From Love Comes Great Joy, Part 11 : Love Transcending Time

Huge, balls of fur laid underneath the blanket of the bed, appearing to be shifting here and there. The shadow thought that they were a bunch of stuffed toys, but then it got the biggest shock of it’s life.

Pairs of yellow and violet eyes opened up on the fur balls, blinking up at him.

The shadow screamed as the sea of brown fur, yellow/violet eyes, and green claws jumped from the bed at him, tackling him to the ground in a furry embrace, each giving off a purring coo. Through the mass of brown and green, with the occasional flash of lightning, the shadow could barely see two weird-looking occupants on the bed, and knew he was caught.

“This was a really stupid idea to begin with Ryuan,” a female voice stated, almost purring.

“Aw come on,” a deep male voice almost whined, “You know you liked it. I almost had you damn near roaring to the moon before that ass came in.”

“In any case, let’s see who he or she is.”

There was some shuffling and ruffling of clothes as they were hastily put on, then the sea of fur that kept the shadow immobile parted enough for him to see a tall male with ice-blue hair and deep blue eyes, accompanied by a female with long blond hair and blue eyes that had hints of grey. It screamed as another flash of lightning revealed their wings, tails, and other abnormalities.

“I think I know this guy,” the male said, leaning down and sniffing him, “He watched my master duel.”

“Let’s pump some information from him then,” the female replied and the two advanced the intruder until he was in a corner, with nowhere to run or hide.

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Yami turned the water from his shower off, eyes closed to keep any and all soapy water from running into his eyes as he gropes around blindly for a towel. One hand clutches the towel rack while the other grabs the soft, fluffy towel awaiting him.

He dries his face first, then his mop of wet hair as he steps up and dries the rest of himself, the heat of his shower keeping the room warm and himself as well. He felt refreshed from the shower and wished that they had them in Ancient Egypt. They could have really helped him, especially after a stressful day. He slips on his bathrobe, but stops before tying it shut as the mirror captures the scar he had obtained from surgery close to three months ago.

He slowly ghosted his fingers over the pale mark on his tanned flesh and felt like a failure all over again. His daughter could have died when he put both their lives at risk when taking that bullet for his Aibou. He knew it wasn’t his fault and that no one saw it coming, but the guilt was still there and hadn’t faded yet at all.

“You shouldn’t keep blaming yourself Yami,” the red-eyed teen turned to see Yugi at the door, looking serious.

“I can’t help it Aibou,” Yami replied, lowering his head. Yugi embraced his husband, trying to comfort him from the fears of that day. He really didn’t like it when Yami was upset, for his son can feel it through their link and that made the poor, unborn child uncomfortable.

“Let’s go to our room,” Yugi said after a moment of silence and Yami nodded, tying his robe.

Their room was much bigger now, thanks to the renovations, and the children’s rooms were done as well. There wasn’t much that needed to be done before the twins arrived, so the two were taking this time to relax. Nikore looked up from her book as her kois walked in and she went to make as much room on the bed for them as she could, her large belly not helping matters at all.

Yugi carefully sat down on the bed, watching Yami toss his robe aside and dried his hair with a hair dryer. He knew his kois were staring at him, and it made him fell a little better about himself. He grabs a clean pair of boxers and sweat shorts, slipping them on and joining Yugi and Nikore on the bed, the three snuggling up to each other as the lights were turned off for them to sleep.

Yami didn’t go to sleep at first, just basking in the love he had for the two mothers of his children. He then began to remember how they all first met, to his wedding in Egypt, then to his first wedding night...

FLASHBACK

Nikolitta walked into the Pharaoh’s bedchamber, dressed in her wedding attire, and was greeted by a young slave that looked almost like the Pharaoh himself! She would have mistaken him for her new husband, but she knew this slave and did not make that mistake.

“Hello your highness,” the slave bowed, and Nikolitta raised a hand to stop him.

“Just because I am married to Atemu,” Nikolitta smiled, “doesn’t change anything. I know you are his first love and I still respect that Solas. When do you think Atemu will be arriving?”

