Isis & Set: The Untold Story (Eve & Captjoe)
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				Title: <strong>Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 00:26:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i32.servimg.com/u/f32/12/12/45/20/u0110.png)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">It was peaceful days like these that Isis goddess of motherhood, magic and fertility enjoyed. A time where the worries of her duties to her husband and follows did not seem to plague here. A time where her mind could think nothing but the relaxing sounds of chiming songs of the winds. Times like these were so rare for her. With the demands of the mortals below calling for her attention, and Osiris own need for her to give him an heir. Isis found so many things troubling her mind. <br><br>I wish could be free like Set. She thought. Her thoughts wondered to her other sibling. Unlike she and Osiris, Set duties were less demanding then their own. Shunned from a birth that was no fault of his own. Her brother had been cast off as a lowly god to watch over a wasteland that could have been left to the guardians then someone with his caliber of power. Even so, when their parents had chosen each one of them to pair with one another. Isis had been so certain that she and Set would have ended up together. As children they had gotten along very well, but all of it had been for not. <br><br>For she Isis had been chosen for Osiris and Nephthys for Set. The goddess sighed. How she wished things could have been different. For although Isis did hold a deep sense of loyalty to Osiris. Her heart and soul would always belong to her beloved brother Set. Isis smiled. She wondered what her brooding love was doing right now.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 01:44:54</strong>
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				In a large place amongst an almost endless desert, the god of storms sat on his throne, feeling alone and unwanted. An argument had erupted between he and Nephthys about something completely trivial for gods. And in the end she had stormed off, saying she needed some time in her own realm, leaving the god of storms to be alone. Again. He did not know why his brothers and sister disliked him so. He had never done anything to them. He had always tried his best to help them when they called. But it seemed whenever they had called for help, they would immediately send him away, saying that they would much rather have a mortal's help then his. A low sigh escaped his lips as god stood, making his way towards a nearby balcony.<br><br>His divine eyes gazed over his "kingdom". Being the god of storms and the desert was not a good combination when it came to living creatures in his realm. The desert was dry and hot every moment of the sun was high, and then bitter and cold when the sun made way for the moon. And even if a plant or an animal managed to survive in the desolate plane that was his, they would soon be cast down by the vicious sand storms and heat lightning strikes that plagued his realm. Of course his palace would never fall to such hazards, but even if he could manage to get a few things live in his palace, his quick temper would soon end their lives. Being the god of storms gave him no order. And being the god of storms made his temper quick and devastating.<br><br>As his eyes gazed over the barren landscape, he wondered how things would have been different had he been paired with his beloved Isis. Before their parents had begun to pair them off, he and her had been quite close. And they seemed to be a good match for each other. But their parents did not think so. His beloved sister had been paired off with his older brother, and his rival, Osiris. Set wondered if his older brother still gloats over the fact the he, not Set, had been paired with her. Probably. The two brothers had never much liked each other. Even when they were kids they were constantly at each others throats. The storm god sighed sadly. Maybe if he and his beloved had been paired together, then maybe his realm would not be so barren and lifeless. Did she still think of him? He wondered. He hoped so. Every day his heart longed to be with her, but he could never get to see her. Another sad sigh left the god's lips as he turned from the balcony and made his way back into his palace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 01:56:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Isis my love?"<br><br>The sound of her consorts voice drew the goddess from her scandalous thoughts. She quickly rose the path of lush greenery she had been sitting a pun. Her face once again a mask of decorum, priority that befitted her station as goddess, and queen of all her husbands’ vast holdings. "Is their something wrong Osiris?" <br><br>Her older sibling smiled despite the worried lines around his face. " No my love. I have just missed your company and wondered where you might be." He stepped closer to her gather Isis in his arms. Wanting to please her lord the goddess looked up into her brother’s eye and bestowed him with one of her best glittering smiles. <br><br>"I have missed your company as well my lord husband." Isis cringed slightly knowing that was a lie. Her thoughts had mainly been directed on Set this day. Though her loyalty belonged to Orisis. Isis longed to give the contents of her mind, body, and heart to her brother Set. She sighed. How she wished things could have been different. <br><br>"Is something my love?" Osiris asked. Making it aware to his wife that he sensed her distress. Cursing inwardly. Isis reprimand her-self for letting such disloyal feelings over tax her husband. "Nothing is wrong my lord." She replied. Kissing him gently on the lips. Reassuring him the best way she could. After a while she pulled back. Her husband seeming more content now that he had a taste of intimacy he sought after. <br><br>"Maybe we should retire for the evening my love." He smiled down at her. "We could try for that son. We have been so desperately wanting." Isis smiled at back at her husband, but the joy of his suggestion didn't reach her eyes. " If that is your wish my lord." She replied. <br><br>Osiris smiled widen. " You are a wonder my love. I still have some last minute agendas to take care of, but I will meet you in my chambers in a hour." Isis nodded as Osiris left to head back to the palace. After she was certain he was gone. The young goddess savored the little time of quiet she had left. Turning away from the palace. Isis looked out into the vast distant. Watching the night of the barren dessert. Waiting...</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 02:16:08</strong>
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				The lonely god looked to the floor of his great palace for a moment. No matter what time of year it was, his palace felt empty and lifeless. Only when he and his wife tried to produce an heir for themselves would the palace seem to have any life. But once they were finished an uneasy silence would once again fill the halls. And tonight his wife would not be with him. It was a rare moment when he wife actually wished to make love. Deep down, he had figured that she had been like the rest of their siblings. And that every day she regretted being his wife. Why couldn't their parents have seen how happy he and Isis were together and pair them? He let out another sigh before moving towards the gate of his palace, wanting to walk through the desert for tonight.<br><br>Why did it seem like the entire world was against him. His brothers and sisters (minus Isis) all despised him. The mortal humans only made offerings to him to avert disastrous storms, or to get safely through the desert. Slowly the god walk through the barren land scape, his feet trudging through the sand as the night air made the desert grow colder and colder. Of course being a god none of this bothered him, but even if it could, he was far too deep in thought to even care. Slowly as he trudged the desert his thoughts consumed him. Why could he not have the one he cared for so much? Why did all of his siblings despise him? Why did he get the two realms of power that might as well be death? This just wasn't fair!<br><br>Stopping in the middle of the desert, he cast his gaze to the sky. His eyes moved slowly across the stars and the moon, taking in everything. He wished he could be with his beloved again. Even if it was only for a few moments. But he couldn't go to Osiris' palace, lest he wanted to meet his brothers wrath. But then he began to think. Maybe he did not need to go there himself! Bringing his gaze to the sand, he gave a silent call to any creature that could hear him, summoning any of them to their god. And within moments, one of them did. Slowly through the sand came a small scorpion, who couldn't have been more then a month from the egg. Picking the little creature up, the god of storms placed his mark on the creature. "Go to the palace of Osiris... find the goddess who resides there... and tell her that I wish to speak to her..." The creature clicked it's claws once before dropping into the sand below, and quickly disappearing in the sand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 04:25:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">It had only been minutes since Osiris had left Isis to return back to his duties. The goddess had to admit she was rather glad her husband had left her alone for the time being. While her husband was a kind, and gentle lover. Her body did not respond to him like when she was around Set. Her beautiful warrior god made Isis so raw with need it was agonizing. So many times she had wondered what it would have been like if they had paired. Would they have been happy? Would Set have satisfied all her needs. Made love to her endlessly through out the nights, teased her during the days until her body screamed out for him to make love to her. <br><br>Isis had often wondered. Such tantalizing, and yet they could never come to past, Set belong to Nephthys, and she to Osiris. Any form of affection they once felt for one another could never be acted upon. The goddess loyalties belong to her husband, and betraying him would be a dishonor to the vows they had once spoken. No matter how much Isis wanted Set, she could never let her body betray her. She looked out into the distant eyeing the barren lands that held his kingdom. <br><br>Somewhere inside her beautiful warrior was inside his place with out her. Isis looked away barely noticing the scorpion that had just climb onto the rail of her garden post. She turned back around to look at the barren lands once more before she went inside. When the goddess noticed the small creature. Isis immediately recognized as one of Set pets, and allowed it to relay the message. Once it was done the goddess was slight stunned by what her brother wanted from her. <br><br>Did her brother have any idea how dangerous that was? Meeting alone intimately? It was such a large risk to take. Isis looked down at the scorpion as it waited for her answer. She had no idea if she wanted to take such a risk. Yet the idea of seeing Set was need that drew the goddess. Even if they could not touch one another intimately, just the thought of being near him was enough. She looked down at the small creature, and nodded. “Tell Set that I will honor his request, and meet him.” The scorpion turned away, disappearing into the night.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 04:46:51</strong>
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				Set had been waiting a while for the little creature to return to him. He wondered just what was taking the little thing so long. Had his brother found the creature? He hoped not. Even if he was the god of storms, he had a soft spot for the creatures that made a life in his desert. Maybe that was why his siblings tried not to be near him. He shook that small thought from his head. No. Now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts. He had to think of what he was going to do. He let out a small sigh. Maybe she wouldn't come to him after all. Maybe she too started to despise him like all the others. Maybe this was all just a waste of time.<br><br>But then his little pet revealed itself to him. He smiled gently, allowing the small creature to climb onto his hand. And then he received the message from the goddess he loved. And for the first time in a long time, the despised god smiled. He thanked the little creature in his hand, letting it move onto his shoulder before the god began to work his way back to his palace, hoping that Isis had not gone there first. The little scorpion chittered and clicked it's claws, happy that it's new master seemed to be in a good mood.<br><br>Once Set arrived once more in his palace, he set the little creature onto the floor. "You did well my messenger. Serve me well, and I will reward you with anything you desire." He said, gently running his finger along it's back. "Now, when the goddess arrives, please tell her to come to my bedroom. I wish to speak with her once again..." He said, smiling gently. The little creature clicked it's claws again before scurrying off. The god smiled a little more before moving to his bedroom. He was happy to say the least, but he did not know exactly what he was going to talk to her about. The last time they had been together, they were children and they had been discussing how there was no way their parents would separate them. But then they found out how wrong they had been.<br><br>When Set arrived in his bedroom, his happiness started to fade a little. He had forgotten the argument he and Nephthys had gotten into. And tonight he had managed to convince her that they should try for an heir again. He let out a small sigh. He wondered what his life would have been like, had he been given Isis as he had hoped. Would they have had a son by now? Would they have even left their marriage bed? He remembered how he used to feel when Isis was around. The desire and the almost hunger that welled inside him whenever she was close. He let out a small breath, casting that memory aside. He had to stay clear of mind. Even if he did desire Isis... he could not betray his wife. Even if his body craved the feel of hers against him, he could not give in to that desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 06:31:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">She arrived at the dessert palace blended into the night. The shadows of the lands covered the goddess, cloaking her from any unwanted eyes. Isis hadn’t much time to meet Set, before she had to return home. Osiris had been so focused on his present project that he had postponed their rendezvous in his chambers. Yet it did not mean that he could be finished at any minute, and come searching her out. She had feigned a headache to the messenger that had come with her consort’s news. Inform the servant that she would return to her chamber, and rest until her lord summoned. It had been a lie of course, and the best one she could come up with at the spur of the moment. Isis had never lied to Osiris about her where abouts before. She only hoped that whatever Set had to discuss with her did not take overly long. <br><br>She entered silent domain of Set palace. The servant would have normally graced the halls during normal hours retired for the evening. In some retrospect Isis was grateful that no one was wandering the halls. The risk of expose was least likely occur, she walked through the halls wondering what direction she should take. The goddess was feeling like she was just about to give up, when the scorpion that had delivered the message to her earlier appeared. Isis smiled kneeling down before it. “Hello scorpion servant of Set. Are you going to show me the way to your master?” <br><br>The creature made a clicking sound, and turned away. Waddling down the hall. Figuring that it wanted her to follow, Isis lifted up the hem of her cloak, and propelled after it. The trek to Set’s royal wing wasn’t a long one, but it was slow due to his creature’s size. The goddess really didn’t mind though. It had been so long since she had seen her dear brother, and thought of being in such close proximity to him left the female breathless. Her body tighten, and images of the storm god lying her onto his bed. Caressing, stroking her senses of her body, set the goddess ablaze. <br><br>It just wasn’t fair that Nephthys’ was allowed to experience that heaven every night, while she had to deny her body, and give herself over to Osiris. The scorpion stopped making that clicking sound it had done at the entrance once more. Isis took a deep breath staring at the door the creature had lead her too. She could sense Set presences, and knew that he was inside. The goddess pulsed race with anticipation, she tried to keep it at bay. Yet she hadn’t seen her warrior in so long, and it was hard to keep her emotions contain. Isis took a deep breath, and remembered her vow to her consort. It gave her a semblance of clarity. She turned to scorpion offer it her thanks, as she pulled the door to Set chambers opened. <br><br>Isis spotted Set immediately, and stepped into the room with all the regal grace that befitted her position. “It has been a long time dear brother.” </span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 07:02:00</strong>
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				Set had been staring out at the night sky when he heard the soft clicking sound of his pet. And that was soon followed by a strong presence. One he was all too familiar with. The one he loved with all his heart had finally come to him. His breathing picked up a little as he took in the feeling brought by her presence, a feeling he had been denied of ever since they had been separated. The god longer to take his goddess into his arms, caress her, kiss her, lay with her. He wanted so desperately for her to belong to him. But even now in her very presence, he fought the urges and desires of his heart. He could not betray the one he had married... and despite how different they were, he could not betray his brother.<br><br>When she spoke, it was like a part of his soul had been returned to him. Like a part of him long since missing had been found. Once more the feelings of desire rose through him, and once more, he put them down. He had to remember the vow he had taken... even if his own wife had been forced to speak hers. He took a deep breath, taking in the intoxicating feeling that was her scent and her essence. He wished he could greet her the way he wanted, by taking her into his arms and kissing her with all the love in his heart. But he could not. The god of storms was held to his vows... even if he had only made them because of his forebears. He took in another deep breath before slowly turning towards her, his eyes shifting from the color of the darkest storm, to that of a clear sky.<br><br>"That it has.... dear sister...." He said, a hint of longing in his voice as he spoke. She was still as beautiful as ever. And even just looking at her brought up the feelings of desire once more. No. He had to stay strong. He had to remember his vows. "I've yearned to see you for a long time..." He whispered, slowly approaching her and taking her hand to kiss the back of it gently. Another pang of longing and desire, and once more it was suppressed. "I... hope everything is going well..." He said, slowly standing back to full height. His eyes meeting hers, and although he was happy to see her, his eyes showed his true feelings. Sadness, longing, desire, guilt. All of them ran through the blue orbs as he looked to her. "Osiris is treating you well I hope..." He said, trying his hardest to keep the venom from his brother's name. "Are... are you..." He started, looking to her womb, but not able to bring himself to finish the sentence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 08:08:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">The first thing Isis notice when she came into the room was that they were meeting in Set’s bedchamber. The second thing the goddess had noticed was the bed centered in the middle in the room. She had no idea why her brother had them consult this clandestine meeting inside his private rooms. Yet the goddess cared not. The thought that Set might actually want to make love to her filled the female with such desire. It was overwhelming, consuming, and it filled Isis with a blazing desire. She looked at the man in front of her wishing that he would take her into his arms, and have his way with her. <br><br>It just wasn’t fair that she had to live with this torture. The man she desired above all other was right there, and Isis had right to sate her hunger upon him. He turned looking upon the goddess with those storm-clouded eyes. During their years of adolescents Isis would often sit in the circle of Sets arms, staring into those very same transfixing globes. Talking about their future together plans of marriage, and the incredible pleasure they would find in one another’s arms. Neither one of them would have ever guess that their parents would have ignored their feelings, and paired them with their opposite sibling. <br><br>He finally spoke; answering the greeting Isis had given him upon her entrance. <em> "That it has.... dear sister...."</em> The goddess said nothing, gazing at the warrior god. Could a man be any perfect? He stepped forward taking her hand into his own, his lips grazing over her flesh. <em> "I've yearned to see you for a long time..."</em> Isis shuddered, looking away. She could not let temptation win. <em> "I... hope everything is going well..."</em> The goddess nodded, she knew that was talking of her marriage.<br><br>&nbsp;<em> "Osiris is treating you well I hope..."</em> He remarked casually, but Isis knew he could have cared less about their older brother. “Osiris is well Set. Every day he proves himself a benevolent god.” The female really didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like she was going to express words of love in reference to him. She stood quietly waiting for Set to continue his inquiry. <em> Are... are you..."</em> Isis smothered a laugh. She knew what her brother was asking, and it struck her funny that he could not even say the words. “<br><br>"No Set there is no little heir growing in my womb for our brother.” She assured him. It wasn’t like it was alack of trying on Osiris’ part though. Isis was the goddess of fertility, and growth. One time should be enough to plant her husband child in her womb. Yet the goddess really never had the heart to tell any one that the reason she was not pregnant. Had to do with the fact that she had no desire to carry her older siblings seed. “What about you Set? Is Nephthys bearing you an heir yet?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 08:33:11</strong>
