Nebhet Hotep
flounced into her quarters and slammed the door, throwing herself into a chair and scowling at the floor. She
couldn't believe how he treated her, the mother of his important children,
*****NOTES OF SOPHIA OF WISDOM III - CAROLYN BESSETTE MADE HERSELF MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN BACK THEN AND THINKS THAT SHE
IS STEP MOTHER TO MY CHILDREN NOW...
SHE BELIEVES I AM JOHN F. KENNEDY, JR. WIFE IF THIS IS THE CASE...
NOW I KNOW SHE IS A CON ARTIST AND WANTS SOMETHING FOR NOTING...
SHE ALSO KNOWS MICHAEL BERGIN IS HER SOUL MATE AND WILL BE WITH HIM IN THE END BUT WANTS JOHN F. KENNEDY, JR. NOW AND
JOHN PAYS FOR MICHAEL BERGIN'S CAREER IN THE MEAN TIME AND I GET TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF MY MAGICAL POWERS...
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his first and great royal wife. He should have been with her tonight; but no, she was certain he'd gone to LADY Rayet, the cowering strumpet.
Ra had always liked her better. It was either because she was his sister, or because she was always
so--accommodating.
He still visited them both, but he went to LADYRayet more often, if the number of children she'd
given him was any indication.
Nebhet suspected that he even sneaked to her room occasionally in the middle of the night.
He'd done so with Nebhet a few times, in the past; but that had been before LADYRayet. She'd been
happy enough before LADY Rayet.
She looked over at her mirror, sitting on a table. Had he actually
gone to her?
He would come to Nebhet usually after some confrontation, or when he was angry; she was the perfect outlet for his anger,
which she always managed to convert into passion, so their nights together were always stormy, and even wild at times. Yet
he never visited her when in a good mood. He must go to LADY Rayet then.
She
kept thinking, he'd been in a good mood tonight.
Slowly, she rose, and went to pick up the mirror. She took a breath,
and concentrated.
The copper surface swirled. An image started to form; a dim image, shrouded in shadow, flickering
lamplight the only thing illuminating it.
Anger flared up in her chest and her fists clenched when she saw what she'd been looking for--a bed, from above, the
two figures in it occupied.
The dim shape on top was naked and moving slowly, buttocks contracting, then releasing, and tightening again. Beneath
it--a female figure, her arms draped over its shoulders, her legs hugging its hips.
Her head was tipped back, her eyes shut. A light sheen of sweat covered them both.
Nebhet wanted to smash
the mirror in her rage. Ra hadn't gone to her; he'd had her called to him.
The bed was his own, and they were making love in it. They hadn't even covered themselves; as her view shifted she could
see them from the side.
Ra's thick panting filled the air.LADY Rayet's breasts pushed against him when she strained. He lifted
his head from kissing her neck to feel them, his fingers gently caressing their curves, tracing delicate patterns over her
nipples. She sucked in her breath and moved her head from side to side.
Ra's hands slid underneath her to feel and splay her buttocks; LADYRayet let
out a long, low moan, arching and rocking slowly with him. He repositioned himself and Nebhet heard his panting grow heavier.
She ground her teeth with fury. Why, why had he called her? Why wasn't Nebhet good enough? Why did he only come to
her in anger--why was LADY Rayet the one to experience him in so many ways? She'd watched them before;
they made love in many ways besides this--she'd seen him allow LADY Rayet on top of him, and in his lap,
and once they'd coupled standing up, Ra gently pressing her against a column and thrusting while her thighs embraced him.
Once she'd even accidentally happened on them enjoying each other in the courtyard pool! She'd come looking for Ra only
to find him and LADY Rayet reclining in the water, LADY Rayet giggling softly and
twirling a lotus before his face as he smiled and held her to him; the water hadn't managed to conceal the fact that beneath
the surface, their legs were twined together, their hips meeting in union.
It was only Nebhet's abject embarrassment and apologies that had spared her from Ra's temper. The only satisfaction she'd
gained was knowing that LADY Rayet had been embarrassed too.
