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Egypt under the night is completely different from the silence during the day.The bright moon slowly emerged from the clouds, and the stars were twinkling. Tonight, for some Egyptians, it was destined to be a night where they could not sleep peacefully.

The admirer in their hearts, Nefertiti, the envoy of God, has become the queen. During this period of time, she should be intimate with His Majesty the Pharaoh in a place out of their reach.

Inside the palace of Thebes.

Amenhotep IV slowly stroked Fu Zhenhong's clean and flawless chin with his fingertips, while kissing Fu Zhenhong's lips.His kiss was just like him, with a very sharp sense of edge, even if he deliberately softened his strength at this moment, it still revealed a kind of strength and domineering.

Fu Zhenhong frowned slightly.

Amenhotep IV noticed this subtle change in Fu Zhenhong's expression, but the strength of the kiss did not restrain, but became more wanton.

Maybe he just wanted to see more different expressions on Nefertiti's face, and he wanted to break Nefertiti's long-standing mask of indifference.

After thinking about it, the enthusiasm in Amenhotep IV's mind suddenly began to rise. His eyes narrowed for a moment, and he pried open Nefertiti's teeth with the tip of his tongue and penetrated inside, and began to grab the damp heat. Xin Tian.

As early as Amenhotep IV could remember, his mother Tei told him that if he wanted to become the supreme ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt, he had to get in touch with and be familiar with the dark side of power struggle.

As the youngest son of the previous pharaoh Amenhotep III, the young Amenhotep IV was not the most favored one. According to the normal succession process of the royal family, his chance of becoming a pharaoh is very low, but He longed for power and was unwilling to be ordinary, and finally succeeded in obtaining the qualification to succeed Pharaoh from among many candidates.

Perhaps it is because he clearly understands what he wants, so his mind is far more mature than his peers.There are many things to understand, no matter what aspect it is.

However, although he understands the matter of love, he has not really experienced it deeply with anyone.Firstly, it was because he was not keen on that kind of thing, and secondly, it was because the increasingly divided situation of the priesthood and royal power left him with no time to experience other things.

Right now, Amenhotep IV is very thankful that he has never experienced that deep intimacy with others, because in this way, the object of his first extreme happiness is Nefertiti, whom he likes and who People who want to spend their lives together.

He can explore the intoxicating beauty little by little from Nefertiti, and every new experience will be brought to him by Nefertiti.

It was as if he owned the most beautiful flower, with a bewitching sweetness hidden in the scented petals.Every time he peels off a layer of petals, it is a novel experience, until he sees the stamen inside, and then holds it firmly with his palm, making it his own forever.

Once such an idea came into being, Amenhotep IV's breathing became a little short.In order to break Nefertiti's indifference, he kissed harder and harder.

Fu Zhenhong's ears were gradually stained with a thin layer of blush under Amenhotep IV's passionate kiss.

Seeing this, King Amenhotep IV fondly played with Fu Zhenhong's delicate earlobe, and the kiss changed from a savage plunder to a skillful tease.

Tonight is his and Nefertiti's night.

Amenhotep IV wanted Nefertiti to feel as happy as he did.

He hugged Nefertiti tightly in his arms, his arms were slender and powerful, and his broad and straight chest exuded a sense of firmness and strength, but the strength on his lips really relieved the somewhat ferocious sternness.

Being kissed by Amenhotep IV like this, Fu Zhenhong is not a wooden person, so it is impossible not to feel it.But even so, he still did not give any response.

Regarding this, Amenhotep IV's eyes only became darker, and then he showed unprecedented patience.He slowly aroused Fu Zhenhong's enthusiasm, until the oxygen in Fu Zhenhong's mouth was exhausted to the last bit, and then he withdrew his lips.

At this time, Fu Zhenhong's eyes were also stained with a thin layer of light and scattered red, and the color of her lips was even more eye-catching red.Amenhotep IV stared at Fu Zhenhong for a few seconds, then stroked the mole next to Fu Zhenhong's eye.

"Neftiti." Amenhotep IV read Fu Zhenhong's name, then put his hand on the back of Fu Zhenhong's head, and inserted his five fingers into Fu Zhenhong's hair, letting Fu Zhenhong's head Leaning on his chest.

Because of Amenhotep IV's action, Fu Zhenhong heard the sound of Amenhotep IV's heart beating very clearly. not calm.

The smoke from the incense burner slowly drifted into the air, mixed with the scent of the fused aromatic wax, lingering a scent that was so rich... that it almost made people feel stunned.

Amenhotep IV's hand slowly stroked the hair on the top of Fu Zhenhong's head. Under the candlelight, the soft blond hair exuded a beautiful luster, so beautiful that people wanted to kiss it.

And Amenhotep IV did exactly that.

He lowered his head slightly, and kissed Nefertiti's blond hair, which was as bright as the morning sun. There was a kind of piety in his deep eyes, as if he was kissing the dazzling and bright sunshine above the water of the Nile.