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				The Warrior god gave her a gentle smile as she answered him. But to be completely honest, he did not care about the new of Osiris. He was happy however, to hear that her womb was still clear of their elder sibling's seed. But just from the tone of her voice, the god of storms knew exactly why her womb was still empty. She was the goddess of fertility, so of course she would be able to control whether or not their brother's seed bore fruit. The warrior was willing to bet that every night their brother took her she made herself barren, only to return her fertility once their brother's seed was spent.<br><br>But his thoughts were taken off track when she spoke, that beautiful voice like music to his soul. He let out a small breath, looking towards the bed in the center of the room. The bed that had been empty for the longest time now. Set tried to be a good husband to her, to give her what she desired. But like all of their other siblings, she met his touch with hostility. He looked back to his love, a sullen look on his face. "<strong>No... she is not.</strong>" He said, a bit defeatedily. "<strong>She has no desire to lay with me... or bare me an heir.</strong>" He said, a sad sigh leaving his lips. This was an incredible torture on his heart and soul. Every fiber of his divine being called for him to take his love into his arms, to lay her in the bed that should have been theirs, and claim her as his own once again. But once more, he couldn't not. And he pushed that thought from his head, although a bit reluctantly.<br><br>His hand gently let go of hers, and then gently slipped onto her cheek and began to caress it gently and tenderly. He was not touching her in an inappropriate manner, so there was nothing wrong with this, was there? "<strong>You are still as beautiful as ever... my Isis...</strong>" He whispered, his voice filled with longing. He could have her if he desired. All he had to do was kiss her, remind her of how strong their love was. He could make her his! But he knew to do that would be to betray Nephthys, and to betray Osiris. But even then he thought that it would be worth it. And even with that thought his lips moved close to hers, nearly taking them in the loving kiss that he had tried so hard to fight off. In that moment, she could have been his.<br><br>And then he reluctantly pulled away, his hand moving away from her cheek and his gaze falling to the floor. "<strong>Forgive me...</strong>" He whispered. He could not do this. He could not steal his own brother's wife... even if he did love her... and even if he believed it was his right. He was the one who held her heart! He was the one who loved her more then anything! But he could not have her. To do that would betray Osiris... and Nephthys. "<strong>It's not fair....</strong>" He whispered. "<strong>It should be me who lays with you every night... it should be me who gets to hold you whenever I desire...</strong>" His hand moved gently over her womb. "<strong>It should be my seed that falls in your womb... it should be the union of <em>our</em> love that swells your womb to make life....</strong>" He stared deep into her eyes, his own on the verge of tears. "<strong>Why can I not have you dear Isis... why can I not be yours?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 16:48:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Set had come to the right conclusion about his sister. Isis did with hold her fertility from their older sibling for that very reason. She had no desire to carry the god of the heavens heir inside her womb, or to bear it fruit. They had already taken the right to have the man she loved. Why should she comply with the will of tradition, when no one had cared for her feelings then it had it counted? Mother, and father had always despised their last child Set, ignoring him as he grew into adult; foster that hatred onto his other siblings. Isis had not complied of course. She had always seen Set, as the man that he was a god, a warrior, and unlike their older brother a true leader. No the goddess had not rejected her brother, when others had done so. Instead through their time together she had fallen hard, and fast in love. <br><br>No other man compared to him. No other could take his place inside her heart. Osiris tried, and as much as he put into their marriage. Words of love had never left Isis’ lips. No such soft-spoken speech belonged to the man in front of her alone. The goddess had often wondered what it would have been like had she been to Set as his mate. Would things have different for them? Isis liked to think so. She would have never with held her fertility from him. Came to his bed every night with out any reservation. Submitted to him anytime he desired. Given him the son, and heir that he long coveted for. It was so cruel how things worked out sometime. <br><br>During the years that they had believed they would be paired together. She had made love to Set so readily. Submitting to him when, and wherever he pleased. Believing that it was just the interlude to their forth-coming marriage. Isis had fond memories of those times. Her brother had been an excellent lover, loving her body in so many different ways, positions, and locations. She had remembered all those times they had nearly been caught, because her brother had the spur of the moment desire to have her body. Isis had tried to subdue him many of time, but Set always seemed to enjoy the challenge of making her scream out his name in the most unseemly of locations. She wondered if her had ever done that with Nephthys?<br><br>He finally spoke, his eyes a silent plea of long as he explained the discontention between him, and their sister. <em>"No...she is not. She has no desire to lay with me... or bare me an heir."</em> Isis heart went out to him. Nephthys could be very stubborn, when she believed something was right. Their parents had raised them to despise Set, and it seemed that their dear sister was continuing on the tradition. Beside that fact it was also a well-known thing that she desired Osiris. “I am sorry brother. I know not why our siblings cannot see you the way I do.” She placed her hand onto his longer one. The pulse of electricity that shot through her veins sent a throbbing pulse of desires between Isis’ thighs. She pulled away doing whatever she could to break the connection. <br><br>It didn’t help of course. Set seemed to have felt the exact same thing, for in his next movement his hand caressed the side of her face. It was gentle action from someone so strong, but intimate none the less. However if someone did happen to come across them, such an action would hardly look unseemly. <em>"You are still as beautiful as ever... my Isis..."</em> The goddess could say the same for him. In all the centuries they had been separated. Her warrior had only grown more divine. She leaned into his caress, her begging for his lips to brush against her own. <br><br>Isis knew that it was wrong. They still had Osiris, and Nephthys between them. Yet even despite that thought the goddess could not bring herself to care at that moment. She wanted Set on his bed inside her, sounds, and screams of passion bearing their names. It would it be so much to ask just for one night? Her eyes glittered with tears as he pulled away. <em>"Forgive me..."</em> He whispered. Isis wanted to scream nay to his response, but it would be futile. If she said anything to give Set encouragement, the inevitable would happen, and she would end up naked upon his bed. <em>"It's not fair...."</em> He whispered, gazing upon Isis. <em>"It should be me who lays with you every night... it should be me who gets to hold you whenever I desire..."</em> His hand reached out touching the goddess’ empty womb. <em>"It should be my seed that falls in your womb... it should be the union of our love that swells your womb to make life...."</em> <br><br>Isis couldn’t deny it. What he spoke was the truth. It should be his heir that grew with her now. It should be his seed that filled her body. It should be his bed that she slept upon each night. “Set you should not say such things.” She protested weakly. Isis wanted to turn away, but his words resonated with something in his soul. <em> "Why can I not have you dear Isis... why can I not be yours?"</em> She shook her head trying to deny ever word he had just said. Yet this time her mind would not comply. She wanted Set. Osiris, and Nephthys could be damned. Isis stepped towards Set, the cloak she had been wearing hitting the floor, her eyes swirling with desire. Time was at a stand still, and the goddess had no intention of breaking this encounter. Her body may belong to Osiris, but this night the before her would take that back, and brand her as his own. “Take me Set. Take me to your bed my warrior brother.” </span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 21:42:48</strong>
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				Set could the desire in his sister. He knew that she too was fighting the deep desire and longing to be with the one she truly love. And it had nearly made Set weep. They both wanted to same outcome to happen tonight. They both wished to cast their assigned mates aside and be with the one they had loved so dearly. But... he could not do this. He could not break his vow. Even if Nephthys did not wish to lay with her husband. Even if she desired someone other then him. He could not break his vow. He would not dishonor himself but taking his brother's wife into his bed, no matter how much he loved her.<br><br>But then she stepped forward and cast her cloak aside, revealing the body that he knew all too well. He saw the desire in his love's eyes, and he could almost feel her craving inside her. His eyes moved gently over her form once more before settling on her eyes, his own desire starting to take over. His love was willing to cast aside her husband for him. She was willing to give what was rightfully Osiris' to him. She was willing to be his once more. His eyes stayed on hers as she spoke to him, those wonderful words bringing back the memories of when they were young. No. He would not let this opportunity slide by. He had it! He was through! All the others despised him but her!&nbsp; All the others hated him but her! He wasn't taking this anymore! Tonight... he would cast aside his wife, and all of their other siblings... so that he might finally be with the one he loved.<br><br>"<strong>My love...</strong>" He whispered, stepping forward and once more taking the goddess into his embrace, something he had not done since they were children. His lips found hers, but his kiss was not lustful or forceful, but that of a lover who was finally reunited with his long lost love. As they kissed the warrior god's heart rose, and for the first time in a long while, he was finally happy. And he would not let their other siblings ruin this for him. If they came to reclaim her, he would fight them. If Osiris himself came to reclaim her... he would fight him as well. He had taken their hatred long enough, it was time he finally got what he wanted.<br><br>With practiced skill he lifted her beautiful sister, keeping his lips on hers as he carried her to his bed. Tonight would be theirs to share, as it should have been so long ago. As he laid her beautiful form back along the soft sheets and warm blankets of his bed, his clothing fell like sand off of him, revealing his muscled form to her once more. The form of a warrior. But even this warrior had scars, and they coated his torso heavily. But he was not ashamed of them. No, he wore them as badges of honor. He wore them like trophies, in memory of past enemies who had actually managed to harm the great warrior god.<br><br>"<strong>You are still as beautiful as the first day we made love...</strong>" He whispered, his hand running gently down her form as he spoke. "<strong>You still are able to awaken the lust and desire I have you...</strong>" He kissed her again, his lips caressing hers as his hand gently parted her legs, making room for the god to move between them. When his lips parted from hers, the storm god slipped between her perfect thighs, the place where he should have been every night since they first made love. "<strong>I love you Isis...</strong>" He whispered, his eyes filled with nothing but love for her. "<strong>Stay with me... forget our siblings... let us finally have each other...</strong>" He gave a small moan as the warrior entered his love for the first time since they were separated. "<strong>Let us stay together as we should have...</strong>" He leaned down and kissed her lovingly once more. "<strong>Let our brother and sister find happiness with each other... as we have.</strong>" His hand gently moved to her cheek. "<strong>Be mine Isis... be my queen....</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 14:29:38</strong>
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				The moment Isis stood their completely exposed to her brother. She feared that she had made a mistake. Set stood there eyeing the goddess silently, making no sudden moves, or sounds. Isis began to believe that he would reject, and banish her from his presences. Had her love closed his heart to the female deity? Did he no longer desire the goddess any more? Had he replaced her with Nephthys in his heart? All these things swirled inside Isis’ mind. She could not bare it if Set no longer loved her. It was really the only thing that kept her going through out the days. Osiris gave her no pleasure, and had no claim to her heart. Only Set. Only ever Set. If her warrior no longer cared for the goddess, Isis would fade away. She stared at her love, her eyes silently begging him to take her into his arms. <br><br>It felt like an eternity waiting, but finally Set stepped forward. <em>"My love..."</em> His eyes focused on Isis, as he pulled her into his arms. His lips touched hers, and they began the slow exploration of lovers becoming reunited. The encounter held no passion, and no desire. Just the realization of two lovers reuniting once more, Isis moaned into Set mouth feeling the undaunted happiness of being in his arms. Her body hummed, and pressed into his creating a rhythm of sheer pleasure. Set lifted her up carry Isis to his bed, as their lips remained meshed together. Her fingers curved against his neck, caressing in slow motion. That continued into a smooth glide that went from throat to collarbone, all the way down to the masculine cover figure of his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>He placed her onto the bed gently, disrobing, as Isis watched with delighted interest. Her beautiful warrior had only grown more battle harden over the centuries. The masculine form she had so many times held in her arms in the past. Was now a cultivated mass the goddess appreciated all the more. A powerful honed body, with a heavy arousal jutting from his hips. Unlike Osiris, Set had numerous scars swathe across the harden areas of his torso. Her lover was a true warrior, and the scars upon his chest were only proof of that fact. It mattered not to Isis though. In her eyes Set was perfect, and the fact that was not ashamed to bare his scar to her was only proof of that fact. <br><br><em>"You are still as beautiful as the first day we made love..."</em> The warrior god climbed onto the bed, easing toward the goddess.&nbsp; His hand slide down her naked form, sending a resounding shudder through Isis body.&nbsp; She moaned tying to pull him close, but Set stayed any such movement as he spoke. <em> "You still are able to awaken the lust and desire I have you..."</em> He took her lips once more, his hands gently parting her thighs, caressing her more intimate. Moans that Isis could not hold back came in short staccato burst from her mouth. The goddess wanted more of what he offered, but Set lips lift from mouth, only to slip in between her parted legs. <em>"I love you Isis..."</em> He whispered, his vision consumed with nothing but the goddess. Her eyes filled with moisture from his statement. Isis could hardly believe he still loved her, after all these centuries. She kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth. <br><br>It was like everything she had remembered. Their bodies skin to skin, burning, consuming one and one in an eternal flame. Slowly, Isis moved against him, torturing both of them in the same gliding electrify motions. She pulled her lips away. Staring at her warrior love. <em> "Stay with me... forget our siblings... let us finally have each other..."</em> Isis moaned loving the idea of staying with Set. Making love to him every night. No longer having to feel like less of person. She would be whole. Isis nodded in response to request, but her answer was drawn to the back of the mind. As her love entered her body for the first time since their separation, tearing a moan from the females mouth. <em>"Let us stay together as we should have..."</em> He took her lips once more, branding her mouth as his own. <em>"Let our brother and sister find happiness with each other... as we have."</em> His hand moved lightly to her cheek. It was a loving motion that Isis revealed in. Yet her body cried out for Set to end the torment, and enter her once more. She moaned her mind completely consumed with passion, as he spoke. <em> "Be mine Isis... be my queen...."</em> Isis opened her eye gazing at them man that she loved. Her hips moved against his demanding to be penetrated once more. The goddess held off making any such silent demands however, as she process Set words. <br><br>He wanted her to stay with him to be his queen, love only him every night, bear fruit to his seed, all the while risking Osiris’ wrath. Isis had never disobeyed the will of destiny, and fate. Her obedience had always been absolute. If this had been their elder brother asking Isis to abandon her position as another man’s queen, the goddess had no doubt she would have refused. Yet this war Set her beautiful war god, lord, and master of her soul. She would do anything for him. She brought his lips down to her own. Sealing their eternal pact. After a while Isis lifted her lips from her lovers mouth, and smiled at him in unadulterated joy. “I was always yours Set. Mind, body, soul, and now your Queen.” She moved her hips against his lower bodily area demanding to be filled once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 03:50:42</strong>