“The High Council had called in a meeting so I don’t know,” Solas replied, sitting on the large canopy bed, “I am worried though. Do you think a war may be starting soon?”

“No doubt by the looks of several people here tonight,” the blond princess answered, taking off her heavy head piece, “I just hope Atemu will be alright.”

A few minutes later, several servants came in to fill the sunken tub in the room connected to the bedchamber, decorating it with petals and scented oils. Seth walked into the room to take Solas to his for tonight, but Atemu walked in beforehand.

“That won’t be necessary tonight Seth,” the Pharaoh said, “although I appreciate the thought.”

“As you say,” Seth bowed and left with the servants, the large golden doors closing behind them.

“How are you feeling,” Atemu asked, taking off his cape.

“A bit nervous,” Nikolitta confessed, taking off her cloak and giving it to Solas, “Is there any trouble with the High Council?”

“Just some old, unurgent issues,” the pharaoh replied, offering his hand. Nikolitta accepts and the two walked into the adjoined room, taking care to remove each other’s clothing and jewelry. Solas collects the clothing and takes it back into the bedchamber, turning down the bed as he awaits his new masters.

Atemu kneels before the tub and tests the water with his hand. Satisfied with the temperature, he steps in and helps Nikolitta. As part of the marriage ritual, the Pharaoh and his new bride wash each other in the blessed oiled water before they consummate their marriage. Solas couldn’t be a part of this ritual, not matter how much Atemu wanted him to be.

“I wanted to thank you again for protecting Aibou from that man,” the tri-color ruler said, relaxing in the warm water, “I don’t know what I would do without Aibou.”

“He means so much to you Atemu,” the blond queen replied with a soft smile, “It is the duty of the Queen to keep the Pharaoh happy at the cost of her own life, at least that’s what my mother told me a lot.”

“I don’t really like the sound of that,” Atemu frowned slightly, for his feelings for his wife were becoming as strong as his for Solas, “but enough of that. Come here.”

Nikolitta did as told, and Atemu began to wash her with a bath cloth, starting with her cheeks, them moving downward to her shoulders in soft, soothing circles. The new queen held still, enjoying the soft touches as the cloth traveled around her neck, collar bone, and down to the valley of her breasts, where she was pulled a bit closer by her new husband. Atemu situated her on his lap, sensing she will swoon on what he will do next.

Nikolitta gasped as the cloth brushed her right breast, Atemu’s fingers playing with the hardening nub as he continued to wash her. A second cloth floated in the water, and Nikolitta grasped enough sense from the pleasure that was soon fogging her mind that she has to clean Atemu as well. She slides the cloth from the water, up Atemu’s well- muscled arm, and around his neck.

Atemu moans as he is being clean, the two of them making the act a seductive matter. He felt light-headed, as his blood began to rush to the junction between his legs. Nikolitta felt Atemu’s heart beat faster under her clothed hand, then nearly jumped as she felt something hard brush the curls of her womanhood, a questionable look crossing her features.

Atemu wanted to chuckle at her naiveness, but didn’t want to offend her. After all, she was untrained in the eyes of love, and that was proven when she stopped her hand at his navel, her eyes coming across his manhood that stood stiff between them and fear crept into her eyes as she had realized she came near unknown territory. Atemu lifted her chin with his finger, a soft smile of understanding on his face, as he took both of her hands in his, already tired of the bath.

He brought her to her feet and lead her out of the tub, grabbing long, drying cloths to dry them off. Nikolitta felt strange warmth spreading through her body and decided to let Atemu lead the consummation, believing he knows what to do. Solas took the drying cloths when they were done and place them in a pile of clothes that would be picked up by the laundress in the morning, then waited for further instructions.

Atemu lead Nikolitta to the bed, erection bouncing proudly before him with each step. He took his wife into his arms, trying to ease her fears with soft strokes to her soft, smooth back before lying down on the bed ad taking her with him. She fit so well in his arms, much like Solas, and her soft skin felt like silk to him. Gently, he lays on top of her and lowers his lips to her own, kissing her for the second time in his life (the first was at the wedding), and possibly many more to come.