But the moment that had by far infuriated
her the most was when she'd seen them in one of the outdoors courtyards in the open, under the moonlight, LADY Rayet
lying on the ground on her stomach, resting her head on her arms, and Ra crouched atop her hips with his head tilted forward,
swaying slowly.
The moon silhouetted them. Nebhet could remember clearly the way Ra's thighs clasped LADYRayet's
prone body, the way his hands fondled and spread her buttocks further, the way he'd thrust, urging himself into her gently.
While she barely moved, just letting him pleasure himself with her.
Nebhet had gone back behind a column, too angered and humiliated to watch; but the sound of their soft cries of desire
haunted her still. Ra never moaned that way for her.
In her mirror now, they were moving faster, their hips pumping
into each other, Ra breathing quickly as he pushed, moving up and down. LADYRayet wrapped her legs around
him welcomingly.
Nebhet slammed down the mirror. She could watch no more; if she did, she knew her anger would never die. Instead she
went to her bed and lay down with her hands before her face, alone.
* * * * *
LADYRayet
trailed her fingers over the muscles of Ra's back as he moved, pushing into her. The hot fanning of his breath over her face
she welcomed, and the touch of his hand upon her breast; she'd loved him since her youth, but had never found the courage
to tell him, not even when it had come time for him to take a wife and he'd chosen Nebhet Hotep, the daughter
of Amon and Mut. Everyone had seen the match as a purely political one, but a wise one as well, as the two were suited
in temperament. LADYRayet had said nothing, merely watched the marriage with an aching
heart.
*****NOTES OF SOPHIA OF WISDOM III - HERE IS MORE PROOF THAT CAROLYN BESSETTE AND THE OTHER MOTHER'S
OF DARKNESS HAVE MARRIED MY RIGHTFUL HUSBAND - THE FIRST FATHER TO ME LIFE TIME AFTER LIFE TIME...AND THEY DIDN'T THINK
I WOULD CATCH THEM USING MY MAGIC TO CHANGE BODIES...
*****NOTES OF SOPHIA OF WISDOM III - I CAN'T BELIEVE CAROLYN BESSETTE MADE HERSELF OUR DAUGTHER AND
THE FIRST WIFE OF HER FATHER RA....
take a wife and he'd chosen Nebhet Hotep, the daughter of Amon and Mut
She wasn't certain what had, several years into the marriage, turned her older brother's eye her way; but something had,
and she hadn't rejected it.
When he had asked for her hand she'd submitted demurely; he'd seemed to appreciate her meekness as the opposite of what
he was, and she'd carried the behavior to his bed. By right of law Nebhet's children were to supersede hers in importance,
as Nebhet was the great royal wife;
LADY Rayet didn't much care, as all that she'd wanted was Ra.
Nebhet had looked none too happy when they'd retired from the wedding banquet to his quarters.
LADY Rayet herself had been a little frightened, but also excited, her heart
beating hard in her chest; she'd desired him all her life, and the moment had come, she was pure and ready for him. Still
he'd been most gentle with her, removing her clothes in the dim light with most of the lamps extinguished, and taking time
to ready her with his fingers playing over her most secret area until she trembled in anticipation; his swift entry had been
searing and painful, but the slightest touch of his hand to her abdomen had ended that, as she recognized his healing power
coursing through her and banishing the pain.
Needless to say she had let him make love to her all night, enjoying his feel, and the knowledge that all she had ever
wanted was now hers--his pleasure was her pleasure--and she'd only lamented the coming of dawn when he'd had to leave her
to bring the daylight.
He'd touched her once again, to remove the ache of exertion from her body; thereafter she'd spent most of the day lying
spent in his bed, until nightfall brought him back, and with him the tender ache, the sweet feel of him within her.
In
the days afterward, he'd come to her bed nightly two weeks in a row.
She harbored no jealousy for Nebhet, though she
knew the royal wife envied the time Ra spent with her, which was increasingly more often. He went to Nebhet only when extremely
angry; Rayet didn't care to guess how they spent the time.
She feared and respected her husband's temper and authority; she'd seen how furious he could get the one time Nebhet
had appeared while they passed their time in the pool. That time had been enjoyable, at least at first; when Nebhet had shown
up out of nowhere she could tell that Ra had thought she'd
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