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				The Warrior god had never thought that he would be able to have his love again. Not after that fateful day when their parents had split them apart. Set and been convinced that he would have been trapped in a loveless union, with a woman who had no intentions of bearing him an heir. And having to live with that fact that his one love in the world, the one woman who would actually care and love him was in the bed of another man. The very same man who he would clash with again and again. Set had never believed this day would actually come.<br><br>For a moment, Set thought that his love would refuse him. He thought that she was only coming into his bed and his heart this once. He thought that he would only have this night with the woman he loved. But then she spoke those wonderful words, and for the first time the storm god was truly happy. But he knew this happiness was going to come at a high price. He was sure that once Osiris had learned of this betrayal, he would surely come for his bride. And that meant the warrior god would have to prepare to battle his own brother, and fellow god.<br><br>But even the consequences of the two lovers actions could not stop the love that laid in his heart for her. And after so long, the warrior god was going to claim what was rightfully his. He leaned down and once more caught his lover's lips, kissing her deeply and lovingly as he began to make love to her for the first time in many years. This time was not like when they were younger, and they frequented each other's beds out of lust and desire. No, he wanted this time to be like their first. He wanted this time to be a remembrance of the night they had admitted their love, and sealed it with this embrace.<br><br>Slowly his hips began to work, his long shaft penetrating deep into his love. He small moan escaped the god's lips as he pushed deep inside her, only to start pulling out and then pushing deep again. His pace was slow and gentle, wanting this moment to be one of love, not lust. He wanted both of them to seal their love and their bond with this embrace. He wanted to hear her call out his name as he brought her to her orgasm. He wanted to feel the love she held for him in her heart. He wanted to see it reflect in her eyes as he reminded her what true pleasure really was. He pulled away from her lips, his hands moving onto those perfect child bearing hips of hers as he continued to thrust deep inside her, but kept his pace slow and gentle.<br><br>His eyes gazed over her beautiful form, moving slowly from her womb, up her stomach, over her breasts and then finally to her eyes. His own sky-blue orbs were filled with nothing but love for the goddess beneath him. And even the pleasure that shot through him with each thrust was not enough to take the love out of his eyes. "<strong>My love... my queen...</strong>" He whispered, his voice soft and caring. "<strong>Bear me an heir...</strong>" He whispered. "<strong>Let it be this night that your womb carries life... let it be our love that creates a child...</strong>" He said. He gave another moan as a shot of pleasure echoed through his form. "<strong>Let us seal our bond by creating an heir...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 00:42:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Isis knew that she would pay for the vow she had given Set. Once their older brother discovered that she no longer considered herself married to him. Osiris would rain upon them with all his powerful fury, and declare warfare on his hated brother. Set would go into battle risking his life, while the goddess remained safe, as a prize of war. Isis could see it now even, as they made love. There would be a lot of battles, plenty of blood shed, and more lives lost then her guilt would be able to sustain. Isis was well aware that Set would try to lessen the burdens that she would feel, but the daunting days would begin to tell on him too. <br><br>The goddess began to ponder if it was really worth defying the fates so that they could be together. She did not want the Storm god suffering so harshly. All their other remaining siblings despised him so. If he were ever brought to punishment, he would suffer greatly. Maybe it was best if they cut their losses here, and feigned any remembrance of this night. She did not want to see him hurt. Isis would have told Set this very thing, but was given no chance as he distracted her with another lingering kiss. <br><br>He was pleased with her earlier words, leaning down as he sealed her mouth with his once more. Isis knew that he was branding her, marking the female as his own. Wiping away any remembrance of the man that had taken her away from him. A renewal of affections that would&nbsp; “Set.” She whispered his name, pulling his body closer to her own. The exchange of their lips gradually changing into a leisurely caress. Between a couple sharing in a common joy. They kissed one another as is they couldn’t get enough, as if they had passed a point of not return, and there was no going back. Isis would regret none of it. <br><br>What they renewed here tonight forged a reawaking bond that could never be undone. She cried out, as the feeling of her lover’s long hard shaft left her body. Filling the goddess once more. Isis couldn’t think, or breathe as she struggled against the delicious sensation of having Set inside her for a second time. He cased back, then thrust again, lodging himself even deeper even deeper, her channel growing hotter, wetter then before. Leaving her so slick his strong penetration seemed absolutely right. <br><br>“I love you my King.” Her eye gazing at the warrior god, as he continued to thrust inside her at a slow rhythmic pace that created a friction of sensation in the goddess’s body. She watched as Set eyes trailed over petite forum, leisurely move upward from her hips, torso, breast, lips, and then finally her eyes. The looked in his gaze never made Isis feel more alive. He moaned, thrusting into her once more. The goddess could let the pleasuring sensitivity overtake her, as she listen to Set words through lidded eyes. <em><strong> "My love... my queen..."</strong></em> He spoke. His words sounding like a beginning caress. <br><br><em><strong> "Bear me an heir..."</strong></em> Isis gasped shocked by his words. She would have never guessed he wanted this of her. Yet unlike Osiris he most like knew why she had never produced such a gift. Now he was asking her to give it to him, and she could not think of anything she wanted more. <em><strong> "Let it be this night that your womb carries life... let it be our love that creates a child..."</strong></em> He thrusted into her once more sending a wave of pleasure through both of their bodies. <em><strong> "Let us seal our bond by creating an heir..."</strong></em><br><br>“Yes.” Isis nodded vigorously, pulling Set into a soul-searing kiss. She lifted her hips deepening the penetration of their connecting forms, the friction from his thrust slowly building inside her. “I need you Set. I need it hard, and deep.” She moaned, her body pleading with him to give her a release he could only provide.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 04:53:39</strong>
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				Set as well knew that tonight might very well cause a rift between their siblings. But he didn't care. He had had enough of his siblings scorn. He'd had enough of them keeping him away from the woman he loved. He had been separated from her once before. He was not going to let his brother do it again. Set was a warrior. He would fight for the right to have his love, even if it was against his brother. He would fight anyone to keep her with him. But maybe he wouldn't have to fight them alone.<br><br>But soon the Storm god pushed that from his mind. Those were thoughts for the morning. For now, he would focus only on his love. He could tell from her moans and the way her body reacted to his thrusts that his brother had not been as good a lover as he had. Set had always known that he would be the only one to make Isis moan and cry out. He knew that he would be the only one to truly be able to pleasure her. And that was what he was going to do. He was going to remind her of the days when they would give into their desires so readily. Of when they made love so freely, no matter the location.<br><br>When his queen agreed to his request, his thrusts began to pick up. Pushing deeper and faster in and out of her, the warrior god looked to finally seal their pact. He gladly returned her kiss, matching it's passion as his shaft worked her more and more. The god wished to hear her scream his name once more. He wished her to writhe and moan under him, just as she used to when they were young. More moans escaped his lips as he took her, his hips working against hers more and more, pleasure coursing through him. He knew that soon enough he would reach his peak. He seized her lips with his once more, kissing her with all the love in his heart as he slid as deep as he could. His moan was muffled against her lips as he finally came, his seed releasing deep inside his love, claiming her as his once more. Slowly his lips pulled from hers, the last of his seed falling inside her.<br><br>"<strong>My queen...</strong>" He whispered, his hand moving onto her cheek. "<strong>I have been yours since we were young...</strong>" His eyes met hers, his own filled with happiness and love. Unlike Osiris, who had to hope that his seed would bear fruit, the warrior god knew that her womb would swell with life. "<strong>I love you Isis... I will fight anyone for your hand... I will fight all of our siblings to keep you...</strong>" He began to gently caress her cheek. "<strong>No one will take you from me again...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 19:39:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Isis had not felt this fulfilled for centuries. Being in Set’s arms, feeling his shafts buried completely inside her was heaven she could not describe. She met each of his penetration matching them thrust for thrust, imprinting her nails in the fold of his back. Her lips’ pressing light kisses onto his shoulders, trailing down accessible areas of his back. The tempo of his thrust began to speed up, driving the goddesses mind dizzy with need. Osiris had never been able to coax reaction such as these from Isis. Her body, and mind in one accord. “Set…” She cried out, past the point of caring about anything, but the desire that scorched through her veins like a fire, which needed fuel to fulfill its ravenous hunger. <br><br>It had been so long time. A long time since she had felt this close to experiencing an orgasm. Ordinarily during her bedding with their elder brother, Isis would have to pretend to achieve satisfaction. Set was different. He knew exactly all the right spots to touch, tastes, and tease to inspire her body to react. Nothing could compare to the man in her arms. Nothing. He was the perfect lover. Moaning, Isis clutched her arms around Set’s wide shoulders. She closed her eyes, and abandoned to the wild ecstasy rippling through her like a rising tide. <br><br>She lifted her head, and took the warrior gods mouth. Using her tongue to ravish him with the same thoroughness he was using to claim her above. The double penetrations were nearly Isis’s undoing, her senses were all, but overwhelmed, as a rush of longing of thunder, and lightening brewed like a coming storm. The goddess quaked, wondering if she might mad from the force of sensation quivering through her limbs. Her body needed release so bad, and with each pointed thrust her lover plunged inside her. The goddess was close to her breaking point. <br><br>She wrapped her legs around the warrior’s hips, deepening each one of his newer penetrations. Leaving Isis no choice but to take his next few thrust in full, and complete incursion. Her head arched back, a cry echoing from her lips, as the world around her shifted into a tilted access, shadows threaten to over take her, as Isis plunged into a maelstrom of rapture. Moaning, and writhing, she allowed the pleasure sweep through her in an explosion of light, and joy. Making the goddess believe that this is what should be like, as she reached her peak. <br><br>Above her Set continued to thrust, and push inside her with a frenzied pace. His lips capturing hers as he claimed his satisfaction. <strong><em> "My queen..."</em></strong> He breathed, using his hands to capture her cheek. Isis stared at him through veil eyes, fighting the sleepy fulfillment that he had given her. <strong> "I have been yours since we were young..."</strong> She stared at Set. Her eyes filled with renewed joy, happy that she no longer had to live the remainder of her immortal life with him. What they had created here tonight not only rekindled what they once had, but bonded them with the new life that swelled within her. <strong> "I love you Isis... I will fight anyone for your hand... I will fight all of our siblings to keep you..."</strong><br><br>She smiled, loving the feel of his hand stroking her cheek. <strong> "No one will take you from me again..."</strong> Isis believed, and trusted that Set would do all that was in his power to keep her safe from their brother’s wrath.&nbsp; She pulled him close; bring his lips just inch above her own. “I love you as well Set. And I have no doubt that you will protect me from the harm Osiris will try to inflict. “ It made her love him all the more. Just knowing that he would take these risks for her.<br><br>&nbsp;“No matter how the coming days fares for us. I will stay by your side, fight with you, and protect the life that we have created inside me from harm.” She kissed him, using the sentiment as a vow, and pact to her words. Once she lifted her lips Isis smiled, and turned to snuggle into Set’s body. “Now my King you have thoroughly worn out your queen. So rest will be needed if I am to service you come morning.”</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 22:37:06</strong>
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				For the first time in a long while, Set had felt content. He looked over his queen's beautiful form, and he couldn't help by run his hand over her. He loved her more then anything. And his heart soared as he realized that he finally had the one woman who ever cared for him. He had the one woman who he would ever hold in his heart. A gentle smile graced the warrior god's lips. This was how everything was supposed to be. This was how his life was supposed to go. The love of his life in his bed and wanting to rule with him. An heir soon to be gracing her womb. All of this felt right. And he was not going to let their brother take this from him again.<br><br>The storm god slowly removed himself from his queen's folds, giving a small moan as he did so. This night had been just like all the other's they had spent together. And now that they were bonded once more, he knew that many more night's like this one would follow. The god gave a small smile when she spoke of her servicing him. He laid down beside her, kissing her deeply and lovingly for a long while. "Mmm... I think I would enjoy that very much... my queen..." He whispered, just imagining what tomorrow would hold for them.<br><br>His arms moved around his beautiful queen, pulling her close to him as the blanket of his bed pulled itself around them. The god held his queen gently to his chest, his lips touching her forehead once before he spoke once more. "Get all the rest you can my love... for tomorrow you'll be screaming in pleasure far more then just once..." He said, smiling a little more. He knew very well that their brother might come for his bride tomorrow. But his thoughts also turned to his own bride, Nephthys. How would she react to finding him in bed with the woman he loved? Sure, she despised him as much as their other siblings, but they had still taken vows to each other.<br><br>The god shook that thought from his head. When Nephthys and he shared this bed there was no love behind it. They never held each other like this. If she was angry with him, so be it. At this this way she could get the man she desired, since Osiris' wife was now with set. He let out a small breath, kissing his love gently on the lips as his hand touched her cheek. And it was like this that he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep and peaceful sleep, for the first time since they had been separated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 07:33:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">“This is not what I ordered you simpering idiot!” Nephthys goddess of funerary, queen of the storms, and barren lands, wife to the warrior god Set glared down at the palace servant who dared to bring her the wrong set of royal cloaks. Her hand still burned from the slap she slid across the maids face. “I apologize your excellency. I meant no harm.” The serving girl begged for forgiveness, grabbing up the scatter cloths. Her hands trembled as she placed each garment onto the golden tray. The current queen of the storms held no such sympathy for the servant girl, as far as she was concerned. Her morning wardrobe was ruined, and the girl had to pay. “I don’t want your apology. Just a new set of garments, and I suggest little servant girl that you get it right this time. For there will not be a next.” She summoned an energy ball into her hand, flaunting it in front of the maid. <br><br>The girl yelped, but managed to nod as she raced out of the room. Nephthys was certain that the maid would not be back until she had the proper garments. She turned away from the door, seating herself in front of the delicious breakfast presented on the table. The servant had brought the feast into Nephthys’ private chambers just before she woke, and continued during the mishap with the maid. Now only the two footmen remained in the room while goddess broke her fast. They stood on the far corner of the room, motionless, and faces completely devoid of emotion. If Nephthys had any care what her servant truly though of her. She would be surprised to find out that the whole palace staff had an immense dislike for her. <br><br>Not that the goddess would care of course. She had a carefree life style, and no one would dare lay a hand on her. While she detested her brother spouse Set, the female deity was well aware that he would never let harm come to her. At least not if he wanted his precious heir he wouldn’t. She smiled popping another grape into her mouth. It was too bad that she never intended to give him one. Nephthys’ hated her sibling with a vengeance, and if she could make him half as miserable as their union made her. She could live a seemingly content immortal existents. <br><br>If the goddess could not have what she truly desired, her brother husband would suffer as well. Of course an heir was not the only thing her consort wanted. It was well known among the siblings he desired Isis as well. Sweet, caring Isis their older brothers beloved wife. Unlike the rest of their family, she did not despise Set. Her feelings for their brother swayed into a gentler direction. Love. It was hard to believe that the girl felt such emotions for that scarred ruffian. Nephthys’ could hardly understand why she would ever desire to hold such a being. She could hardly bring herself touch him. <br><br>It was too bad that the vows of ceremony prevent Isis from taking Set as her own. Nephthys’ would have willing given him away to have their brother Osiris. While he did not have the power build Set had. Their elder brother was magnificent in other ways. Of course once again he had only eyes for their fair sister. Sometimes the goddess hated the luck of the draw that made Isis the fairer sister. Their parents had known it, and for that very reason paired her with Osiris. It was too bad of course that the trio had no idea, her fair sister held no affection for their older brother in that regard. While she lay with Osiris to produce an heir, she had no desire to be in his bed. <br><br>She smiled sipping her goblet of wine, as she motion for one of the footmen to step forward. “Is there something I can do for you your majesty?” The servant inquired. “Where is his excellency? I have a desire to break the rest of my fast with him.” Which was a lie. The last thing Nephthys’ wanted to do was spending the morning in Set presences. Yet she was in a good mood, and though to make him think she would indulge his needs for the evening. “His Excellency has not risen yet your immense.” The goddess frown that was not like Set. He was normally up, and about around this time of day. It was not usual for him to still be lying about in bed. “Is that a fact? I think I will pay my consort a surprise call then.” She threw the napkin on the table, and proceeded out the door. <br><br>The footmen wanted to stop the female deity, but they knew only punishments would be in their future for such action. Everyone inside the entire palace knew what the King had done the other night, and well aware who with. While they wanted to protect him from discovery, none of them wanted to suffer for attempting to do such a noble act.&nbsp; So they let the goddess go, walking toward her husbands room to discover him with another woman, their sister no less. Nephthys’ arrived in front of Set’s moments later. She didn’t even bother knock. She just walked in, and headed into his chambers. His bedroom was the last room apart of his apartments.&nbsp; Nephthys’ passed each one of them, and then silently entered Set’s main room itself. “My darling husband. I have come to greet you this morn…” She trailed off. Her mouth gapped into a wide hole, as she notice her warrior consort ling naked upon his bed with their sister in his arms. Nephthys’ nearly passed out, but her shock turned into anger as she came barreling forward. “What in the fates is this!” She ripped the blanket off the pair, rousing them to wakefulness of the day. </span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 12:42:11</strong>
