at the throne. All she could think about is leaving this place with Yurgan and drifting thoughts of the kiss they shared. Alice could sense he is hiding something from her, yet couldn't tell what exactly that something is. Shaking her head, she sat down at the long dining table next to her mother as she spoke with five men, all various ages. One was very old like a great grandfather while another was more closer to her age. The other three appeared to be brothers, a few years apart in age. All five stood up and bowed to her as she came in the room, giving her mother a quizzical glare.

"Lord Wulfric here has asked for your hand, they are providing a better offer than what Lord Godefray has put on the table."

Her mother chimed in as if nothing is wrong with this idea, meanwhile Alice just smiled and did what she could to play nice about the whole thing. Held out her hand for them to kiss as she was taught to do, secretly looking forward to her escape out of here.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all."

Without wasting too much more time, they all sat back down to proceeded to eat and talk of the future together. The entire time, Alice kept wondering what Yurgan was doing to keep himself busy. Every so often she would smile shyly when thinking of their last few moments together. That smile naturally caught the attention of her potential future husband, giving him the idea that she is thinking of him.

Yurgan watched as Alice changed from out of the seductive white translucent gown to once more dawn a more conservative attire. It seemed that she was not shy about giving him glimpse of her supple young body as she changed. She had asked his assistance with the ties of her gown and had used that moment to press her body to his. Such temptation and yet the master’s voice had made it quite clear that this radiant beauty was not to be his, well at least not now.

The afternoon dragged on and slowly turned to evening and the evening turned to night. It was close to midnight when Yurgan heard the hoof beat of a single horse. He knew well the hoof beat of Alice’s little mare. He emerged from the young girl’s beloved homestead.

“Alice are you sure this is what you want?”

He asked knowing quite well that Alice was determined to go to seek adventure and leave the tedium of royal life far behind.

“You know we can only take a few of the scrolls, that you so love. I have selected the most important for our search of the Book of the Dead.”

Yurgan let Alice collect several scrolls that she could not part with. Then they were off and with each step of their mounts the life that Alice had known faded away and the dust of the road cloaked them. By the third week of hard travel Alice’s was sun tanned and not the pale young princess of the north. Yurgan was her confidant, her teacher and she his protégé, he once more the Historian.

During their travels dark dreams began to come to Alice each night dreams of the man his dark features becoming more real. This night he towered above Alice he reached down and drew her to her feet his lips crushed to hers and there was fire in his kiss.

“You shall be mine my sweet dove!”

In her dream this dark lover began to undo the buttons of Alice’s blouse, she could feel his hot breathe washing over her breasts and no matter how she tried it seemed that Alice could not wake from her dark dream.

The dinner had been long and drawn out, the man that is asking for her hand refused to let her go after a time. Kept claiming that they were soul mates and the whole night and shining armor spew. Sadly for him, Alice wanted nothing to do with him, though she didn't say anything to anyone. Finally she was able to escape him and retire for the night. She did take a small nap to reset her thought process, however, it wasn't a very long nap.

Her gut twisted in every possible direction as she snuck out of the castle dressed in mens clothing with the hooded cloak hiding her. The guards at the gate stopped her from leaving, though she made up some excuse without giving who she is away. With some hesitation, they allowed her to go and clearly didn't believe her. Yet, she gave them no reason to keep her there either.

She smiled upon seeing Yurgan and answering his questions without any hesitation at all, she wanted to leave and get as far from this place as possible. Alice made no mention of the new men her mother had found, recalling their earlier conversation and his reactions. A lesson learned and one to not be repeated, besides, it did not matter any longer since they will never see her again.

The three weeks had been difficult on her and a few times she felt home sick, missing the mountains of the north. For a short time the heavy travel and difference in the weather made her sick as she wasn't used to any of it. Though, that phase didn't last too long as Yurgan helped her with a variety of ways to adjust. The dreams on the other hand quickly became a whole new dilemma altogether.

For the first week and half she avoided the skull and any of the trinkets, not even wearing the gown as she thought they were all apart of the dreams. By the end of the second week however, the skull was out in the open and she started to wear the gown more often. Even going as far as buying similar gowns for everyday wear. Despite how many she would buy though, that one is the one she wore every night. There is a connection that she felt when wearing it and she noticed that when she wore the gown, the dreams were the strongest.

Still, she never spoke of her dreams to Yurgan, though she would ask questions that related to them in hopes of finding some answer. A few days ago she was afraid to sleep alone and asked Yurgan if he would stay with her from now on, to wake her if she couldn't wake on her own. The most she ever told him is that she has been having disturbing dreams, but couldn't go into details in fear of sounding like a mad raving lunatic.

