With skin the colour of the Nile sandy bed, and as smooth as her life giving waters, it’s no real wonder that many see Sadeh as a gift from Bastet herself.
She stood out upon the balcony, thin lace curtains drifting and twisting in the wind that she stood out there to take in, apparently always glad for the night time breeze against her bare flesh, despite her feline features.
As I stepped into my beloved’s room, I could smell the faint perfume she always wore, though never a lot of it. Before we’d been introduced, told that we would be expected to get to know each other *very* well, it had almost infuriated me, the way that her scent just barley tugged at the edges of my senses, making sure I always had it on my mind, but could never guess its origin.
Once we’d began courting though, in return for a massage, the kind I was used to *receiving* from my own servants, she told me that, of course, that was the point of perfume, wasn’t it?
“To stick in the mind of men and make them think of us delicate ladies? Tell me Ser, whenever you catch the smell of the lotus, doesn’t it have you thinking of me?”
The girl wasn’t wrong... Even after knowing what the scent was, not a single man or woman could bring me a lotus blossom that carried that scent. Every time, I would thank them for their service to their Ser, their Prince, and give them a portion of what I had offered for anyone who found the flower. Once they left, I’d always see the beautiful tease let another sly, victorious smirk twist her beautiful lips.
To call her beautiful is an insult. Beauty is something that a mortal woman could achieve, but Sadeh, with her tall, hairless, wild cat ears, her long, ever moving, equally hairless tail, and perfect, shapely, tight figure was beyond that. A word didn’t exist for her because it had never had to before.
Even now, standing, leaning casually against a stone work rail, on a balcony, luxurious black hair teased by the wind, held mostly in place by the golden decorations that wrapped around or pierced her skin in places most women wouldn’t, or couldn’t think of piercing, she was the image of the Gods work.
Then, as maybe she noticed my movements, or perhaps felt my admiring gaze dragging over every inch of her skin, she turned her head to face me, fixing me with eyes that shone with the kind of lustrous gold our most skilled craftsmen couldn’t even dream of rendering.
I stared back, my own eyes the deep green of my Roman heritage, usually a rarity here, but as unimpressive as the most tarnished copper penny when matched with Sadeh’s.
Her smile followed along behind, one that revealed a dazzlingly predatory set of teeth, with four easily visible, slender fangs. I’d felt those fangs on my throat before during some of our... Meetings... More than fun enough to keep my mouth shut in the hope of feeling them again.
“Spying on me naked now Ser?” She asked, teasing, her body only covered by a gold mantle that she wore around her shoulders, failing to provide any amount of decency on her beautiful breasts unless one of the gold braided tassells happened to sway over her ever erect nipples. Around her waist she wore a belt of the same braided gold, hung with small golden bells that pealed ever so delicately with every shift of her hips. The closest that she came to wearing clothes was a pale pink silk skirt... One that only hung from her hips, was so thin that it may as well not exist, and entirely failed to meet in the front, leaving everything on display.
“It’s not as if you mind, Sadeh. I swear you must just tear those robes my Father gave you off the moment you’re back in your room.” As I stepped inside, I got to fully appreciate the room she’d been given, graciously by my Father, the Pharaoh the day she’d washed up on the banks of the Nile, wearing only what she wore now.
“And the robes are very nice...” She answered, with the smile she always wore. The smile of a woman who can answer everything I say without stumbling over a single letter.
“But really, a body like this was *hand made* by Bastet herself to be admired by someone worthy... Is that not you, Cato? Should I cover up my shame until a man deserving of such vile displays comes along?” Her words send a spike of panic through me for a half second, but now, after four months, I’d learnt to recognise her teasing, sarcastic tone from her usual, teasing, superior tone. It was a lesson I learnt fast.
“Cover it up?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion as i stepped inside, closing the door after me... The one that had been left wide open by a certain someone who must have known I wouldn’t be able to resist the smell of the lotus flower drifting up onto my own balcony a floor above.
Her smile grew wide, sharp as a sickle, once inside her eyes flicked to the bed in the middle of the room, and I accepted her invitation with a suppressed eagerness, moving to the bed, glad to me wearing nothing more than a loose fitting waist-cloth, and my usual gold jewelry, though really it paled to Sadeh’s.
Once I was sat, I began to turn, to face my half god lover, only to find her leaping through the air, her body following a line in liquid grace, her slender curves and beautiful gifts shown perfectly in the candle light around us that glinted off her perfectly sun touched skin.