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				For the first time in a long while the warrior god slept soundly. It might have been from the love making session he had with his love the night before. It might have been from the knowledge that he would finally have the heir that he desired. It might have even been from the knowledge that he finally had someone who wished to be with him. But what kept the god in such a peaceful sleep, was the feeling of warmth coming from his lover's body. The sounds of her soft breathing as she slept so soundly with him. For the first time in a long while, the warrior god was happy.<br><br>When they were younger, Set would constantly sneak into bed with his love. Images of those nights flashed in his minds. Some nights they would make love, like they had the night before. Sometimes it was just they would give in to their lust and make love like animals, going until they both didn't have the strength. And sometimes he just laid with his love, keeping her in his arms as she slept ever so peacefully. Those were the happiest the god had ever been in his entire life. And now that his love had returned to him... now that she had agreed to be his... he knew that many more nights like when they were younger would come again.<br><br>But the god's peaceful sleep was taken away as he felt the blanket around the lovers be ripped off of them, followed by his wife's anger filled voice. The god of storm's eyes opened, and his gaze moved slowly to his wife. They had been caught. But to be honest? Set was glad. He was glad that Nephthys had caught them. He was glad that his wife had found them like this. His eyes moved to hers for a moment before he gave his love a gentle kiss on the lips. "<strong>Do not worry my love... I will handle this... just stay here... and we'll pick up where we left off from last night soon.</strong>" He whispered, caressing her cheek gently.<br><br>He slowly let go of his new queen before slowly standing before his wife, his eyes on hers. He took a deep breath, looking Nephthys over for a moment. "<strong>What is it?</strong>" He asked, his eyes resting on hers. "<strong>That... was Isis and I once more rekindling our love... something you would not know about...</strong>" He said, trying to keep his voice calm. "<strong>I've treated you the best any man could ever do. I've given you everything you ever desired... I even tried to show you the love that you desired from our elder brother... but no matter what I gave you, you still have hated me.</strong>" His gaze narrowed. "<strong>I've had it. I've had it with you abusing my servants... with you taking more and more and never giving anything in return...</strong>" He took a step towards her. "<strong>You wanted to have our brother all to yourself? Fine. Go get him. Leave my palace and never return.</strong>" He said. "<strong>I've found a new queen... one who actually loves and respects me... one who will actually lay with me... one who will gladly let our bond bring life.</strong>" He started to glare at his wife. "<strong>Leave. You are not welcome here anymore...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 05:43:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>The tranquility of their beautiful night together ended the moment Nephthys found them sprawled naked upon Set’s bed. Isis’ beautiful dream was shattered once she laid eyes on her sister’s furious features. She gasped, pulling the crumpled sheets from the bed around her body. She never felt more raw, and exposed in her whole life. Set on the other hand held no such guilt. He paid no heed to Nephthys’ thunder, and centered his attention on the woman in his arms. <em> "Do not worry my love...</em> He pressed a light kiss upon the goddesses mouth. His words trying to be a comfort to the situation they found themselves in. <em>I will handle this... just stay here... and we'll pick up where we left off from last night soon."</em> Isis wanted to protest, and tell her lover that stating such a fact in front of their sibling was hardly the way to begin he conversation. But Set rose from the bed before she could make any such statement. <br><br>He stood before his soon to be former consort, taking no heed to modesty. His face that had been so loving where she was concerned was no completely devoid of any affection, as he gazed upon their shard sibling. <em>"What is it?"</em> The Queen of the storms eyes flashed. How dare her adulteress spouse question her after finding him in this a compromising position. “You have no right to question me, after how I have found you a bed this morning.” She laughed, but there was no humor behind it. “Really Set you have gone with out for so long that you could not turned down the first pair of thigh that presented themselves.” She glared at Isis, disgust over shadowing her eyes. <em> "That... was Isis and I once more rekindling our love... something you would not know about..."</em><br><br>“Love?” Nephthys’ echoed Set’s words. Almost as if she could not believe that he would even use this word with this sordid thing they had going on. “What the hell would I do with the emotion? Waste it on you?” She shook her head.&nbsp; “No. That would only be a waste of my precious time.” The goddess stated to the warrior deity. The hatred she had bottle up for centuries flashing in her eyes. “You were a terrible choice of spouse.” Set designed to speak up, after such a bold statement. <em> "I've treated you the best any man could ever do. </em> He began. <em> “I've given you everything you ever desired... I even tried to show you the love that you desired from our elder brother... but no matter what I gave you, you still have hated me."</em> That was true. There was nothing her warrior spouse could have done over centuries that would have brought Nephthys any happiness. Her dreams of holding their older brother affection would never be realized. <br><br><em>"I've had it. I've had it with you abusing my servants... with you taking more and more and never giving anything in return..."</em> He stepped forward moving towards the female. “Set…” Isis reached out for him, concerned by what action he might take. No one heeded the naked goddesses words. Her beloved King stood before their shard sibling. His voice filled with commanding authority.&nbsp; <em> "You wanted to have our brother all to yourself? Fine. Go get him. Leave my palace and never return."</em> Nephthys’ growled, staring at the warrior god defiantly. No one gave her orders. <em>"I've found a new queen... one who actually loves and respects me... one who will actually lay with me... one who will gladly let our bond bring life."</em> The goddesses’ eyes narrowed, wondering what her unwanted sibling meant by the last part of his statement. She gazed to her sister. Her celestial eyes focusing on her womb, there was a budding light resonating from her torso area. This was rich. Their sister was carrying their brother’s seed. <br><br>She moved passed the storm god, glaring at their sister. “You little tramp. You would not give our beloved older brother a heir, but you would give this lout one. You are unbelievable Isis.” The goddess covered her mouth in silent anguish. She could say nothing; for there were no words that could change the situation they found themselves in.&nbsp; Nephthys’ turned away, disgusted. She could look at her sister no more. “I guess congratulation are in order Set. You finally have the woman your truly desire.” She turned for the door. “And don’t worry brother I am leaving. If only to regale to Osiris exactly what had transpired here today.” The former queen of the storms exited the royal apartment, leaving the lovers alone once more. The remaining goddess in the room sat on the bed trembling, as the fear of their older siblings wrath took over. </span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 07:29:29</strong>
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				Set watched as his wife stormed off. And he was glad she was gone. He had given her everything she had ever desired. Anything she had asked for he had given her. And what had he gotten in return for years of gifts and faithfulness? Nothing. All she ever did was yell and scream about how she had gotten screwed when their parents paired them off. All she ever did was insult him, abuse his servants, and wear down his patience. Whenever she stormed off he felt horrible. But not this time. No, this time he was glad she was gone. He was glad she was leaving. It didn't matter to him anymore. He just wanted to be with the woman he loved.<br><br>He remembered once when a minor god had insulted Nephthys, Set had gone to set the idiot straight. The fight had been long and brutal, but Set had come out on top, just like he always did. When he managed to return to his palace, bloodied and hurt she didn't even bother to help him when he begged her to. He was lucky that he kept a doctor amongst his servants, or he might not have looked the way he did right now. He let out a small sigh. The long scar that ran down his back seemed to pulse at the memory of that night. The night when his wife would have let him die rather then help the man who would have done anything she had asked him to.<br><br>The warrior god gently moved beside his love, gently moving his arms around her and keeping her close to him. He pulled his love into his lap, letting her rest in the gods arms and letting her lay her head against his chest. He could sense her fear, and she was right to be scared. Their brother was known to have quite a temper, but he was also very powerful. If it did come to blows between the two brothers, Set knew very well that only one of them would come out on top. His lips gently touched his love's forehead, before he gently moved her hands onto his chest, running her fingers over the dozens of scars that marred his chest back and arms.<br><br>"He will not take you from me..." Set whispered. "I did not gain these scars by just laying down and letting my enemies wail on me..." He kept her close, letting her feel and hear the god's beating heart. "I will fight for you Isis... no matter what I fight for the right to have you..." He tilted her chin up to him, looking deep into her eyes. "Fate took you from me once... I will not allow our brother to take you from me a second time." He lips touched hers gently and lovingly, letting her see that he would take on the world itself if it meant he could keep her. But once again the scar on his back ached, almost as a reminder of the last time he promised to fight for someone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 23:41:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Once Nephthys made her dramatic exit. Isis could only watched her go, as she sat upon Set’s bed trembling in fear. She should have known that the happiness that they had found in each other’s arms would not last. They had woken up from an enchanting dream, only to be confronted by a nightmare. Isis had never meant to hurt Nephthys. She loved her sister, and only wished her the very best. Yet it seemed her driving love for Set had only begun the opening chaos to their difficult situation. Nephthys’ reaction had only been the appetizer. Osiris’ reaction would be the coup de grâce. His anger, and rage would be colossal. Isis had no idea how she would be able to soothe his ire. <br><br>The goddess did not want to see Set hurt, let only watch both her siblings engage in battle. Isis was well aware that only one of them would walk off the battlefield alive. Their battle, their war would be to the death. The female deity closed her eyes, trying to block out the horrifying image. She could feel her warrior lover’s arms encompassing her body into his embrace. Isis did not fight him. She went willingly into his arms, and accepted the support he offered. Her head lay across his chest, as his lips grazed over the goddesses’ temple.&nbsp; <br><br>Set did not speak at first. He allowed the moment of his actions make the beginning of his statement, as he brought her hand gracefully across his scared chest. <em>"He will not take you from me..."</em> Isis’s eyes filled with tears at his words. <em>"I did not gain these scars by just laying down and letting my enemies wail on me..."</em> The goddess shook her head. This was not what she wanted. Isis did not want Set risk any more limbs, he had already been through so much already. How could she live through seeing him wounded any further? <em> "I will fight for you Isis... no matter what I fight for the right to have you..."</em> He tilted her chin, bringing her eyes into full contact with his own. <br><br>The power, and resolve Isis saw in those beautiful orbs nearly took her breath away. <em>"Fate took you from me once... I will not allow our brother to take you from me a second time."</em> He took Isis mouth into a slow loving kiss. The fear that been plaguing her mind melting away. She smiled, as she ended the kiss, and stared into the warrior gods loving eyes. The sheet she had wrapped around her bare form, dropped around her waist, exposing her upper form. “You have kept me naked for far to long my Warrior King “ She kissed him playfully, rubbing her body against his own. Making a silent statement that she really had no complaints. “I demand that you bath, feed, clothe, and show me around my new home. Before you bed me once more.” Isis was readily anticipating the last. She wanted Set to take her at least once in every room of the palace before the day was over. </span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 01:16:38</strong>
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				Set let out a small sigh. He knew very well that his brother's wraith and rage would be colossal. But he also knew that in a test of arms, he would have the advantage. Their brother might have been a warrior as well, but he had not gone through all that Set had. He had not vanquished his enemies personally, as Set had. His brother was a leader. He let his minions fight his battle for him. Sure, he could fight if he had to. And Set was sure that their brother trained a least a little bit in how to combat his enemies face to face. But Set was the warrior in their family. Yes, he too brought minions with him into larger battles, but he did not command them from a hilltop nearby. He fought with them on the front lines. He bled with them. His servants were more of his family then his actual family ever was. They would live and die for him. And he would die for them.<br><br>They had much to do, much to prepare for. Their brother's rage would be terrible. But it was a storm that the warrior god and his family could weather and overcome. But then his queen revealed her upper body to him, and made her request. He gave a small smile to her, knowing very well the hidden request behind her words. She wished him to take her in every room of his palace. That was a request he would be more then happy to fulfill. His lips found hers, kissing her deeply and lovingly for a moment or so. "Mmm... do not worry my love... I shall grant your request soon enough." He snapped his fingers once, smiling gently as his little scorpion servant waddled into the room. "Go to General Atticus. Tell him to prepare the palace." The little creature clicked it's claws once in acknowledgement. "Then I want you to find the king of your kind... and tell him that the god of the desert requests his aid." Once more the creature clicked it's claws and then waddled out of the room.<br><br>With that taken care of, the warrior god turned his attention back to his queen. The smile on his lips grew as his hand found her perfect breasts, gently starting to caress and play with one as his eyes stayed on hers. "Oh? Have I my queen?" He asked, his hand giving her nipple a gentle pull before returning to it's caress. "And what if I wished you to stay naked as long as you are with me? Would you deny me my wish?" He asked, his free hand grasping the sheet and pulling it away from her, leaving the both of them bare before each other once more. " His hand played with her breast for a moment longer before gently sliding down her divine form, and slipping between her perfect legs, his finger running slowly against her sex, hoping to raise some lust in his queen's body. "The bath is always ready for you my love... and as a goddess I know very well you can clothe and feed yourself..." He smiled, his finger slipping inside her and slowly starting to move back and forth in and out of her.<br><br>The storm god gave a sly smile, holding her a bit tighter to him as he continued to play with her body. This was becoming very fun. "As for showing you around... I think we can get to that in a moment..." He said, his finger sliding a bit deeper into her. "Do not worry my queen... I'll be sure to take you in every room of this palace before the day ends, but for right now I think I'd like to have a bit of fun with you..." He smiled, kissing her deeply before laying her back amongst the soft sheets of the god's bed. He moved on top of her once more, his lips moving slowly down to her neck, kissing her gently. Maybe now was a perfect time for a bit of teasing. "Mmmm... maybe it's time you got acquainted with several of our most faithful servants my queen." He said, smiling a little. "I have been known to allow the most faithful to join me in my bed from time to time... and I'm sure some of them are eager to do it again..." He smiled a little more, his lips moving to her ear. "I'm sure they would be just as eager to find out how to make their queen writhe and wriggle with pleasure...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 07:01:49</strong>
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				Unlike the rest of their family, Isis knew better then to throw down a challenge to Set. He was a warrior by essence, and nature. He would rise to any gauntlet that was thrown his way. The goddess had learned that first had in their adolescent years. The years they had been lovers, and held a foolish belief they would be bonded mates. Set had been a fevered god in those days. Proving himself a capable, and skilled soldier. Besting their father’s best men, and eventually their older brother. He had even won Isis body, and mind. For like Nephthys, she as well had been raised to despise her brother. <br><br>Only she had not hated Set like the others. Isis had been weary of course, but all that had changed they day she finally approached him. Soon enough her body had betrayed her, and then began the silent battle to keep herself out of the warrior gods grasp. Isis had tried avoiding her sibling, but it never worked. She would either run into him, or he would find her. She had even tried banishing him from her presence, but Set proved that he would not heed others command, and came any way. It wasn’t long after that Isis could no longer resist is charms, and gave into the desire to be in his arms.&nbsp; <br><br>While others might have regretted making such a decision, the goddess had held no such misgivings. What she had found in Set’s arms had been unreal. He was the perfect lover for her. Isis smiled at those memories, as she leaned into her warrior’s arms. Set had been a masterful lover in those days. Sating both their bodies in all the colorful imaginative ways that came to mind. Isis had always enjoyed the slow leisure time when they had made love. Yet it had always been the times when Set had taken her in the heat of the moment that been the goddesses favorite. <br><br><em>"Oh? Have I my queen?"</em> Isis beamed at her beloved mate, watching silently as he removed the remainder of the cloth shield their bodies from exposure. <em>"And what if I wished you to stay naked as long as you are with me? Would you deny me my wish?"</em> The goddess feigned a pout, as she felt Set had caress the pert area of her nipples. “But what if I don’t want to be naked any more?” She smiled; both of them knowing full well that she would give him full access to her body. The goddess threw her back, gasping as she felt her warrior lover’s hands travel pleasurably over her upper body, gliding between her legs. <br><br><em>"The bath is always ready for you my love... and as a goddess I know very well you can clothes and feed yourself..."</em> Isis breath hitched, she wanted to tell him that was beside the point, but her traitorous body was aching with so much need. “Set…” She breathed, her fingers imprinting into his flesh, as she felt his own fingers slid into her heat. “Set!” She squealed his name, barely caring about the arrogant smile playing on his face. The only thing she could focus on was the intense pleasure of feeling his fingers inside her body, her hips meeting the motion of his hands with every thrust.&nbsp; <br><br>Isis was well aware that Set was enjoying her surrender. <em>"As for showing you around... I think we can get to that in a moment..."</em> His fingers slid deeper into her core. The goddess moaned, her hips lifting in thoughtless abandon, begging him to bring her body to completion. <em>"Do not worry my queen... I'll be sure to take you in every room of this palace before the day ends, but for right now I think I'd like to have a bit of fun with you..."</em> Isis stared at the roguish deity, wondering how she would survive any more of his delicious torture. He captured her lips once more, diving them both into a passionate kiss, as he laid her upon his bed.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved over top of her, his lips traveling down to her neck in gentle strokes. Isis shuddered, loving the feel of his mouth on the sensitive parts of her body.&nbsp; She gazed into his playful eyes, getting a solid feeling that he was up to something. <em>"Mmm...maybe its time you got acquainted with several of our most faithful servants my queen."</em> Isis frowned, unsure of her lover’s meaning. What did his servants have to do with what was going on right here? The goddess gazed at the warrior giving him a puzzled look. <em>"I have been known to allow the most faithful to join me in my bed from time to time... and I'm sure some of them are eager to do it again..."</em> <br><br>Isis squirmed on the bed, intrigued by such a tantalizing idea.&nbsp; Set must have seen her reaction for in the next moment. He brought her lips to her ears, and whispering something even more appealing. <em> "I'm sure they would be just as eager to find out how to make their queen writhe and wriggle with pleasure...."</em> The goddess turned planting a kiss on her warrior kings lips. When she finally lifted her head. She smiled, as she her hands traveled over his throbbing erection. “I would love to meet your servant my lord.” She wrapped her hands around his member. “Especially if they can please me as much as you.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 07:55:15</strong>