Then, after the body of the person in his arms was not as tense and resistant as it was at the beginning, Amenhotep IV had a smile in his eyes.In the current posture, he slid his arms down and hugged the person in his arms horizontally.

Amenhotep IV was tall and had a very strong body. Although Fu Zhenhong was equally tall, he was not very heavy, so he easily hugged Fu Zhenhong.

Amenhotep IV didn't let go of Fu Zhenhong's back until it was completely against the soft cushion of the bed.

Fu Zhenhong was wearing the simple robes he changed after returning to the palace, and Amenhotep IV was still wearing the ceremonial robes because he went straight to this place after returning from the Karnak Temple. That fancy dress.

The crown on his head was handed over to the attendants when he entered the palace, and the black hair was scattered around his body, making him less majestic and mature than when he was sitting on the throne, and more sloppy. casual.

In fact, he was not very old.

He leaned down, and pressed Fu Zhenhong's warm palm with calluses from holding the sword against Fu Zhenhong's cheek, looking down at Fu Zhenhong from top to bottom.

At this time, Nefertiti's eyes without any love when he looked at him became a different kind of beauty to Amenhotep IV.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, forming an extremely beautiful arc, "Nefertiti, I will make you forget about Secytus, and get used to me." After he finished speaking, his kisses poured down.

From the first time Amenhotep IV saw Nefertiti in the garden, he knew that Nefertiti belonged to him, and he wanted to snatch Nefertiti to his side.

And now, he finally got his wish.

"Neftiti, I will make you happy." Amenhotep IV said this slowly into Fu Zhenhong's ear.

His voice was deep and magnetic, and when his voice, which had become a little hoarse due to heat, reached Fu Zhenhong's eardrums, it added a kind of lust.

Then, as if to prove his words, he kissed the tear mole at the end of Fu Zhen's red eyes again, and then buried his head down.

Before Fu Zhenhong had time to think about the deep meaning in Amenhotep IV's words, the next second, the sudden sensory experience made his eyes widen.

Amenhotep IV raised his eyes, his pale golden eyeshadow was imprinted on his narrow and narrow pupils, revealing a dangerous evil spirit faintly under the candlelight.Obviously doing such a thing, but he is more like a controller.

Fu Zhenhong put her hand on Amenhotep IV's shoulder, and the force of her refusal made his nails sink deep into the linen cloth on Amenhotep IV's shoulder.

Judging from the wrinkled folds, if Fu Zhenhong used a little more force, she might leave a crescent-like fingerprint on Amenhotep IV's shoulder.

In fact, Fu Zhenhong did not expect that Amenhotep IV would do this at all.It seems that at this moment, Amenhotep IV got rid of that layer of his identity as the supreme ruler of Egypt, and is just an ordinary young man trying to make his partner happy.

But it is impossible to say how much Amenhotep IV loves Nefertiti. At this stage, Amenhotep IV can only be regarded as liking him.The love of being a king is rarely pure, because once the sincerity is delivered, it is easy to mix emotions in dealing with problems, which is a taboo.

Perhaps Amenhotep IV at this stage doesn't even like him half as much as Saixi Tours.But even if he didn't really fall in love with Fu Zhenhong, his desire to make Nefertiti happy at this moment is real.

Fu Zhenhong's body tensed instinctively, and he leaned back slightly, his slender, white neck showing a smooth arc.

He couldn't help putting his hands on Amenhotep IV's head, his skeletal knuckles were bent because of forbearance, and he unconsciously clenched Amenhotep IV's hair.

His breathing was messy, and it mixed with Amenhotep IV's heavy breathing in the air, slowly merging together.

Finally, the tight string broke, and Fu Zhenhong's hand loosened, and she placed it weakly on the cushion.He looked to the top of his head, breathing calmly, his loose blond hair fell on the white pillow, exuding a slightly fragile style for no reason.

Because of the angle, Amenhotep IV couldn't see clearly what kind of beautiful scene Nefertiti had in his eyes at this time, whether it was as bright as the water in the pool under the lotus.

But even if he couldn't see Nefertiti's expression, as long as Amenhotep IV thought of the trembling eyelashes at that moment just now because of the sensory experience brought by him desperately suppressing him, the heat in his chest would be filled with excitement. Almost overflowing.

The moonlight gradually became hazy, intertwined with the halo of the candle, and when it fell on Nefertiti, it was like a god falling into the mortal world.Amenhotep IV spat out what was in his mouth, wiped the corners of his lips, and then put his hand on Fu Zhenhong's.

His palm pressed Fu Zhenhong's palm, and Fu Zhenhong's five fingers were tightly intertwined.

The summer nights are long and the wind outside is light.

Nefertiti, who was once almost his brother-in-law, is now his queen.And all this has only just begun.