Tonight happened to be a night where she couldn't wake up on her own. Physically she was panting hard and gripping the bedding beneath her. In the dream she was lost within the kiss of this strange man and felt that hungering need to return the kiss. She whimpered in her sleep as her body showed signs of being highly aroused, her back arched towards the breath she felt.

"Why... me? You are not real... I can not be yours..."

She spoke with heated breathe towards the priest, yet only whispered words in the world of the living. A couple of times she called to Yurgan, hoping he would save her from this dream. Yet nothing came from speaking his name. As the dream continued, feeling the mouth taking in one of her nipples, Alice gasped sharply. She arched in bed with her nipples harder than ever pushing through the thing material.

"Please... Stop this... My heart belongs to another..."

It was a weak excuse and a very feeble attempt to break free from this dead spirit that haunted her. In the room, she writhed on the bed as her legs rubbed together with need. If Yurgan was still in the room, he could pretty much do anything to her and her body would accept it eagerly. Alice felt trapped in the dream, one hand she wanted to wake up and be free of it. The other hand refused to wake up as it felt so real and unbelievably incredible. Alice had always fantasized Yurgan touching her like this, yet for some reason, she is dreaming of another man.

"Why... me? You are not real... I can not be yours..."

That dark haunting specter did not answer Alice but merely continued to unbutton her blouse and then he bared her firm young breasts to his dark haunting eyes.

"Please... Stop this... My heart belongs to another..."

His thumbs slide across Alice’s soft pale pink rosebud nipples.

my sweet dove your heart can belong to whoever you care but you and your body belong to me!”

The specters lips closed around Alice’s nipple. The eyeless sockets of the skull’s eyes seemed to glow with a dark life of their own and a smile seemed to bow the stark bones of the skull’s face.

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“Alice, Alice….”

Came Yurgan’s voice through the receding darkness of that terrifying dream that had seemed to possess Alice body and soul.

“Alice, Alice it is only a dream wake up.”

When the young beauty’s eyes fluttered open Yurgan hugged her to him.

She felt more trapped in this dream than in any other dream before. Deep down she felt the power of the skull and his words frighten her. Every nerve of her being told her to fight back, to push him away and run. Nothing obeyed those wishes when hearing a voice saying 'it is just a dream', in so many ways telling her it would be pointless to run.

At first she didn't hear her name as the specter spoke at the same time, telling her that she belongs to him. Shortly afterwards, she heard the familiar voice breaking through the thick cloud of the dream. Another moment passed before she finally woke up fully with tears welling in her hazel eyes.

She took one look at him, confirming to herself that it is him and she is back in the reality of things. Without out hesitation her face buried against his chest as she broke. Her sobs told him everything she couldn't say before, repeating what the dreams were of, how the skull makes her feel unsafe... Alice left nothing out, pouring it all out onto the table for him.

"I don't think I should have come here... These dreams grow stronger the more I stay. I do not wish to be his... I want to be yours... No one else... only you my sweet Yurgan."

Alice’s soft hazel eyes gazed up at him, confused at first and then slowly they cleared and focused confirming to herself that it was him, not the specter that had haunted her dreams and so terrified her. Without out hesitation her face buried against his chest as she broke and Alice sobbed. Slowly hesitantly the young beauty related her dream to Yurgan, her eyes possessed of a wild frighten look as the words bubbled from her lips now in a flood of emotions that Alice could no longer keep in check. It was then that she made her innocent confession.

"I don't think I should have come here......These dreams grow stronger the more I stay……..”

The young girl’s terror was evident in her soft angelic voice as she clung to Yurgan for dear life.

………..I do not wish to be his........

Alice paused for a moment and lifted her tear shimmering eyes to his.

………I want to be yours... No one else... only yours my sweet Yurgan."

Yurgan knew what the Master required of him. He bent his head and his lips slowly met hers. It was a soft innocent kiss at first, a kiss to reassure the frighten young innocent. Yet as that kissed chaste lingered and deepen it became more sensual, more seductive as the tip of Yurgan’s tongue slid across the bow of Alice’s lips and sought the summer wine sweetness of her innocent mouth. The passion slowly built until time stood still. Till there was no past, no future, just here, just now, just this one perfect kiss. Yurgan savored the feel of Alice’s firm young body against his own, the scent of her arousal so intoxicating, so seductive.

Slowly, reluctantly, his lips parted from hers, for the Master that Alice Soturi remain a virgin, her innocence sacrificed, so the Master could once more rule over the realm of man.