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				The warrior god had always known that Isis desired to be in his arms. It was why no matter what she told him he would always come back. Even if their family had been raised to hate him, Isis was different. When he approached her he saw the curiosity in her eyes. And he was sure that she saw the desire in his. Sure, it started off as harmless flirtations, but the more time they spent together the deeper his desire became, and the more her curiosity grew. And it was during that one fateful night that she gave into her curiosity and found the only lover who could ever bring her the true pleasure she so desired. And it was that night that Set knew that no matter what, Isis would be his queen.<br><br>It had taken many centuries, and through many hardships, but no Set had the one thing he would ever need in this world. Isis by his side. And no one, not Osiris, not the fates, not even their parents would separate the storm god from his queen. He would fight to keep her. He had put up with their scorn and their hatred for too long. He had to stay back as he watched all the others have their happiness. Well now it was time that he got his own.<br><br>When she spoke to him, he smiled. His fingers began to work her womanhood a little faster, trying to make his goddess writhe and wiggle under his pleasurable hold. He too enjoyed taking her in the heat of the moment. Like when they had been exploring in Osiris' chambers one night and they both had to hide in a spare closet to prevent from being seen. He had taken her right there, under their brother's unknowing eyes. The way she squirmed as she fought back the moans, when she fell back against him when he brought her to her orgasm. Just the memories alone made him want to take his goddess once again. But that would come in due time.<br><br>"But my queen... you know I love it when you're naked... and if you stay unclothed, it will make it much easier for me to take you, should the need arise." His fingers plunged a little deeper into her, almost like the thought of that increased his desire for her. "Just think... all you need to do is walk around... and if I should desire you, I'm just one movement away from placing you back in a world of pleasure...." He smiled, starting to kiss his queens neck affectionately as he worked her more and more, his fingers working her walls with a practiced skill, one that he had honed during their younger years.<br><br>The warrior god had been so focused on making his queen moan, that he had not noticed that she had taken a hold of him in return. However, the moment he did the smile on his lips grew a little. He kissed her deeply and lovingly for a long while before raising his free hand and snapping his fingers. "As you wish my queen..." He said. "They are quite excellent lovers... and I'm sure they will quite enjoy getting to know your body..." He smiled, waiting until he heard the door open before speaking. "And here they are now..." He looked back at the two of them, a man and a woman. The warrior god's fingers slid deeper again into his queen, and began to move faster as well, almost like he was trying to make her cum once again in front of them. "My queen... this is Anya and Elath... they are husband and wife... and completely devoted to me..." He smiled just a little more. "And I'm sure they'd love to get to know you..."<br><br>The man stood just a bit shorter then Set, but like the warrior god he had the look of a soldier. His eyes were a dark brown, and his hair was cut short. Also like Set, scars ran over his body in dozens but the most prominent was the one the ran diagonally across his face. The woman was beautiful. Long black hair accompanied by hazel eyes and flawless skin. She was very curvy, and just from the look in her eyes you could see that she knew many things about the bed. "We are yours to serve, Master Set." Elath said, bowing before the two bedding gods.&nbsp; His eyes moved to their new queen, and the man licked his lips once. "And yours as well, my queen." He said, already thinking about some of the things he'd like to do to her. "My wife and I are quite skilled in the arts of... pleasure..." He smiled just a little, moving behind his wife. "Allow me to show you..." He said, slowly sliding his hand down the woman's front, kissing along her neck as his hand caressed her on it's way down.&nbsp; He smiled just a little more, his hand slipping between her legs and his fingers slipping inside his wife, sliding deep inside her and masterfully finding her g-spot and starting to caress it very slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 09:03:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">It was a usual day for Osiris King of the Gods. He woke like normally after a long night of demanding duties. The deity King had wanted to spend the night in the comforts of his wife’s arms. However his beautiful queen was well aware that they’re omnipotent way of life came with heavy price as well. Those who served them in the mortal realm needed the reassurance of their gods. Without them they would surly loose their faith. It was why a deities’ obligations took primary purpose to their own personal needs, and desire. Though… Osiris smiled. He guessed taking a reprieve, and spending a free evening with ones spouse would hardly be called a remiss in responsibilities.<br><br>Isis most certainly would agree. Isis…his beloved queen; it was still hard to believe that he had gain the right to possesses the beautiful goddess. In their adolescent years he had been so fearful that his queen preferred their errant brother to him. Osiris had always found them together when he chanced upon the pair. Watching them as they spoke in corners, gazing at them at them during Set’s training sessions, and looking as both of them laughed at some unknown joke, or other. It had driven him crazy back in those days, knowing that Isis preferred to be in Set’s company rather than his own. Osiris had been lost at what to do. <br><br>In those days he had wanted Isis for his own. However unlike Set, Osiris in those days hadn’t been the powerful force like he was now. He had stood no chance in capturing his fair sister’s attention. Her interest back than had been all for Set; Osiris had known than that if something hadn’t been done. He would have lost his beloved goddess forever, so to ensure that his disfavored brother stood no chance to gaining their beautiful sibling. He petition to their father to reveal the pairing selection of his siblings. From there he knew that Set would have to honor the codes of the gods, and leave Isis be as he became acquainted with his own future mate. Leaving Osiris to achieve his own goals, and centuries later he had no doubt he had done just that. <br><br>Isis, his beautiful goddess belonged to him whole-heartedly. She no longer looked to Set with those large orbs filled with desire, all her love now belonged to him. Osiris smiled, as he thought about the satisfying thought. It made his plans to spend the evening with his gorgeous queen all the more appealing. The King of the Gods rose to his feet, heading towards the main halls of the palace. He was done with most of the pressing matters of the day. A visit to his consort would seem a fitting way to spend the remainder. The servants in the hall bowed to him one by one. Each one of them performing a particular duty assigned. <br><br>Osiris paid them no mind like usual his attention fully focused on locating his spouse. Isis was normally to be located in her garden tending to the flowers she loved so much. He remembered finding her there many a times gazing out into the distant as she held a blooming rose, or tulip between those elegant hands. It was there Osiris was certain to find her, or at least that was what he had thought upon his arrival. Isis was nowhere to be found in the cultivated area. The beautiful serene paradise where his consort spent most of her time was empty of her presences. <em>Where is my queen?”</em> The King of the Gods thought. He frowned, as he stepped back into the main hall. Calling forth on of the goddess personal servants<br><br>“Khepri? Has her excellency not risen for the day yet?”&nbsp; Osiris questioned the young serving girl. He knew for a fact that she was Isis usual attendant. “No your majesty. Her excellency hasn’t summoned me yet for the day.” Osiris frowned. That wasn’t usual for Isis. His queen was usually up, and seizing the day by this time. Something was off. “Thank you Khepri. I will see to the goddess myself for the day. You may take the reminder of the for yourself.” The girl bowed deeply to the deity, and took her leave at his dismissal. Once she was gone Osiris headed toward the wing Isis’ chambers was located. He wasn’t certain why his spouse had yet to waken. When he had left her in the garden yesterday she had seemed perfectly fine. Had his goddess been hiding her real condition from him? Osiris had to wonder. <br><br>He arrived in front of her chambers about ten minutes later. Though it was not normal the God King knocked upon the double doors. No answer came from occupant that dwelled inside. Osiris would have left well enough alone, and allowed Isis this private respite. However he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. He turned the knob on one of the doors, and walked in. What he found confirmed his uneasy feeling. Isis was no where to be found in her chambers, and to make matters worse her bed did not even looked slept upon. Osiris guessed he should have been suspicious of the reason for this, but right he was more concern where his wife could be at the moment. He did not sense her anywhere else in the palace, or anywhere in borders of his domain. Which only meant that she was somewhere he could not sense. <br><br>Had she left for some unknown important reason, had she been taken, or did it have to do with something far more dangerous. Nevertheless none of it was acceptable. Isis had to be found. Having her disappear without knowing her where abouts was dangerous. However it was also an embarrassment as well, the King of the Gods not being aware of his consort’s current location. Didn’t inspire much confidence from his subjects. Incident like this could bring question under his reign. Since that was not an option Osiris would be forced to keep this quiet, and would have to seek help from the one God that he would rather reframe from this situation.<br><br>&nbsp;His accursed brother Set. The warrior God was the last being Osiris want to involve in this situation. He, and Set did not hold much like for one another. And once he found out that Isis was missing. He would never let his older brother live this humiliation down. Osiris shook his head. If this situation were so paramount the God King would not even think of involving his sibling. However Set’s tracking skills were second to none without him. He would need Warrior God if he were to locate his queen. So pushing past his pride, and distaste for his brother. Osiris snapped his fingers, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. <br><br>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - <br><br>It had been a long time since the Warrior God had summoned the couple to his bedside. So long that Anya believed that the deity had either lost interest, or found a new amusement. Of course claiming a new queen, and bedding her with such vigor had never cross the Warrior Gods servant’s minds. Anya had always known that the deity was unhappy in his marriage to Queen Nephthys, but not so much to rid himself of her presence, and claim another.&nbsp; Not that Anya was complaining. The new queen seemed to be a delicious morsel indeed. At least from what the mortal woman could see of the goddess. <br><br>Even now as the Lord Set leaned over her body, sliding his fingers in, and out of the goddess core. Bringing her withering body to orgasm, after orgasm. Just looking at the pair made Anya want to climb into that bed as well. “Yes your majesty we are very eager to serve.” The female servant bowed, rising to her feet at the same time of her husband. Elath choose than to speak, his eyes plastered over the goddesses’ flawless form. Anya couldn’t help, but smiled. <em>In good time dear husband.</em> She thought. <em> "We are yours to serve, Master Set.” Elath spoke to the warrior god, but his eyes remained on Isis.<br><br><em>"And yours as well, my queen. My wife and I are quite skilled in the arts of... pleasure… "</em> Anya looked to the goddess; the female deities gaze now lay upon her new consorts servants. “Is that a fact.” Isis smiled at the mortal male. She was still recovering from the multiple orgasms that Set had just given her. <em>"Allow me to show you..."</em> Elath moved behind Anya. His hand gradually beginning a pleasurable journey down her body, while his mouth kiss the sensitive spots of her neck. It was a very good beginning to an erotic scene, even more so since Anya was responding.<br><br>The mortal woman squirmed in her lover’s arms, trying her hardest to stifle the moans that wanted to come out of her mouth. “ Elath my love” Anya’s voice pleaded with the man behind her. She wanted him to fill her so badly. However she also knew that this little demonstration was to pique their new queen interest, and by the way she was sitting up leaning on the edge of the bed. Anya had no doubt she, and Elath had done just that. “Would you like Elath to give pleasure your majesty?” Anya spoke to their new queen. Her hand reached to her mate, staying his skilled hand. She smiled mischievously as she pulled Elath’s fingers from her core, and brought them to her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Isis looked to Set, and smiled. She pulled the Storm God over her body, capturing him in a heated kiss, completely turned on by the mortal servants display. “Your servants are rather amusing my love. I see why you favor having them in you bed from time to time.” Isis teased the warrior deity, as she rose to her feet. She gazed to Elath with a fevered interest. “To answer your question <em>Anya</em>. I would love to feel the pleasure Elath can give.” The mortal woman smiled, stepping away from her spouse. She had no doubt that her lover would enjoy himself this day. <em> Have fun my love</em> She mentally voice to the mortal male. Anya’s own appetite was focused on the god that still remained on the bed. <br><br>“Is there something I might do for you lord Set?” The mortal female smiled as she climbed onto the bed, her eyes station on the hard cylinder between his muscular legs. “I could ease that <em>throbbing</em> ache of yours.” Anya beamed as she leaned down, and licked the tip Warrior god’s member. Soon enough she was taking his entire enormity into her mouth.</em></span>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 06:01:04</strong>
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				Set had given a small chuckle as his two servants gave their little show for their queen. The warrior god watched the pair with delighted interest, his eyes slowly scanning over Anya's wriggling form. He had bedded Anya plenty of times. And from the way she always seemed to desire both him and her husband, Set was surprised that she hadn't asked to bear his heir. Although the god wasn't too sure if a demigod would be a legitimate heir to his throne. The other's may have seen it as Set being too careless.<br><br>But then Set was never careless around his two servants. He could very well see that the two of them loved each other deeply. He would never willingly part the two of them. If one came to his bed, then the other did as well. Although, there had been several times when he and Nephthys had fought, and when Set returned to his bed chamber he found Anya waiting for him, her body almost glowing in the moon light as she beckoned him to his bed. She had been more of a lover then Nephthys ever had been.<br><br>When his goddess kissed him, he gladly returned her affections, watching as she stood and then approached the warrior. They seemed to be an odd pairing, a heavily scarred mortal with a flawless goddess. But this was Elath's reward for his faithfulness. And it was his reward for letting the storm god have his wife whenever he needed her. He reached out and gently caressed his goddess' behind for a moment before smiling. "Call on him whenever you desire my love. He is my most faithful servant, and he shall serve you just as faithfully." When the storm god's eyes met his warrior's, he almost chuckled at the reluctance he saw there. "Do not worry Elath... this is your reward. You have allowed me to bed you love many times over the years. Now I am allowing you to bed mine." The god smiled just a little more, giving his love a gentle push into him, letting the mortal feel her perfect bosoms against his bare skin. "Enjoy yourself... and show your new queen all the pleasure you can give her." And with that he turned his attentions to the mortal who had joined him in his bed.<br><br>The warrior god's hand moved onto the back of Anya's head as she began to take him into her mouth. A small moan escaped his lips, and he looked down at his mortal lover with a growing lust. "Please Anya... you know very well you never have to ask to do anything with me..." He said. With a small smile he turned her on him, putting her body over his own, his head between her legs as she sucked on the hard cylinder between his legs. The god's lips quickly found the woman's sex, running his tongue over her once before starting to lick her slowly like a lollipop. Soon the wet sounds of licking and sucking could be heard as the two lovers pleasured each other using only the mouths.<br><br>----<br><br>Even with his lord's encouragement, the scarred warrior was a bit hesitant about bedding their queen. Sure, Lord Set had gladly taken he and his wife into his bed. And while Elath gladly allowed his wife to comfort their god whenever he and their previous queen had fought, still something felt off about bedding their queen. Maybe it was because he was bedding his lord's wife. Sure, Lord Set had said this was his reward, but even as their queen looked over him with such a lustful gaze, he wasn't to sure about it.<br><br>He blinked once as she was pushed forward, her perfect breasts pushing against him. They felt incredibly soft, and he skin was absolutely flawless. Maybe he could show her just a little of his talents, and then let her decide from there. His hands moved onto her hips, keeping their new queen pressed against him as he quickly seized her lips in a deep kiss. He had some skill, that much was sure. But even as he kissed their queen and his hands began to explore this new female in his grasp, his kiss still held a bit of uneasiness. Although his mind was a bit conflicted about this woman in his hands, his body was certainly not. And it wasn't afraid to show it. His cock was hard against their new queen, and he was just a bit smaller then their lord.<br><br>When the warrior finally pulled his lips from his queen, his eyes met hers, his own filled with a bit of lust and just a hint of uneasiness. "I... am at your command my queen." He said, unable to stop his hands from moving onto her perfect rump and then onto her breasts. "Shall we move to another room? Or would you prefer to join on Lord Set's bed?" He asked, pressing into her just a little more, his lust and desire quickly becoming apparent. "If you'd like another demonstration of what I can do... I would happy to show you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 07:14:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Why were mortals such puzzling creatures? Isis, the most gentle, and kind of the gods sometimes even had trouble understanding them. One minute they were the most confident of beings, the next minute they were so utterly uncertain. Elath was a prime example.&nbsp; He standing before a very willing goddess, with his lord’s permission to have her, and yet the warrior still remained hesitant. She could tell that he wanted to touch her, to take the goddess to his bed, and do oh so many delicious things. Yet he did none of the things he desired. It was almost as if this Elath was uncertain of himself, or uncertain of Isis. <br><br>Did he fear that she would reject him? Isis hoped not, because that would never happen. She’d liked what he’d done with Anya too much to ever send him away. “There is no need for any more demonstrations Elath.” The goddess smiled, pressing her flawless form against the mortal’s more rugged build. “Consider me thoroughly… convinced.” Isis said no more as she covered her lips over the mortal’s mouth. His lips felt wonderful, and tasted even better. The goddess could truly see, no feel just how lucky Anya really. <br><br>Of course…in Isis’s eyes the mortal was nothing in comparison to her new consort. There was just something about her deity lover that was far more appealing to the goddess’ mind. Neither the less such analysis would not stop Isis from enjoying her time with Elath. “Come…” The goddess stated, ending the kiss as she stepped away from the warrior. She guided him from the room, leaving Set and Anya to their own enjoyments. <br><br>The goddess was uncertain where to really take Elath. There were so many rooms in the palace that it was hard to determine what each space was used for.&nbsp; Isis tried to look like she knew where she was going, but by the third do leading to another sitting room. It was clear she was utter lost, the goddess was just about to give up, and let Elath take her back to Set’s chamber to finish what&nbsp; they started. When they finally stumbled upon a perfectly good bed chamber, the goddess wasted no time making use of the bed. She stripped Elath bare, and began what Isis determined to be a very interesting morning. <br><br>************ <br>It was late noon when Isis finally emerged from the chamber. The goddess had bathed, clothed, and broke her fast before making attempting to leave the room. She had left the mortal Elath resting after a very a few entertaining sessions in bed. The warrior had fallen into a deep slumber after the sixth or seventh time they came together. Isis would have at least liked to enjoy another round in bed with the mortal, but she understood that a human’s stamina needed time to recover, so instead of trying to rouse Elath from his sleep. The goddess left and went in search for her new consort. <br><br>Which wasn’t easy; because Isis still did not know her way around her new home. The magnificent piece of architecture the war god lived within was much larger than the palace the goddess had lived in with her former consort. The corridors, hallways and the vast amount of bed chambers were evidence of enough of the warrior king’s good fortune. Not that Isis was surprise that Set was proving to be a wiser leader than their elder sibling. The goddess had always believed that her parents should have chosen the younger brother to rule over the gods. <br><br>But then…the previous king had always feared Set. He feared the son that was foretold to take his crown, and kingdom away from him. So instead of giving his second heir equal treatment. The god king had looked down on his second born successor. Isis for a long time had never understood why, but then one day after a fierce argument with her father on Set’s behalf. The young goddess’ mother had finally confessed the truth of the prophecy to her daughter. Isis from that day on had finally understood it all. She had believed her parents had hated Set, but that was not the case at all. They hadn’t hated their son; they feared him, and awesome power that swelled inside him. <br><br>So much so that a crown and a woman that should have been his by right; had gone to older and less worthy son. Of course that was all changing now, Isis was back with the god she loved, and while the crown was not in his reach. The goddess knew that the prophecy no longer mattered anymore; she and Set were together now.&nbsp; Nothing could ever tear them apart again; at least Isis hoped that was true. She still could not cast away her fearful feelings about Osiris.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The goddess was no fool; she knew her former consort would come. Osiris did not like to be made laughingstock, and would demand retribution when the time came. Isis could only hope that Set would be ready when that happened, for now though, until such event happened. Isis would not dwell on the impending future; instead she focused on the man she loved. At least…she sighed. She would be if she knew where he was at the moment. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 08:11:57</strong>