Nikolitta moans as she felt her husband’s lips upon hers, trying catch on with how to kiss, then felt something warm and wet touch her lips. Realizing what it was due to her sister’s shameless performances of kissing in public, she timidly opens her mouth, and Atemu’s tongue slid in, slowly mapping every crevice. Nikolitta slowly slid her tongue into his own mouth, but just as quickly brought it back into her own, causing Atemu to chuckle.

“There’s no need to be shy,” the pharaoh said, breaking their kiss to look into those beautiful pools of silver and blue, “I plan on doing this for a long time, if you will let me that is.”

Nikolitta said nothing, feeling her head get foggy. Her body felt like Ra was heating her up with his rays while on his daily voyage, and it felt like she was getting hotter. Atemu kissed his way down her neck, nibbled on her collarbone, and slid his tongue down to the valley of her breasts, feeling her heartbeat pick up. She begins to pant, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and Atemu couldn’t resist any long and takes one of her breasts into his hot mouth. Nikolitta cries out as his tongue plays with her nipple, causing her to arch her back. Her husband was prepared, and widened his mouth more to take her tender flesh in, sucking gently so as to not hurt her. He soon switched breasts, using his hand to pleasure the neglected breast and enjoying the soft sounds his wife was making.

Solas felt himself go heard as his masters were pleasuring themselves, but refused to touch himself or walked to the bed yet. He will come when it was time. (A/N: In more than one way. Lol)

Atemu spread Nikolitta’s thighs, the blond helping him and he slid between them, licking his way down her stomach, and stopping just as his chin came in contact with the blond curls of her womanhood, taking the time to smell her arousing, sweet scent. He takes a glance at Solas, and notices the poor boy’s discomfort, obviously given away by the tent in his skit. With a grin, he motions for him to come over while he lowers his lips to Nikolitta’s nether lips and licks the slick juices that were pooling there. The queen almost screams as Atemu touches her where no other had before, then notices Solas joining them, looking somewhat pained. With somewhat and idea born out of what she heard in whispered rumors and her curiosity, she pulls him closer and helps him take off his clothes. Solas wasn’t as built as Atemu, but was getting there and his skin was almost as soft as clouds while tanned as the color of earth. She pulled him onto the bed, gasping as her husband slipped his tongue passed her nether lips and was almost inside of her, and began kissing the tri-color slave.

Solas moaned as he kissed the queen, running his fingers through her exotic blond hair. He settled more comfortably on the bed, loving how Nikolitta’s soft hands ran along his body, his heart swelling at being loved by these two beautiful people that everyone considered gods. He gasped as her soft hand found his erection, and experimentally takes it into her light grip.

Atemu watched with lustful eyes as his Aibou was being pleasured, and was thankful Nikolitta accepted him into their lives. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, stretching her virgin entrance while Solas looked at him for anything else he had to do. Nikolitta had her eyes closed, her body trying to get use to the intruding fingers while she was trying to figure out what her body needed to satisfy itself. Something definitely more than Atemu’s fingers...

The tri-color pharaoh jerked his head towards the jar of oil on a stand next to the bed, and the tri-color slave got the idea. Nikolitta blinked when Solas removed her hand and gave it a kiss before walking off, but she had no time to question when Atemu began kissing her again with a fevor, trying to distract her as he positioned himself. The blond queen gasped into the kiss as she felt something much larger than Atemu’s fingers enter her, her body stretching to accommodate for the invader. Solas returned, but went out of her line of sight, and she gave a small yelp when Atemu’s hard member touched her barrier of innocence, feeling a little pain.

“I’m sorry,” Atemu whispered, kissing her again and rocked his hips, breaking through her hymen. Nikolitta screamed into the kiss, the pain intense, almost like she was being ripped apart. Tears escaped her tightly-closed eyelids and she feared there was more pain to come. Atemu kept very still once he could go no further, and cursed himself for hurting her so badly. She was very tight and tense, trying to get over the pain while unconsciously squeezing his erection and he feared he may come too soon.