“Alice……..”

Yurgan breathed and his lips crushed once more to the young girl. He knew he must seduce her if he was to deliver her to his Master’s will.

The kiss at first stunned Alice momentarily. It wasn't at all what she expected from him, especially since he rejected when she kissed him back home. Or, at least it felt like rejection and she hadn't tried it sense then. The other reason is simply because she half expected a different reaction altogether. Back home if she spoke of such dreams, they would have her locked up in a heartbeat, or silenced in some form or another. Instead he kissed her slowly at first.

As the kiss became more and more passionate, the fear started to vanish and the lust from before replaced it. For a time it felt as though she was back in the dream world, only this time it is far more pleasant. Alice responds without hesitation and held onto him tightly, afraid of letting go. A soft whimper escaped when broke the kiss to say her name, which caused her heart to soar even higher.

Slowly her hands slid down his back and pulled the hem of his shirt up, not allowing herself to stop as she wanted..... rather needed... to feel more of him. Alice needed to feel his skin against her own and when her hands did make contact, she gasped softly into the kiss. Her hands had a mind of their own after feeling the heat of his soft skin, they roamed up and down his spine as if they were seeking for something more.

Alice had already been aroused by the dream, making it easy for her to respond almost instantly towards him. One thing about Alice is that she is very responsive and had a secret that no one knew, not even her own handmaidens knew. They had their suspicions when giving her a bath, but didn't fully know the extent of how much she truly loves being touched. Yurgan right now is discovering exactly how sensitive she is towards a lovers touch.

"I need you Yurgan.... Please... Make this fear go away..."

She whispered in between kisses.

The Master was in Yurgan’s head, in his body as his lust flared his lips pressed hungrily and demandingly to Alice’s. His kiss became more and more passionate, the fear replaced by lust. Reality and the fantasy of her dream world slowly darkening entwining to become one, far more pleasant than anything she had ever experienced in her young sheltered life. The Master within savored Alice’s responds without hesitation her gorgeous supple young body pressed to hers even as the innocent young beauty held onto him tightly, apparently afraid to let him go. A soft whimper escaped Alice’s soft ripe lips he when broke the kiss to say her name,

Alice

Alice already been aroused by her dark dream respond almost instantly. Her delicate hands slowly slid down his back. Her own growing lust had the young innocent pulled the hem of his shirt from his trousers. She gasped softly as her fingers caressed a man’s naked flesh for the first time. The first naïve caress seemed to lose something in the stunning young redhead. Those soft delicate hands had a mind of their own after feeling the heat of his soft skin, they roamed up and down his spine as if they were seeking for something more. Then Alice gasped,

"I need you Yurgan.... Please... Make this fear go away..."

The young innocent sensually whispered in between adoring kisses that bathed his face and pressed hungrily to his lips.

Introduce my little dove to carnal pleasure seduce her but do not violate her virginity.

Yurgan’s lips parted from Alice’s. They clung to hers until the last possible moment. Yurgan Nakhte took a step back his dark brooding eyes beheld Alice as if he was seeing her for the first time. As his eyes held hers the intoxicating fragrance of the young virgin’s arousal filled his nostrils his fingers toyed with the first button of the girl’s blouse. One by one the little pearl buttons surrendered to Yurgan’s fingers slowly he pulled Alice’s blouse from the waistband to her skirt exposing her firm young breasts to him cradled in her lacy white bra. Yurgan slipped the blouse from the young innocent’s ivory shoulders. He then slipped the straps of her bra to hang loosely over her arms before he freed the clasp of Alice bra. The little lacey scrape fluttered to the ground to join her blouse. Yurgan’s head bent to the young girl’s breast, the tip of his tongue lazily circled Alice’s virgin nipple before he in haled it, rolled it along the ridged roof of his mouth as he continued the young innocncent’s seduction.

His actions were too similar to what had happened in the dream that Alice had to open her eyes, reassuring that it is Yurgan. Confirming to herself that this is reality and no longer a dream, that it is Yurgan touching and kissing her instead of some phantom being. Still, his kiss and the slow movements that it took to take her top off kept causing flashes of the dream to creep in.

As Yurgan focused her breasts, she glanced towards the skull and this time saw the face that used to own it. That happened to be the same moment when she felt her nipple being consumed by Yurgan. Instantly her attention went back to the man pleasuring her now as her back arched sharply. Deep down she honestly didn't know what is happening to her, unable to comprehend why she acting this way. But on the surface she wanted so much more and only Yurgan can give it to her.... The dreams were just that... dreams, nothing more.