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				The night had been a very entertaining one for the warrior god. Anya had always been an excellent lover. Although she may not have been a goddess, she knew how to please him better then anyone. Well, except his new queen of course. Still, Anya had proven once again that her talents were the best of any human Set had ever encountered. And once again she had failed to disappoint.&nbsp; The warrior good had taken her in the usual ways, but apparently seeing him play with his new queen had brought her to new heights of arousal. The pair had gone at it all night until, much like her husband, she passed out from sheer pleasure. They had always made quite the pair, and they both had cum nearly a dozen times before Anya had finally given out.<br><br>But it was morning once more, and Set pulled on his robe, tying the sash around his waist before looking back at his human lover. She still lay blissfully on his bed, the smile not yet leaving her lips. She still was covered in a mixture of sweat, and the god's own seed. He had never done that with her before, but after filling her with his divine seed for the third time, she had craved to be bathed in it. And she had always been such an excellent lover before, so he saw no reason to deny her request. Of course, he had also taken her in anyway he could. Filling her womb, ass, and even giving her much of his cum to drink. How the woman wasn't part god by now was a mystery to him. But he gave a small chuckle, pulling the blanket of his bed over his human lover. There had been many a night when he had woken up to her in his bed instead of Nephthys. But Set had grown accustomed to that. Once he had even considered making Anya his wife-consort. But out of duty to his former wife, he had chosen not to.<br><br>He leaned down and kissed Anya gently on the head before making his way from his bedroom. Of course he had barely made it out of his bedroom when he heard a familiar clicking sound. The god gave a small smile before leaning down and picking up the small scorpion that had become his pet. "Well good morning to you as well." He said, giving a small chuckle, running his finger gently along the creature's back. The small arachnid gave a happy chitter before clicking it's claws again. "Good. And General Atticus is in the war room as well?" To which the tiny creature clicked one claw. "Very good." He said, nodding to the tiny creature. "I have one final task for you. Find my queen, and bring her to me." Another click. "Very good." He said, setting the creature down and watching it skitter off to find his queen. The god gave an amused chuckle. He wished he could reward the creature, but he could not think how. Perhaps his queen could think of something fitting for such a young creature.<br><br>Set then made his way to the war room. If he was to keep his queen, he knew very well that he may have to fight off his brother's army and even his brother himself. And he could not do it alone. He made his way inside, his robe disappearing in a flow of sand only to change into his armor. Although it looked as if his armor were made of glass, it was as strong as any mortal steel. Green tinted gauntlets and greaves covered his hands and legs, and those fed up into his arms, and torso, covering them with the same green tinted material. And then in his hand formed his blade, made of the darkest obsidian there had ever been. He was an impressive sight. The rooms walls were adorned with different weapons, armors, and banners, all taken from Set's enemies. If they fought well, they earned a spot on the walls of this room. If they did not, they were left to be claimed by the sand.<br><br>Of course in the center of the room lay a map of all the god's domains. And on opposite sides of the table were a man, and the largest scorpion any one would have ever seen. It was easily larger then a horse, his carapace black as night. But much like the warrior god, there were small nicks and dings here and there. This creature as much a warrior as Set was. And that was exactly why he had called him here. And across from him sat General Atticus. The man stood at Six feet five inches tall. He was built much like the warrior god, with a few minor differences. His hair was pitch black, but with a few strands of gray. He had an almost permanent patch of stubble on his chin. And over his left eye was an eye patch, as well as a long white scar running down from his forehead to his chin. The man looked tough, and he was the greatest warrior and general the god had ever met.<br><br>The god nodded to each warrior in turn, before finally speaking. "General." He said, nodding once to Atticus. "My lord." He said, nodding to the scorpion. "Atticus, you know why we are here." To which the man nodded. Set turned to the king of Scorpions. "My lord. Recent events have me at odds with my eldest brother. I hpe it will not come to this... but it may very well mean open war with him. And as tough as General Atticus' men are, they won't be able to do it alone. I need you help if I am to win." He explained. He had the Scorpion King hadn't really paid each other much attention before. But now Set needed all the allies he could get his hands on. <em>"Ssssset... you have.... alwayssss welcomed.... my kind into... your realm.... if you.... want the aid... of my warriorssss... then here are... my termsss...</em> The Scorpion Lord looked to the table, and then back to the warrior god. <em>"My people... have no land.... to call their own... if you wisssssh our aid.... we would requessst... that you allow ussss to place coloniessss.... in your landssss..."</em><br><br>If that was all Set had to do, then he would gladly give it. It would mean that Set would not only have his allies nearby, but calling upon the would be very easy. The warrior god nodded to the Scorpion Lord. "If that is your price, then I will gladly pay it. You may place your colonies whenever you wish. The Lord Scorpion chittered once, before Atticus cleared his throat for a moment. "My lord, now that we have that out of the way, we should focus on the plan of defense and attack. The Warrior god gave a small chuckle. "Of course General." He looked to the Scorpion. "My lord." And so the three of them set to work, planning on anything that would come to their heads.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 04:15:53</strong>
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				Even if it was just a small chance to acquire such powerful allies. Isis would do what she could to make the advantage possible. Of course first she had to find her way out of this little mess she was in now. <em>I guess I haven’t any other choice.</em> The goddess thought unhappily. She would just have to ask someone to guide her to Set. Isis sighed. This was definitely not a good way to begin ones reign. She could already imagine the rumors the servants would spread. <em>I saw the King’s new consort today. She was utterly useless. She couldn’t even find her way around the palace.</em> Oh yes that was certainly the way a queen gave a&nbsp; first impression, but Isis was aware that it could not be helped. She would just have to deal with what came, and work the results to the outcome she desired. Eventually Isis would have the peoples loyalty, just as Set would when the right to keep her by his side. Isis couldn’t help but smile as she thought about her love; it was about time she went to see him. They had in the goddess opinion been separate for too many hours, it was time she dragged him away from work for a while, and entertained them with something far more enjoyable. <br><br>Isis smirked at the thought, and with an incentive she was interested in finding her consort even more. She pressed herself away from the column, and went about doing just that. This time she was more focus on finding a servant and having them point her in the right way, but it seem the fates had mercy on the goddess. No sooner had she taken steps to begin her search anew, a strange yet familiar creature came upon the immortal female. It clicks, clacked and made other unusual noise that Isis wasn’t acquainted with. “Hello there.” Isis smiled at the creature. “What can I do for you?” The scorpion must have taken the goddess words as some type of opening, because before Isis knew it began pointing, and clicking to pictures engraved on the walls. At first Isis really could not understand what the small being was trying to communicate to her, but once the scorpion’s lethal claw fell upon Set’s seal, all the pieces fell together for the goddess. “Are you trying to lead me to his Excellency?” The scorpion clicked, and Isis knew immediately that had meant yes. “Thank you then my dessert friend.” The goddess stated to the insect, as she rose to her feet. “I ask you to be my guide and lead me to his Excellency.” <br><br>The Scorpion bowed, and clicked once more. It turned around and began down the hallway, motioning for the goddess to follow. Isis did not hesitate and immediately began to follow the small creature. It led the goddess down many corridors, and vast hallways. By the way the palace was built, and how the big the structure really was. Isis was now certain why Set had sent the dessert creature to escort her to him; the storm god had known his new consort would become lost. The goddess guessed she should have been annoyed by such a fact. She liked to be independent and do things for herself, but she couldn’t help but to find Set’s thoughtfulness to be sweet above anything else. He wanted Isis to be happy with him, and so he put the effort in that Osiris had not. It was just lucky for the Storm god that Isis didn’t need the luxuries of the world. Just the feel of his rock hard cock inside her heat was enough to satisfy her each day. Maybe…the goddess thought. When she was finally reunited with her lover, she would prove just that to him. Of course Set could all ways be in a meeting, but Isis was certain once he saw the look in her eyes. He would send his subject into recess and then attend to another much needed that acquired his attention. <br><br>Isis shivered, her mind wandering to all the positions, areas, and objects Set could use while they <em>played</em>. She had certainly never wanted to do anything so out of sort with Osiris, but then Set had always been the only being who could give the goddess true satisfaction. Since that first night so long ago, when they had become well and truly lovers, Isis’ body had become ensnared to the Storm deity. No one could bring her to heights like her warrior could, and because of that Osiris had never stood a chance in gaining Isis’ heart. Set had one that battle a long time ago. The goddess smiled inwardly, as she continued walking, but the scorpion seem to have other plans. The dessert creature soon stopped at the beginning of another connect hallway, it looked to the confused queen as she stopped before it, and began making another round clicks, and clacks of its native language. “Am I to go on my own from here?” The scorpion nodded, it pincer pointing towards the larger double doors at the end. “I do not understand my dessert creature. Is that where is Excellency dwells?” The scorpion this time did not nod, but click in response to the goddess question this time around. “Thank you…” Isis smiled, nodding in understanding to the small being. She rose to her feet, and began walking gracefully down the corridor.&nbsp; It wasn’t long before she began here voices coming from the inside, there was a group of them to be exact and the conversation, to the goddess observation seem fairly serious. <br><br><em>They must be talking about the coming threat Osiris would pose.</em> Isis pondered mentally, listening on to the continued conversation. She could hear Set speaking with his advisors, and military commands. They were discussing and possibly negotiating with new allies, though Isis was not fairly certain. <em>Maybe I should leave…</em> The goddess thought. She was uncertain at what to do at the moment. Should she leave Set to his meeting and wait for him in their chambers? Or did Isis wait here, and then talk with her consort when the proceedings were over in private? Either way the goddess had to decide soon, Set would eventually sense her presence, if he hadn’t done it already.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 08:03:34</strong>
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				The conversation between the three generals had been quite intense. If there was to be a war against Osiris then they would have to be well prepared. Although Set's brother was quite proud of his stature, he did not let it be known just how large of an army he had at his command. Of course it may have been that he had nothing at all. That his pride had made him think that he was unbeatable. It might have been possible, but Set was no fool. He knew very well that since he had beaten his brother in a sparring match that Osiris wouldn't let himself think that. Still, it would be nice to have at least some clue as to what his brother might bring into the storm god's realm. But he would just have to deal without it. As for Set... well. Whatever his brother had, he probably out matched Set in numbers. But most certainly not in experience.<br><br>Just as Atticus had risen through the ranks, so too had Set's "army." They were few in number, barely even breaking one hundred strong. But each one of them was worth at least one hundred soldiers. The warrior god had hand picked each and every one of them. And they came from all walks of life. Profession soldiers, mercenaries, sailors, archers, city guards, even a few farmers who had yet to realize the warrior spirit inside themselves. And although they all came from different backgrounds, they all did share one thing in common. They had all shed blood with the warrior god. And they were more of his family then any of his divine siblings. They knew who he was. He camped with them, drank with them, they shared their food with him. They all called him by name, and he did the same for them. They may not have been siblings by blood. But they were certainly bound by bond. And they would all fight for him, just as he would for them.<br><br>But even with such an elite corp of men at his call, Set knew very well that he would need allies to call upon.&nbsp; The king of Scorpions was a start. And even though Set had risen Atticus to the state of demigod, he knew very well that his right hand would have some old ties to call upon from his mortal days. There was still much to do. And any moment now his brother could very well be in his palace looking for 'his' queen. A small part of the god hoped that they would be able to come to a peaceful resolution. But everyone in this room knew very well that it would not happen. Osiris was a proud god. And just the thought that his very own brother had managed to steal his bride away from him would be more then enough for him to call for open war. And of course Set was sure that most, if not all, of their siblings would join Osiris. So Set would have to rely on himself, his warriors, and whatever allies he could muster.<br><br>The three lords had been discussing just who they could call upon when Set felt the presence of his queen. Of course he would know her presence anywhere. It was half the reason why, in their younger days, he had managed to surprise her and convince her to make love in the most odd of places. All he would ever have to do was wait, be it in a closet or behind a door, and within moments they would be nude and at each other once again. Although he was a bit puzzled at why she was hesistant to come in. Did she not wish to disturb him? She of all people should know that he made time for anyone who wished it. Perhaps he would go see. Looking to his general and his new found ally, the god spoke. "If you will excuse me milords. I must attend a matter..." Atticus knew right away what his lord meant, and he quickly took over. The god turned and made his way to the door, his armor fading away into sand, only to reform as his robe.<br><br>The warrior god smiled as he slipped through the door and found his queen. Of course she was beautiful as always, and the god immediately greeted her with a deep and loving kiss, one hand moving to her hip while the other found her cheek and began to caress it gently. "I hope Elath treated you well my love? Anya always told me that her husband knew just which spots to work to make her scream." He said, giving a small chuckle right after. Even after being pulled away from a serious discussion the god managed to be lighthearted and happy around his queen. That was the effect she had upon him. That was the depth of his love for her. Once more he kissed her deeply, pulling her gently into his muscled form so he could once again feel the warmth of her body against his own. "My queen... you should know that you never need to wait... if there is anything you need come and tell me." He said, smiling gently to her as he caressed her cheek. "Now my love... what is that you desire?" He asked, starting to kiss along her neck affectionately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 08:53:43</strong>
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				It was clear that the goddess chose to stay. Isis, who was while hesitant to interrupt the warriors during their proceedings, remained outside of Set’s offices listening to the meeting. Through the present conversations, the goddess could interpret the warrior’s concerns about the coming conflict. Most of them would probably desire for their sire to return Isis back to their brother. It was a wise tactic to take in the beginning of any impending warfare; such action would minimize loss of numbers and show good will to the other side. Eventually if the leader of the opposite force accepted the Olive branch, negotiations began and ended in a treaty where the weaker side came out defeated nonetheless. Isis really couldn’t imagine Set accepting any terms Osiris issued, and by aura of the warriors that graced her new consort’s war room. They too would never allow their lord and sovereign to bend before another. It said a lot to the type of mortal and un-mortal males they were. Instead of waiting for defeat to come to their doors, these loyal men were strategizing and striving to bring victory for their king. Isis felt for the first time, since making the decision to remain by Set’s side, had hope. She had hope that they would make it through this uncertain storm. The goddess smiled as some of the traces of fear began to fade, she had absolute faith that her warrior consort would not fail. Isis sighed contently, and turned away from the meeting room. She silently decided to wait for Set within the dining hall; the goddess was rather famished after such an eventful evening with the mortal Elath. The earthly male had been very skillful in his attention the previous evening, and while Isis was far from fully sated, she could not deny that she had enjoyed her time with Elath.&nbsp; The human female Anya was a truly luckily woman. <br><br>Isis smiled inwardly, wondering even at this moment, if the pair were now enjoying one another once more. They certainly deserved to after entertaining their lord and his new queen so thoroughly the previous afternoon. In some retrospect the goddess was slightly jealous of the pair; she would have to wait before she could be in Set’s arms once again. It was too bad that her new consort had such an important meeting to attend; Isis would have loved to have persuaded the storm god into ending the proceedings early.&nbsp; There were some very interesting positions they had yet to explore since their reunion, but again that would have to wait. Set was a very important deity, and had many duties to attend to. Isis understood and could wait for another opportunity to coax him back to bed. The goddess looked over her shoulder and heaved one last sigh, but she had to admit the waiting was really hard. She turned away preparing to head back the way she came, but her intention were put on hold as a strong unbending force halted the Isis’ action. The goddess did not fight to pull away, her body welcomed and knew without a doubt this particular presence anywhere. <em>“Set..”