Dance of Renenet
#31 of Commissions
This was a short piece that I did as part of an art trade, but the person I was going to trade with disappeared off of the internet. A few tweaks later, and I got this nice little piece for all of you to enjoy!
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Being a merchant passing through Cairo means I get to see some
of the most amazing sights. This land, birthed out of one mighty river in the middle of a terrible desert, is the epitome of civilization. And in this city, I am able to pick up the most exotic of goods. But never in my life have I ever seen something so magnificent than on the day that I met her.
While setting up my cart, she sauntered right up to me. Even hooded and cloaked, I could see the sly look in her fluttering eyes. The scent of her expensive perfume broke through the musk of the bustling city. When she told me there was a place we could discuss business in private, I closed up my shop and followed right away.
The incense of the den filled my nostrils with wonder. Only the
richest could get a private room here, yet the owner just gave the woman a wink and a nod, telling me. "She's no one special."
She grabbed me by the wrist and tossed me into the room. As my
back sank into the plush cushions, I could hardly let out a complaint when she dropped her robes to show herself to me.
Never had a seen such a beautiful body. So delicately curved in all of the right places. Art graced her skin. Symbols of power and virility to things I could not recognize danced before me. What little she wore cast a translucent shade over her wonderful body. Nipples showed through with no concern for modesty. I bit my lip, trying not to say anything. I just tried to enjoy the view as she spun around. Her chest was like the sun and moon and her hips and her rear a flavorful peach.
The way her body swayed in front of me, I could not help but lean forward, to reach out and to have her for myself, but as my fingers neared her precious tips, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and brought them to her lips. Delicately, she placed a kiss upon each of my digits, suckling the spice from my wares. The whole time, her eyes watched me--large, soulful and dangerous things. I fell back when she let go, so dependent I was on her touch to continue. When she climbed on top of me, then I knew the time had come, but only because it was she who wanted it.
When we had finished and she had left, I had no idea who she
was. She never told me her name, and I had never seen her again. Yet, every time I return to Cairo, I set my shop in the same street. I receive so many orders for my spices, so much more than I had ever had before. I cannot help but wonder if I had been visited by a goddess of luck, and that day we consummated my fortune.