Yurgan is the reality she needed and in no time at all, he had her fully aroused that she couldn't tell if she was laying down or floating in the clouds.

"Please... Yurgan... I..."

She didn't know what to beg for. Truth is she wasn't sure if she was ready to make love to him or not, sure her body begged for it. Yet, something held her back from going that far, some deeper voice telling her she needed to wait.... The reasons were unclear though. Her legs were rubbing together as he kept suckling her nipple, falling into a world she hasn't explored up until now.

Yurgan held the young girl’s puckered and perked rosebud nipple between his teeth and inhaled deeply. Alice’s back arched sharply as her seducer bathed her taunt little pale pink nipple feverous flesh in a cool stream of air. He smiled, his tongue flicking at the tip of her nipple as Alice whimpered and gasped at the new sensation he was awakening in her chaste young body. The girl’s nipple slipped from between his lips in a sensual little POP. Yurgan smiled up into Alice’s smoldering soft eyes as his head bent to her neglected nipple.

As Yurgan feasted on Alice’s nipples, suckling each in turn. Then his tongue began to explore the contours of the little redhead’s breasts. Sensual little kisses, seductive little lover’s nips, and sinfully erotic tonguing floated down across Alice’s quivering abdomen. The soft metallic whisper of her skirt’s zippers sensually caressed the young virgin’s senses. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Alice’s skirt and slowly worked the material over the sensual swell of the girl’s hips, the skirt fluttering down her legs to pool around Alice’s ankles. Now only the young virgin’s lacey white panties offered her any sense of modesty. Yet Yurgan did not give Alice a chance to think to hesitate or to baulk at what was happening to her. Yurgan ‘s thumbs now hooked into the waistband of Alice’s panties. Those kisses, nips, and sinful tonguing caressed each newly bared patch of her silken skin.

Yurgan pressed a sensually seductive kiss to Alice’s newly barred pussy. His hot moist breath set the sparse downy copper fleece dance so seductively with each breath. Yurgan’s tongue snaked out to taste the chaste young innocent for the first time.

Awaken our sweet little Dove’s carnal desires, teach her to please a man with her mind and sweet virgin mouth. Her virginity is MINE.

The Master’s voice, His warning echoing in Yurgan’s mind as he continued Alice’s seduction.

Alice tried to hang onto what sanity she could, to remain here in the present time with Yurgan. Yet, as he worked her body into a frenzy, all with just one nipple. It wasn't until he began working on the neglected one that she lost it and fell into the haze of pure lust. No other thought mattered, she could feel the presence of The Master the further she slipped into the unknown world of forbidden pleasure.

Whimpered loudly when he worked his way down, leaving her nipples to the cold air kissing the wetness he left behind. If she didn't know any better, she could have came if he had kept going a little longer. Instead, she felt the skirt slipping down her writhing thighs, his fingers trailing along the length of her long slender legs drove her insane. Then came time for the panties and she cried out softly as the cool air kissed her highly aroused nether lips.

She couldn't resist at that point even if she truly wanted to and her legs parted easily for him. There is a slight tinge of self conscious thinking as she watched him kiss her there. In that split second, she shied back to reality when realizing a man is staring and kissing her in the private of areas of her body.

"I... ache there... Yurgan... I-I-I have this... this strange.. feeling... I... I can't explain it..."

Alice couldn't imagine having anyone between her legs like this, she figured he would have simply taken her with his cock. Yet, there is room for questions and she couldn't form a coherent thought to make sense of any question. He is older, much older than she is and all she could do in that moment is put her trust in him. He had to know what he is doing... right? He must have been with many women in his days... Whereas, she hadn't even kissed a man until that day they left her home.

That split second came and went the second she felt his tongue licking her soaking slit. For the first time, her eyes finally rolled shut as her hands gripped the bedding.

Awaken our sweet little Dove’s carnal desires; teach her to please a man with her mind and sweet virgin mouth. Her virginity is MINE.

The raspy dry voice of the master echoed in the darkest coroners of Yurgan’s mind. He was brought back to the present as Alice gasped.

"I... ache there... Yurgan... I-I-I have this... this strange.. feeling... I... I can't explain it..."