</em> Isis whispered her warrior lover’s name, melting into his embrace. The taste of his lips upon her own was an intoxicating, and all-consuming feeling. Isis could not think, nor did she seem to care for her surroundings at the moment. Her current mind set only seemed fixated only on the pleasure the Storm god began to generate with his hands and mouth. The goddess moaned against her warriors lover’s mouth, accepting the pleasurable welcome offered. Isis would have happily deepened the exchange between them, but Set pulled back, ending their kiss before that could happen. <br><br><em>"I hope Elath treated you well my love? Anya always told me that her husband knew just which spots to work to make her scream."</em> Isis laughed, maneuvering away from her consort. She could tell that Set had many serious matters on his mind, but the fact that he could set all that aside for a moment for Isis, warmed the goddess’ heart. “I could asked you the same thing my lord.” Isis responded; the teasing note in her voice could not be missed. “Did Anya please you last night?” She smiled, a mischievous glint twinkling in her eye. “Did she leave you exhausted my king?” Isis giggled lightly. “…So exhausted that you have nothing left for your new queen.” The goddess stepped forward, as her hand slid underneath Set’s robes, reaching for the tempting length of his cock. His body was in physical state that left Isis’ jest far from true; naturally such a discovery was not wholly unexpected; a deity like Set had far more stamina than a mortal. Not that the goddess minded, she herself was still in very much need of her king. <em>Maybe I could still tempt Set into postponing his meeting for a while?</em> Isis pondered silently. She so wanted to have some alone time with her love, but understood that he led a busy eternity as a sovereign. There was an impending war coming and if they were to survived it, as well as stay together, Set would have to prepare.&nbsp; Isis once again did understand, but defiantly she did not like it. <br><br>Of course that was neither here nor there right now.&nbsp; At the moment the goddess had her warrior’s undivided attention, so instead of dwelling on what lay in the future. Isis would take to the time they had now and enjoy. <em>"My queen... you should know that you never need to wait... if there is anything you need come and tell me."</em> Isis leaned into Set’s embrace, listening to his speech. <em>"Now my love... what is that you desire?"</em> The goddess was warmed and utterly surprised by Set’s words. He actually cared that much. Set valued Isis, so much that he did not seem to mind the occasional distraction from his work. Osiris had never been that way during their time together. Isis had never been permitted to interrupt him during his proceedings, or pay him an unexpected visit while he attended to his duties. Not that the goddess ever desired to seek out her former consort’s company. Osiris had only ever wanted one thing from Isis, and the female deity had never been willing to supply it. Oh the goddess had continued play the devoted queen to her King, but Isis in all that time had never been happy. She might have been had Osiris treated Isis differently, but because he hadn’t her heart had remained with Set. Now finally she could be happy, at least Isis hoped they would be. Despite all the bliss they seem to be gaining, Isis felt as if a storm would soon be coming, a storm named Osiris. “I only desire one thing my love.” Isis smiled lightly, her arms looping around her warrior consort’s neck. “I want you to show your new queen, just how much you have missed her.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 01:29:55</strong>
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				Set just smiled an impish smile. And as his queen pressed closer to him he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her pressed against his muscled form. "Well if that's what you wished..." He said, leaning forward and kissing her deeply for a moment. "Then I hope you weren't planning anything for the day..." He whispered into her ear, giving it a gentle nip before kissing his queen deeply once more. And as they kissed, Set picked his lover up and carried her into the nearest room, not caring about what it held. All he cared about was freeing his queen from her robe and taking her as many times as he could. Show her just how much he missed her? That was easy. If they were lucky, one of them might black out before the end of the world. But from the look in her eyes and the desire in her kiss, the warrior knew that wouldn't happen.<br><br>The room they came into happened to be a small dining room. From the dust on the tables and chairs, one could guess that it hadn't been used in a while. This room had once been Set's private dining quarters. If Set had a particular guest come through, they would eat in this room. Although since his former queen had all but forbidden unannounced guests, this room had seen little use. Until today that is. Set placed his queen on the table, and his hands set to work freeing her from her robe. Anya might have been one of his favorite mortals, but no one could ever rouse the god like his queen did. Not even Anya could invoke the lust and desire that his queen did with her mere presence. His lips did not leave hers as his hands removed her robe, letting the silken garment fall and splay out along the table. Oh he had missed her. Anya might have been able to sate his lust just a little, but he intended of filling his hunger on his queen.<br><br>Their kiss broke, and Set's eyes met his queen's, his hunger and lust quite clear. His own robes melted like sand and his hands gripped his love's hips. And with thrust forward his length pushed deep into her sex once more, a small moan leaving his lips. <strong>"Anya may as well have been my wife-consort... but she could never wear me out like you can, dear Isis..."</strong> Her warrior said. His hips began to move, slow and yet driving oh so deep into her depths with each thrust. The Warrior god's hands slid from her hips onto the fine curve of her ass, pulling her into his thrusts to drive his cock as deep as he could into her with each thrust. <strong>"She'll never stir the lust inside of me like you do...."</strong> He whispered into her ear, the table moving just a little with every hard thrust he drove into her. <strong>"And she'll never satisfy me... like you do...."</strong> His hips began to move just a bit faster, still being rather slow but driving hard into her.<br><br>All he said was true. Anya had been more of a wife and lover to him then Nephthys ever had. Whenever Set had returned from battle it was Anya, not Nephthys, who would tend to his wounds. It was Anya who would hear him speak of the brother's he had lost, or the enemies he had slain. And it was always Anya who would be waiting for him in his bed whenever the night came. The mortal woman had helped fill the hole that had been left by Isis when they were separated. And in many ways, he owed Anya more then any other in his hall. But his rightful queen had been returned to him. And that was all he had ever desired. He was sure that Isis would be more then happy to share her bed with the Elath and Anya from time to time. But no matter what, Set would forever belong to Isis. And as long as he could feel her warmth against him at night, the god would forever be happy.<br><br>Of course it was only during these intimate moments with his queen that Set's warrior senses would be dulled. He seized his queen's lips in a deep and loving kiss, his hips starting to move faster against her own, their lustful love-making growing more and more frenzied by the moment. He was so focused on bringing his queen to the pleasurable end she deserved, that he did not noticed the presence of their brother coming ever closer to his palace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 09:57:26</strong>
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				How was it possible that she could find herself being so happy?&nbsp; Yet here Isis was back with the deity she loved after so many centuries a part. It felt like a dream, and yet it was reality. She was here with the god she loved, and if the look in his eyes indicated anything. He was about to make love to her. <em>"Well if that's what you wished..."</em> Isis beamed at Set’s words, eagerly falling into his kiss. It was sweet, hot, and filled with an all-consuming desire; it made the female deity hunger for more.&nbsp; “Set…” Her eyes flutter closed, as she moaned his name. Isis so wanted for her new consort to post-pone his meeting for the remainder of the evening, and make love to her. <br><br>They needed this time together, and with the inevitable war with Osiris. Who knew when they would have the time to be with one another. Oh Isis knew that Set would take the time here and there to be with her, but always the conflict of war would be at the back of his mind. It wouldn’t be like what they had now, a passion, a love unburden by conflict or guilt. So for moment Isis wanted to take advantage of what they had. <em>"Then I hope you weren't planning anything for the day..."</em> The goddess shivered with delight at the warriors gods words. Her doubts moments before, completely fading as the deity before her carried Isis from the room. <br><br>She had no idea where Set was taking her, but if the friend in his pants was any indication. It was definitely going to be interesting for both of them. After traveling down the massive corridors of the palace for what seem like an eternity to Isis’ body. She was relieved when Set chanced upon a chamber, and led them inside. It didn’t take the goddess long figure out that this wasn’t some random bed-chamber located in the palace, but a very unused dining area. <em>I wonder why this area isn’t in use?</em> Was Isis’ last coherent&nbsp; thought before Set laid her out onto the table, and began to feast upon her body. He removed her robes with a skillful speed, while his lips capitalize upon her. <br><br>His kisses were possessive, urgent, and an all-out assault on Isis’ senses that stole all thought and will power. Excitement swept through the goddess’ body, like an electrical charge as her warrior lover plundered. His body hard against hers until all she could feel was the pumped up, persistent throb of his masculinity. “Don’t tease me anymore Set.” The goddess moaned, spreading her leg invitingly, tempting the warrior god to come inside. “Make love to me.”&nbsp; And the warrior god did just that, as his robes melted away, his harden cock driving deep inside the goddess. Isis threw back head, moaning, completely lost in the ecstasy of sensation. <br><br><em> "Anya may as well have been my wife-consort... but she could never wear me out like you can, dear Isis..."</em> Set began to speak, his length still knee deep inside her. Isis who was lost, but to what warrior god was doing to her. Had barely picked up what Storm was saying, or mention of Anya. Isis was hardly jealous of the girl, but she was grateful for she had given to Set, when she could not. <em> “She'll never stir the lust inside of me like you do...."</em> He continued, his word endearing Isis, who now gain some focus, even more. <em>”And she'll never satisfy me... like you do...."</em> The goddess smiled, she hoped not. Otherwise she would have to put in endless hours to satisfy her warrior. <br><br>“I feel the same way Set.” Isis gazed at her love. “It’s never been Osiris, always you.” Once that was said the goddess let the passion that seemed to ensnare them both, over take her once more. Isis felt the force of Set deep inside her, as he took her with uncontrolled strength. Her hips clung to him as excitement course through her body. He thrust deep and he did it again and again, until her senses blurred, and Isis was near a shattering orgasm.&nbsp; But she never made it, for her pleasure was stolen by the horrify sight of…”Osiris.” <br><br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br>Osiris flashed inside the palace of his hated sibling Set. He was not in the mood to take the proper protocols to make an arrangement to see his despised younger brother. This was business, Isis was missing and Osiris needed Set’s experienced tracking skills to find her. Of course Osiris did not like that he had to move forward with this idea, nor did he like the fact that when he did enlist his brother’s help. The end result would bring him in contact with Isis, which was not acceptable. Osiris was many things but he was not a fool. He knew that Set had a tender for <em>his</em> consort, hell the warrior deity had all but tried to usurp Osiris claim to Isis when they were young. <br><br>He had witness Set’s attempts at seducing a young Isis, and his determined drive to win her over. At first when the situation had begun the god king had brushed it off as nothing. Certain that the young goddess would continue to hold a disdain for Set, like he and their sister Nephthys. Osiris had watched in horror as Isis’ feeling had begun to change. She had stared to care about Set, and eventually had grown to love him. Osiris, who had always thought of the beautiful deity as his own, had come face to face with an ugly reality. He was about to lose Isis, to Set. It had been both a sobering and infuriating truth. <br><br>One that Osiris had refused to accept, or even imagine that he could lose, especially to his unwanted brother Set.&nbsp; So to ensure that he had gained Isis’ had, the future god king had went to their father and appealed for her hand. Within a week arrangement had been reveal to both Set and Isis, ending whatever budding relationship they had had. Now the goddess was his consort, happy within their arrangement, while Set had been left to contend with Nephthys. It had been an absolute brilliant victory, but now Osiris felt a bit irritating that he now had to call on the one being who covet what belonged to him. <br><br>“I will just have to whisk Isis away once we find her.” The god stated to himself determinedly. He would not let Set near his consort; the savage never knew when to give up. And Isis always seemed detached towards him after being around their shared sibling. So, no this would not be social visit between the pair when this was all done, Set would find his goddess and then they would return home, and once again begin trying for that very much wanted son. Or at least that would happen once Osiris found his brother. The god king could sense his siblings location with the palace, and immediately went to his location. Once the god arrived he did not bother to knock, or give his brother time to regain decency, or modesty. Osiris just barged into the room, and took in the shock of seeing Set on top of the dining table making love to his missing consort. “You dare take what is Mine!” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 22:25:28</strong>
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				Set made sure to drive deep into his beloved queen's core, wanting her to see just how much he had yearned to once again have her. The centuries without her had been painful, especially since his "chosen" queen had despised him as much as their other siblings. Nephthys had never willingly graced their marriage bed, even on the night of their "wedding". She would never willingly accept her warrior husband in her heart or between her legs. Set fully believed that she would have rather bedded the creatures in the stables then her own husband. And what few times Set did manage to convince his wife to lie with him, it usually came at a cost. A demeaning favor that Nephthys herself could have easily done, but Set would have to do with some restriction. But not any more. Now he had his love with him. And as long as she stayed with him, he would gladly do whatever she desired him to.<br><br>He took her lips in a deep and heated kiss as their hips met over and over again, the scarred god wanting to give his queen every ounce of pleasure she desired. He wanted to hear her lovely voice echoing through the halls as he brought her to orgasm. And then he planned on doing it again and again and again until she couldn't not take anymore. For once it felt like they were young once more, making love regardless of the place or who might hear. Each thrust spiked pleasure through Set's body. And each thrust brought him closer and closer to his edge. He could already sense the budding life in his queen's womb. He knew very well that the fruit of his seed was budding inside her. But he wanted to cum inside her again, wanted to feel her depths tighten around his length as she reached her orgasm. Just as he had when they were younger.<br><br>Or he would have, if their brother's name hadn't left his queen's lips. At first he did not understand. And then he realized just what was happening when their elder brother burst through the door. Of course he would have to interfere just as they were at their most heated. When they were younger, when Isis and Set would make love so readily and in so many places, Set could have sworn that Osiris would look for the two of them, to try and get his younger brother away from Osiris' "queen". Of course it was easy for the pair to avoid their brother, even when Set gave into his desires and took his love as they were hiding. But this time there was no hiding. Their brother had found them. And this time the price would be much steeper.<br><br>But Isis' lover was surprisingly calm. His eyes did not leave his queen, and he licked his lips slowly. "One moment, <em>brother</em>..." The warrior god spoke, venom heavy in his words. "My queen and I are in the middle of something... if you didn't notice." He said, his eyes flicking back to their elder sibling. Set could tell that his love had been so close to her edge. And he wasn't just going sit there and leave her dangling off of her edge. Part of him thought of her desperate need. And the other wanted to finish before their sibling, as a final message that Isis was and always had been Set's. And so with a final hard thrust Set drove his hardened shaft into her very core, a low moan leaving the god's lips as he came hard into her, his hot seed flooding the goddess' depths readily. And with their brother standing before them he leaned down and took her lips in a deep and loving kiss, letting every last drop of his seed fill his queen.<br><br>Only once he was sure she had gotten her fill did Set remove himself from his love, licking his lips once before standing before Osiris. His robes slowly formed around his body once again, and the warrior's gaze met his siblings. He imagined that Osiris would be quite upset with his younger brother, even more so after the little "show" he had given him. And Set couldn't care less. "Yours, dear Brother?" He said, trying not to be smug despite every cell in his body telling him to. "I believe Isis has always been <em>mine</em>..." He said. "Why else would she so willingly have me? Why else would she so willingly take me to her heart and long to be in my own?" And he smirked a bit after that one. "She is <em>my</em> queen, brother. <em>My</em> love. And now she is <em>MY</em> wife."<br><br>Set made sure to stand between his brother and his love, although he did let their sibling see the two lover's combined juices spill from Isis' depths. "What's wrong, brother? Is the great Osiris upset that Isis would chose lowly and despised Set over him? Is it possible that the would be God-King is jealous of his brother? That not only did the fate decide that Set should be a better warrior, but that he shall also win the love of the loveliest goddess of them all?" He smirked just a little, being bold and pushing his brother back. "Isis is my love, and my queen now Osiris. She should have been mine the day our parent's paired us all off." He said, narrowing his gaze. "Go back to your own palace. I'm sure Nephthys is there waiting for you. Take her as your queen. I'm sure she'll sire you as many children as you want." The warrior god said. "Perhaps with her you'll find the same love that Isis and I share." Of course Set very much doubted that Osiris would just leave the two of them be. If anything, Osiris would be enraged at the thought of his younger brother telling him what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 23:41:36</strong>
