Bath Chambers

Neferu lay back upon her bed, visibly exhausted after such intense sex. Her body glistened with sweat, her bosom rising and falling almost gracefully as she breathed heavily as she collected herself. Neferu brushed back some of her long hair dark hair that hid part of her face, revealing It more clearly. Her face was diamond-shaped, with a flawless caramel complexion only broken by a single beauty mark above her lips and her smeared makeup after hours of lovemaking.

Neferu’s piercing eyes turned away from the ceiling and towards her belly and watched as a single stream of the Nubians seeds ran down her side onto the ruined bedsheets. She scooped some of it with one of her dainty fingers and sucked off, appreciating its briny taste for a moment before taking another sip of wine. The Queen then slowly sat up and rotated herself, so she was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Neferu passed the goblet of wine to one of her servants and gracefully rose up from where she sat and began to make her way towards her bathing chambers that down a short flight of stairs on one side of her bedchamber.

The bath chamber was no different from the rest of the chambers. Colorful facades could be seen through the steam that filled the air, also depicting nude figures bathing and copulating alongside other art. In the middle of the room was a long rectangular pool from which the steam emanated from, which was tended to by more of her servants who kept it warm and fragrant. The two Nubians whom she had made love with were in the pool, tended to by a pair of beautiful nude servants who bathed them and took care of their every need.

Neferu approached the edge of the pool and began to slowly descend a small set of steps that led to it. The Nubian who had left first began to make his way out of the pool and met her as she came to be waist-deep in the warm water. Neferu embraced him, placing her arms around his neck whilst he placed his on her waist and brought him in for a kiss before bidding him farewell. Neferu made her way further into the pool, glancing briefly at the other Nubian who gazed back at her as the servant who tended to him washed his chest.

As she reached the far end of the pool the water had risen just below chest height, rising slightly higher as Neferu sat upon a stone bench below the water’s surface. The servant who had tended to the Nubian who had departed, a dark-skinned girl with braided hair, came over to her and prepared to help the Queen wash. As this was going on, two more servants came from behind her above the pool and placed one tray of fruits and another of wine on either side of her before returning to their other duties.

With the servant’s aid, Neferu began to wash, washing away the sweat and seed that stuck to her body and removing her smeared makeup from her face. Even without any makeup, one could see why many considered her to be the most beautiful woman in all Egypt, and why so many men desired her.

As she bathed, Neferu glanced over to the Nubian who remained in the bath across from her. His chiseled physique glistened in with the warm water of the pool, marred only by the occasional scar from battle and a few scratches that Neferu herself had given him. Unlike the other Nubian, he did not seem to be worn out, seeming spry and talkative with the servant who tended to him.

After watching him for a moment or two, he noticed Neferu admiring him and gave her a warm smile, to which she smiled back. Then, without being prompt, the Nubian began to make his way over to join Neferu where she sat.