The Immortal Mutant Teen

He turned away from Osiris's temple. Overwhelming anger coursed through his body. He was so tired of being reminded of his place in the world.

Being reminded that he was trash.

He was found mindlessly wandering the desert before a caravan found him and captured him. Acheron was taller and stronger than the average person, it took 40 men to finally subdue him.

He was once again turned into a slave.

He was sure that the palace will punish him for what just transpired, not that he cared. He no longer felt physical pain like the rest of the world.

Too many days of being used and abused have left him hollow and unable to make him feel anything other than anger and hatred.

He had been made a whore against his will and now it was held against him like he had a choice in the first place. As if he enjoyed been harassed and fought over.

Seeking some sort of vengeance on those who had cursed him with this fate, he walked to the temple across from Osiris's.

The temple was empty. Most likely everyone was across the street worshiping Osiris.

"Fucking pigs!"

He walked down the center aisle that was framed with columns that stretched towards the heavens.

He had never been inside a temple; whores weren't allowed according to society. The gods had abandoned them, and mankind had damned them.

He lowered his hood as he looked up to the carved image of a goddess made of solid gold, she was beautiful. Her white gown rippled from an unseen wind as she held a white orb, appearing almost holy.

He stared at the tablet near her feet. He couldn't read it. He learned the language from hearing others speak but never bothered to learn how to read or write.

He ran through his mind his limited knowledge of the gods and what he knew of them.

"You must be Nephthys," he said out loud.

"I beg your pardon?! Nephthys?!"

He turned sharply at the angry voice coming from behind him. the woman was incredibly voluptuous with long flowing black hair, similar to his own, and dark green eyes. Her beauty was natural and piercing, obviously someone of high class.

He would have desired her but honestly, he had fucked so many people he could live the rest of his life without another body under, over or near him.

Dressed in a white flowing gown, she stood with her hands on her curvy hips.

"Are you blind? Or just stupid?"

He snarled at the insults.

"I am neither!"

The woman gestured to the statue behind him.

"Then how is it that you don't recognize the image of Isis"

He rolled his eyes at the mention of Osiris's wife and sister. He should have known since the temples were so close together.

"Is she as worthless as her husband?"

The woman's mouth fell open as she appeared shocked at his question.

"Excuse me? What did you say?"

As he looked at the tributes laid out before the altar, he was filled with rage. He flung his arm sending them flying all over the place.

"Why do they even bother when it's obvious that they don't listen or care? How are people so sure they even exist?!"

"Are you mad?" she asked,

"Yes I am," He said from between clenched teeth.

"Mad at this world where we are nothing to these so-called 'gods'. Mad at Shai who put us here with no purpose other than being toys for their petty amusement. I wish all gods to be dead and gone."

The woman snarled and rushed at him.

He caught her hand and as she shrieked something slammed into him sending flying to the wall. An unseen force picked him up from the ground and carried him towards her.

"I should kill you," she said,

"Please do so..." he responded,

She let him fall on the ground, she has never met someone like him who didn't know her on sight.

Never met someone who couldn't feel her unearthly presence and power and yet this man seemed immune to it.

She saw as he got up on his feet and looked upon her as all that didn't happen.

He was a handsome man, she gives him that. Black hair slashed over black eyes with a swirling purple searing with hatred for everything in existence.

And his body… it was lean and well-muscled. Tanned. Gorgeous.

Something about him made her mouth water for a taste of him. Never in her life had she felt such a pull towards any man, not even her husband.

More than that, he was taller than her, something she quite appreciated in a man.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" she asked him.

"By your anger and what you just did, I would assume you are Queen Berenib, the supposed reincarnation of Isis," he said,

"Then bow down and apologize," she said,

Instead, he walked toward her with a swagger that made his entire body ripple like a tiger. An unknown aching need pounded through her. She didn't understand this feeling, whatever it was, left her out of breath and weak.

She had never felt anything like this.

Before she realized it, her stomach had tightened even more, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

The Queen couldn't breathe as she tasted him. A part of her was outraged, not even her husband, the Pharaoh, has dared to touch her this way, but another part of her found it thrilling.

Her head spun as he trailed his lips from her mouth to her neck. Her spine tingled, and at the same time, an unbearable heat came from within her.

All she wanted was to feel every inch of his body.

"You do taste divine," he said,

He dropped to his knees before her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He lifted her foot unto his hand.

"I'm kissing your feet, My Queen. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"

Well, yes, but as he nibbled on her instep she couldn't suppress a deep moan of pleasure.

She had never known such a deep burn that came from within her. He didn't stop at her feet as he trailed kisses all the way up her leg.

She struggled to breathe. Then he moved higher.

"What are you doing now?"

She exclaimed as a gasp escaped her mouth as she felt his hot breath on her butt.

"I'm kissing your ass. Isn't it what people are supposed to do?"

"Not like that," she said.

She groaned and moaned as he nibbled on her butt cheeks. She should stop him, he had no right to do this to her, but she didn't want this to end, it felt too good.

He nudges her legs apart and the followed orders like they had a mind of their own. She felt his hands on her as he touched her where no man has ever touched her before.

He ran his fingers up and down, making her burn even more before he took her into his mouth.

She reached down and grabbed his hair as he tasted her.

Her mind was going wild as she surrendered herself to him and the licks he gave her sent her spiraling towards an unimaginable height.

Then her body burst apart. The Queen had experienced her first orgasm. Terrified and embarrassed she ran away and vanished.

The man was stunned as he was left kneeling on the floor. He had never felt his body desiring a woman like this before… no, he wanted a Queen, praised as a Goddess.

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He laughed bitterly.

"The least you could have done was kill me, My Queen," He shouted.

Matters not, he would eventually see her, as he is now an assassin under the Pharaoh.

To be Continued.....

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