“I’m so sorry love,” Atemu whispered, wiping away Nikolitta’s tears. Teary blue eyes opened and look straight into Atemu’s red eyes and he felt another stab of guilt for what he had done. Solas sat on the bed beside them and waited, knowing this was the hard part. It hurt him too when he was first taken by Atemu, but the pleasure felt afterwards was beyond measure. When Nikoltta began to calm down, Atemu turned his head to Solas and nodded.

Nikolitta looked up when she heard Atemu grunt. Solas had coated his fingers with the oil from the jar and had slipped one into the pharaoh’s entrance, stretching him. She watches with curiosity until Atemu yelps and almost falls on her, turning a questioning look at him, for her voice was no longer working.

Atemu grinned, then moaned as Solas kept hitting that spot deep within him. Once he felt his master was ready, he coats himself and replaces his fingers with his own aching need, moaning at the tightness. Atemu also moans as he was filled, then gasps as Nikolitta shift a little to get comfortable. It was too much for her; her husband making love to her while his equally handsome lover making love to him. She didn’t know how long she can hold on from something that was coming, something she didn’t know what, but she had the suspicion it would bring life- changing possibilities for all of them.

Slowly, Atemu began to move, sliding out of Nikolitta and pushing Solas fully into him, then back into Nikolitta and Solas pulling out of him until the head of his erection remained. He kept this up for a bit before Solas began to move, Nikolitta unsure what to do at this point remaining still, but now calmer and more relaxed.

It felt like heaven to the three as they moved in the dance as old as time itself, sweat coating their forms and making the sheets sticky. Nikolitta never felt anything like this before, being loved and worshipped like she was Isis herself, her body hypersensitive to each touch and each touch bring more pleasure washing throughout her form. Atemu love being in the middle, taking and being taken at once. It gave him double the pleasure and ensuring that this will most definitely happen again in the near future. Solas did his best to please his master, for it was rare that he would be in the position of dominance, and he still felt inexperience, almost afraid of going faster and displeasing both of them. When he felt Atemu push harder against him, he took it as a sign to go faster.

Their rhythm became faster, Atemu barely moving as Solas continued thrusting into him, hitting the bundle of nerves deep within him. Their moans and cries could possibly be heard by the guards standing outside, or through the large window that gave the room a beautiful view of the city, but neither cared at this point. Nikolitta could barely do anything as her satin walls were massage by Atemu, and felt like she couldn’t last anymore against the waves of pleasure. One final large wave did her in, and she cried out to the heavens as her body convulsed, something releasing from her and causing her vision to go white. Atemu felt her channel constricting around his almost-painful erection and grunted as he came, filling her with his seed. Solas almost gave a shriek as he also came, marking the pharaoh as his, just like the many times Atemu marked him.

Atemu maneuver himself so he would fall onto Nikolitta’s side, unable to hold himself up any longer. Solas collapsed onto Atemu, panting heavily from exhaustion. Nikolitta felt like she was about to fall asleep, her body and mind too worn out to stay awake.

She felt something soft touch her forehead after awhile and opened her tired eyes to see Solas giving her a kiss. He lowered his lips to give her a gentle kiss, then slid to her side while Atemu settled on her other side, feeling the exhaustion throughout the room. The two males cuddled up with Nikolitta as the three of them went to sleep.

END FLASHBACK

Yami smiled to himself, for that was the night the three became bonded forever. Feeling his eyelids become heavy, he slid them shut to get some sleep when he heard Nikore speak up.

“Yami,” her voice was groggy with sleep, “Your hard-on is poking me in the stomach.”

TBC Next Chapter: After nine months, Yugi goes through some final changes and preparations are made for the arrival of the twins. Meanwhile, Lyla gets the information she needs on the new enemy and they are closer then the gang thinks. I need to update my other fics, so the next chapter won’t be for awhile. However, if you have any suggestions, or would like to give me names for the kids coming into the world (I still need names for Marik and Bakura’s kids), please review/email me. Plus, please don’t send me anymore flames. I’m doing the best I can. Ja ne!