There was a sad desperation in the young virgin’s soft angelic voice as nothing in her young sheltered life could have prepared her for the overwhelming sensations that now engulfed her. For his part Yurgan feasted on her innocence, his tongue lapping at her virginal folds. The tip of his tongue flicking at Alice’s hooded clit with each lap of his tongue until that sweet pearl of passion was throbbing with a sinful need a need that burned in the very core of the young girl’s being. Oh Yurgan knew what her gorgeous supple young body needed, what it desired, and yet Yurgan did not grant her what her treacherous young body desired, well not until she was hopelessly lost. He kept Alice tittering on the edge for what seemed like an eternity. Then with a flick of his tongue he drove Alice over the brink, as the hapless young beauty was consumed body and soul by her first orgasm.

Yurgan gave Alice only a moment to recover from the soul searing experience before casually ripping several more orgasms from her luscious young body.

Alice couldn't breathe and he kept her at that edge, on the verge of begging him for something she didn't understand. He made her body burn, building up the sensations that couldn't find release. He did all this with just his mouth and it shattered her innocent mind into a thousand pieces. Her body arched and writhed painfully with desire, craving to reach the other side of that edge. She had no way of knowing how long he kept her teetering between reality and the abyss of pleasure. However, she can say for certain that she couldn't get enough of it.

That one final lick sent that jolt she so desperately needed and she screamed out, clutching the sheets with a death grip of sheer pleasure. Her back arched in ways she didn't think it could as her entire quaked, shattering the reality from her grasp as she fell into that forbidden world of pleasure. No one had ever told her that it could feel this incredible, only that she is meant for one purpose, that her pleasure to any man did not matter. Yurgan had proven that to be wrong and just when she felt the rush of that shattering climax die down, his wonderful mouth went right back to work.

Alice couldn't believe it and didn't think she could continue. After that one orgasm, there wasn't a chance to hold the others back. They came in waves, one right after the other and her clit became too sensitive to control when the next rushing climax raced up into her core. Time had no meaning and she came over and over until she couldn't give him anymore, slowly fading into the darkened abyss. A place beyond this world as her body started shivering uncontrollably from the spent energy he forced her nerves to endure.

Yurgan savored the sweet nectar of Alice’s innocent arousal as the young virgin shattered into a thousand points of light as he was consumed by her first orgasm. Soon time had no meaning as the young beauty came over and over until she couldn't give him anymore, slowly fading into the darkened abyss. A place beyond this world as her body started shivering uncontrollably from the spent energy he forced her nerves to endure.

As Alice faded into that world of darkness, neither truly awake, nor truly unconscious, her gorgeous supple young body humming with the unimagined ecstasy of her recent soul searing orgasms she entered a world where reality and dreams existed together. That that shadowy figure that had haunted her dreams once more came to her, he seemed more solid, more real that he had ever appeared before. This time Alice could feel sensual warmth as the back of his hand caressed her cheek. The way his dark eyes seemed to know burn into her soul, His dark bronze finger so real as it slid down the sensual bow of her slender neck. As it slid down that sweetly scented valley between Alice’s firm proud young breasts. He let his finger sensually explore the contours of the young virgin’s breasts. That finger lazily circled each of her dusky pink areolas in turn until they were puffy little pillows crowned by peaked and puckered nipples. The scrape of his finger nail trailed down over Alice’s quivering belly.

Her ghostly tormentor unblinking eyes held Alice’s captured in his gaze.

“You shall be mine for all eternity!:

As he spoke his fingers slid along Alice’s virginal folds. Then slid into her chaste young body. It all felt so horribly really as her ghostly tormentor fingered fucked the young virgin as she was trapped half way between her world and his.

Alice was to mentally exhausted to fight the dream world, to lost in the after glow that Yurgan provided to fight.... Him. His touch wasn't anything like Yurgans' and she whimpered when he reached her nipples. A tiny voice told her that this isn't real, to fight back and return to Yurgan. Instead, Alice fell deeper into the dream and melted to the touch of this ghostly man.

His gaze held her captive and no matter what she did, she couldn't break away from that gaze. The teasing touch caused more whimpers and gasps as his fingers trailed lowered. “You shall be mine for all eternity!" echoed in her ears when suddenly this fingers made contact. Even if it is just a dream, the idea of what Yurgan had done down there kept her extremely tender and it felt too real to deny the reaction.

"W-why me? I-I am no one special..."

She tried to hold back the increasing build of sensations, trying harder than ever to fight with what little strength she did have to not submit to this being. She didn't want to give in to his touch, allowing him the satisfaction of seeing the pleasure he created.

"Please... I... I-I can't...."

It was then she lost all resolve and cried out, soaking his fingers with her juices as her eyes rolled shut and her body arched so beautifully for him. Alice attempted to close her legs, wanting to escape, yet instead, her legs had other ideas and spead apart for him. Her very own body wasn't listening to her, betraying her by the passing second.