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				<em>"One moment, brother..."</em><br><br>The God King had always despised his younger sibling, but now that feeling bloomed into intensified hatred. How dare he touch <em>his</em> queen?&nbsp; Isis belonged to him, never Set. Osiris had not plotted and worked so hard to gain the goddess, only to lose her to his bastard of a brother.&nbsp; No this was not about to happen, he would not lose Isis.&nbsp; He watched as his youngest sibling continued to ignore his presences as he sated himself with Isis’s body. Osiris growled. <em>You will pay for this brother.”</em> The god king scowled, his mental state becoming more violent by the minute. He wanted to stride across the room and yank his consort away from his brother. However both he and his brother knew it would not be that simple. <br><br>Set was physically stronger than Osiris, and despite his level of power. His youngest sibling could endure anything he dished out.&nbsp; This was a waiting game, and Set knew it. Osiris would have to watch as his sibling made love to his woman. <em>The retribution will be painful brother.”</em> The god vowed mentally, his gaze now focusing on his consort. At least Isis seemed genuinely worried about the situation. Good. She should be. Osiris would see her punished just as much as his brother when this situation was over. “Set no…we can’t” Osiris listened at as Isis tried to pull away from his brother, a sense of satisfaction began to muster, but it was soon squandered. No sooner had Isis made her attempts to separate herself from Set, his young sibling dismissed any rebellion with his superior strength and obvious desire. <br><br>It infuriated Osiris, not just because his brother had what belong to him in his arms. But the fact the he could bring more of a rise from the goddess, than he had in all the hundreds of years combined when she had been partnered to his bed.&nbsp; “Set…!” He heard her moan; it was both insulting and humiliating. “Enough!” The god bellowed, watching in disgust as his brother rose from his position, leaving Isis lying naked upon the table in a daze. “You have gone too far this time brother.” He began, but held off, watching as Set with a snap replaced his robes. It was he who spoke first, and his words only inspired even more danger to this escalating situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yours, dear Brother?"</em> Osiris watched as Set smiled, shaking his head. <em>"I believe Isis has always been mine..."</em> He chimed, Osiris noting that Set’s voice held not an ounce of fear or uncertainty. <em>Why else would she so willingly have me? Why else would she so willingly take me to her heart and long to be in my own?"</em> The god king growled, he did not care about such things. Isis belonged to him, that was all that mattered. <em>"She is my queen, brother. My love. And now she is MY wife."</em> Osiris glared. The hell she was! “You have over stepped the little brother. Isis is mine. My Queen!” He roared; his eye full of hatred. His fingers burning, itching to kill the being standing before.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“What's wrong, brother?”</em> Set continued. <em>”Is the great Osiris upset that Isis would chose lowly and despised Set over him?</em> The king glowered, in a sense he was. He could never understand his consort’s feelings for the unwanted taint within their family, but than he did not know what Isis knew of Set’s destiny. <em>“Is it possible that the would be God-King is jealous of his brother? That not only did the fate decide that Set should be a better warrior, but that he shall also win the love of the loveliest goddess of them all?"</em> Osiris began to shake, the fury building more with each bold word coming from the warrior gods mouth. <br><br>“You speak boldly brother, but we will how act when all this is said and done.” They both knew what he was talking about. Isis. She would make the right decision in the end, but despite that to Osiris disappointment Set did not seem overly worried. <em>"Isis is my love, and my queen now Osiris. She should have been mine the day our parent's paired us all off."</em> He pointed, reminding the god king all-that he had done to ensure that she had become his. <em> "Go back to your own palace. I'm sure Nephthys is there waiting for you. Take her as your queen. I'm sure she'll sire you as many children as you want."</em> He continued. <em>"Perhaps with her you'll find the same love that Isis and I share."</em> Nephthys’? Osiris blinked, confused by Set’s word. Why in the world would he have wanted their sister? She had been nothing in comparison to Isis.&nbsp; <br><br>“You were always a fool Set.” Osiris glared, regaining his footing. “Isis has always been meant for me. Not some lonely god, who can hardly convince his original consort to bed him.” He smiled, making it clear that he knew about his siblings troubles with Nephthys. “Such a pity that you could not get one goddess to desire you, so you…” Osiris smiled spitefully, but his growing satisfaction came to a stalemate as he notice something off with goddess in the room. “What in the blazes?” He looked&nbsp; to Isis, clearly puzzled at first. But understand dawning as she up upon the table, wrapping the discarded robe around her form to cover her nakedness.&nbsp; “You dared place your seed within my woman!”&nbsp; Osris roared, the ground below them beginning to shake with his evident fury. Isis who was still sitting upon the table, coward in fear. She knew that was the final insult, driven into the coffin of this entire situation. "What have I done?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 06:25:14</strong>
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				Set hid his anger at his brother's words. He could not convince Nephthys to be happy with him because she was too set in their parent's teaching to despise him. It had not been his fault. He had given her everything. Pledged his heart and soul to her. He had even been put at death's door several times for her. And even then she met his devotion with hot anger. Nothing he did would have ever been enough for her. Nothing he could have given her would ever replace that fact that she had been given to him, and the one she longed for had been given to their sister. It mattered not to her what Set did. That battle had long been lost before it had even begun, and there was nothing that Set could have done to turn it. But this battle was different. This battle Set could win.<br><br>And their Elder brother roared, and Set's anger flared when he heard the fear in his consort's voice. A Storm god's temper was not one to test, even if you were an elder deity. Osiris should have known that. But perhaps it had been Osiris's anger that had blinded him to the presence before him. Set's eyes turned to a stormy blue, and his gaze locked on his oldest brother. And even Osiris should have been afraid at that point. It was one thing to insult Set. He had put up with it all his life, and he had learned not to give in to it. But threatening his family, trying to scare them, even giving them a threatening look, that was unforgivable. Through clenched teeth, the storm god spoke. Addressing his love first, and then his brother. "You've done nothing wrong, my love. You've made the right choice. To be with a god who loves and respects you... not one who sees you a machine to pop out children." And the brought his storming attention to his brother. "I may be a fool, brother... but I've always known when I'm outmatched. Something, apparently, you never picked up from our sparring matches."<br><br>There was a loud snap and the smell of ozone as Set's clenched fist buried itself into their brother's stomach. It had always been Osiris' downfall. He was to proud. To grandiose. He always had to make some stirring speech or cutting remark before fighting. It was something Set had always been able to take advantage of. Oh the burns on their brother would heal, but the initial shock would have easily given Set another opening. Pulling his fist back he gave their brother a hard shove. Another crack, more ozone. Oh that one felt good. Set could have sworn he saw the lightning rattle Osiris's teeth. Perhaps his brother had forgotten that Set was the God of Storms? That Set could easily call thunder and lightning to him whenever he wished? It mattered not. Set had the advantage, and he was going to press it. <br><br>As Osiris reeled from the first two blows Set brought his knee up into his rival's gut, another crack echoing through the room. Set could have probably killed Osiris if he wished. But he wouldn't do so like this. Not in an unfair fight. No, this was a message. A message to Osiris. And a message to their siblings. Osiris could be beaten. And if there was anyone to do it, it would be Set. Set brought back his fist, staring at his brother with a cold fury. This was it. The war started here. Next time the two of them would meet, it would be on the battlefield. Set knew that most if not all of their siblings would side with Osiris. But that mattered not. He would beat all of them if it meant keeping Isis. With an almost animal like roar the Warrior God brought his fist into Osiris's jaw once again, using most if not all of his strength to bring the god king to the floor. <br><br>"The next time we meet, brother... you will be on your back... and you'll be begging for you life." He said, spitting on his former sibling. "You're no brother of mine. You just another enemy. Another trophy to be placed in my war room." With a growl he kicked their fallen sibling, driving home his final message. "And when we meet on that battlefield... it'll be the greatest feeling in the world to cut your throat." He look over their beaten sibling, hatred and anger in his eyes. "Get out of my sight." He said, coldly. "Isis is mine. And until the world ends, she will stay mine." He spit once more on the god king before looking to his queen. He had hoped she would have never had to see this side of him. But their brother had brought it out of him. "Get the bath ready, my love. I need to wash our brother's stink off of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 01:09:20</strong>
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				If there was one thing well known about Isis among the gods, it was that the goddess did not take well to conflict or any form of malice. It went against every fiber of her nature. She was a deity of life, a creator. With just her gentle touch of her hand she could make the smallest flower bloom and the most barren land lush. The call of war was foreign to the goddess, and yet her decision to love Set had begun a reckoning. Isis shook. What had she done? She should have never given into her desire; she should have never gone to bed with Set. Yet Isis could not regret it. She loved Set. He was the piece of her, she had long ago thought lost. Isis never wanted to be parted from the storm god again, but then. How could she be so self-seeking by risking so many lives for her selfish desires? Yes she wanted to belong to Set, but it was Osiris who had the rightful claim. <em>“You dared place your seed within my woman!” </em> Isis backed away, her fear growing with each quake of god king’s rage.&nbsp; She wished that Osiris could see how futile it was to make her go back with him. The goddess loved Set and nothing the god king could do, or had done over the centuries had changed that. <br><br>“Please Osiris stop.” Isis pleaded, but it was fustian. Osiris rage could not be quelled. He would have his vengeance here and now. Isis was at a lost at what to do. <em>"You've done nothing wrong, my love.</em> Isis gasped. She hadn’t expected Set’s interjection, or for him to soothe her at the moment. Not with Osiris in the room, and the threat he posed at moment, but then that was her love. He was a warrior…a protector. <em>You've made the right choice. To be with a god who loves and respects you... not one who sees you as machine to pop out children."</em> Isis remained silent. She knew in a sense that Set was right, but with all that would be in jeopardy. Was the risk really forth the price they would have to pay? Isis…didn’t know. She looked to Set. She said nothing but it was clear she was feeling slightly safer than she had moments ago. The Storm God must felt the minor shift in the goddess as well, for his body langue complete altered as he focused upon his elder sibling. <em>"I may be a fool, brother... but I've always known when I'm outmatched. Something, apparently, you never picked up from our sparring matches."</em> Isis looked on, flinching as a crisp snap surge through out of the room.&nbsp; She knew then that the beginning of many battles was about to begin. <br><br>The goddess had no idea how Osiris intended to handle this. His power was already being over shadowed by Set’s growing abilities. The large quake that had been very pronounced moments before; had completely dispersed the moment Set had taken a commanding stance. “Osiris please…you must stop. You’re no…” Isis tried to reason, but it was already too late. Osiris was already too far gone, and Set was upon him. It was a contest that should have been on equals terms, but by the onslaught it was clear that the Strom god was clearly stronger. The goddess could barely watch, yet it was clear the god king was feeling the hurt. And so Osiris was, for the god king hadn’t expected to feel this level of pain from his brother. Set was strong and his abilities were clearly growing. It was shocking and giving a clear break in Osiris’ defenses. “Urgh…!” He groaned, coughing up blood. He felt like he was being destroyed. His younger sibling had this kind of power? Osiris really couldn’t believe it.&nbsp; How had he’d ever hidden it for this long, if he had ever had been trying to hide it?<br><br>Did Isis know anything about it?&nbsp; He wasn’t certain; the horrified expression on her face gave nothing away. The god king rose to his feet, ready to take the offense, but his sibling was far quicker. The moment to contribute to this fight was taken as Set slam his knee powerfully into Osiris’ stomach. The god king plummeted to the floor, gasping in pain. <em> "The next time we meet, brother... you will be on your back... and you'll be begging for your life."</em> Set spoke, his voice holding no form of triumph, or satisfaction. <em>"You're no brother of mine. You’re just another enemy, another trophy to be placed in my war room."</em> He continued, kicking, degrading the god king further. Osiris would have been furious, and would have given his own words, but the pain he felt was too great. <em>"Get out of my sight. Isis is mine. And until the world ends, she will stay mine."</em> The god king had had enough. He rose to his feet, grasping his side as he looked hatefully at his younger sibling. “You will pay Set for ever insult and pain you have inflicted.” He glared. “And when all of this is said and done. You will look up at me in disgrace as I retake Isis.” Osiris held his brothers gaze, his vow echoing as he disappeared. <br><br>Isis, who was no left in the room with the victorious god, remained on the table with fear and anger in eyes. This had definitely been an eye opening experience, war was coming, but not only that Set powers…they were growing in strength. It was impossible, and yet the goddess mind could not help but to wander back to the destiny her mother had reveal about Set. He was the child among them all whom had destined to over throw their father, but what if that had been wrong. Father had ruled until the end of his reign, what if…? What if Set’s destiny hadn’t been to take the throne from their father, but to take it from Osiris? Isis pondered. She needed to dissect this issue further before she even though about revealing such secretive information to Set. However she found impossible at the moment with Set’s commanding presences in the room. <em>"Get the bath ready, my love. I need to wash our brother's stink off of me."</em> The goddess frowned at his words, wondering what wheels were turning in the gods head. “I call Anya to attend to you.”&nbsp; She stated. Isis too needed to bathe but if she did it with Set around there would be less bathing, no thinking, and when he did notice a delicious torture as he tried to pry the answers out of her her. Besides the goddess needed a moment to herself, she was still slightly perturb with Set using her as a display for Osiris. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 19:41:45</strong>
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				Despite his victory, Set held no happiness about what had just transpired. Yes, he had just beaten Osiris before the god could even lift a finger. Yes, he made his hated brother spit out his own blood. But Set knew very well that his brother would do everything in his power to make Set pay for the insults the Storm god had paid him this day. And Set knew that the price would be dear. The war had already begun. Set had always known that it was coming, that eventually the two brothers would meet on the battlefield. Unfortunately, Set's hope of it being just between the two of them was a slim chance at best. Osiris would no doubt call on their other siblings to fight his war for him. And despite how horrid they treated him in their youth, Set had no desire to slay his siblings. Osiris, maybe. But not his other brothers and sisters.<br><br>As their brother disappeared, the Warrior god turned to his queen. Only to find the anger in her eyes. He had expected her to be upset with what he had just done, but he hadn't expected the anger in her eyes. He had grown accustomed to seeing anger with him in their family. Osiris because he existed. Nephthys for being stuck with him. But never Isis. Isis had always held love and devotion in her eyes. Seeing anger in her beautiful orbs made Set's heart sink. She had never been angry with him before. And seeing this now began to sober him up. Was she now starting to regret taking his side? Was she considering abandoning the god to his own fate? <br><br>As often as he desired her form, he hadn't planned on taking her again. Not until they had gotten a chance to speak about what might happen in the coming war. But his queen looked as though she wanted nothing to do with him. He wished she would come bathe with him, so he could caress her, soothe any fears she might had had. But it appeared that was not going to happen. He looked down for a moment before speaking. "If... if that is what you wish... my queen..." He said, turning his back and then making his way out the door. Was his queen truly angry with him? He hoped not, but anything was possible. War must have been a foreign concept to her. But to Set, it was like breathing. It was one thing he knew better then anyone.<br><br>Set moved into his own private bath, letting his robe melt away before slipping into the hot water. His mind was going into different spaces all at once. Who he could possibly call on for allies. Which of their siblings would be the most likely to side with Set if need be. Why his one love would be that angry with him. Who should get his kingdom, should Set fail with his war. He let out a small sigh as he began to slowly wash himself, wiping away the sweat and blood that he had acquired through his attack on his brother. It felt like his days with Nephthys again. Alone in the baths, waiting for Anya to come and take his queen's place. And that was something Set wished he wouldn't have to experience again.<br><br>----<br><br>In Isis' own bath, the goddess would find her mortal lover waiting for her. Elath hadn't been quite sure what had transpired in the past few moments, but it must have been big. First the rumbling that shook the palace. Then the flashes of lightning outside in the desert realm. Now Anya had been called to serve their god. Elath had received no such orders, but he had thought it might be best if he served their new queen. Of course part of him hoped that he would be able to partake in their delicious queen again. Their night had been quite fun, and Elath was eager to play with their queen once more. Still, she had not arrived yet, so he had some time to himself.<br><br>He moved slowly around the edge of the bathing pool slowly, careful not to get his robe too wet in the process. He continually checked the temperature of the water, making sure that it wasn't too hot for their queen. Of course he never did such a thing with Nephthys. She had always despised Elath, claiming he was too ugly for him to be near her. Elath had never thought much of his scars. Even with his worst one running across his face. But the former queen seemed to delight in abusing him for it, claiming that Anya was only with him because of pity. That his wife didn't truly love him. He scowled a little, shaking the memories of the old queen away. She wasn't here any more. And their new queen was much kinder to him.<br><br>Around the edge he went, adding soaps and oils into the water to make the pool give off a rather lovely smell of lavender. With that complete he added in a few concoctions to add quite a few bubbles into the pool. And of course he made sure to have a plate of food and wine set aside, in case the queen desired to eat and drink while the warrior attended to her. Even if Nephthys had never desired him around, he practiced this art form should she ever ask him to. Soon enough everything was set, and Elath moved to the door, standing there patiently as he awaited the queen's arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 12:40:05</strong>
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				Isis hated to be angry with Set, but she felt hurt. Their love making was something to be treasured and explored. Not a tool for revenge, it hurt that the warrior god did not see it this way. Nevertheless the goddess did understand the effect Set was going for during his confrontation with their sibling. He wanted to state without doubt who really held the power between the two brothers. It had always been assumed among the gods that Osiris was the more powerful of the royal siblings, but there were some that knew that that was further from the truth. Set had always been the one child born of the great Sun that had grown continuously in power. He was the youngest but was slowly becoming the most powerful. Of course that did not excuse him from his queen’s wrath. Isis was still very upset with her love but she had no idea how to quell uncertainty between them. It was foreign to the goddess because she and Set had never had an argument or disagreement between them before. Not even in their youth, they had got along so well nothing of importance had ever seemed to faze them. Isis suppose if they had been paired together back then, she and her warrior king would have had quarrels here and there However since they had been cheated out of a life together for so long, it would seem they would need a bit of practice in the making up department. <br><br>Maybe Isis could speak to Anya? The Goddess shook her head at that idea; she did not like the idea of seeking advice from a mortal. It made the Queen feel lacking as a deity. She was already at odds with Set somewhat, Isis did not want to add a touch of awkwardness by involving Anya. Still Isis needed to speak to Set, and clear the air between them. She did not like to be at odds with him, but she also did not like to be use in this cruel game of war. It was not a pastime she was familiar with or had a taste for, even when the goddess had been a child she had reframed from confrontation with others. She’d much rather resolve difference peacefully then engage in act that could hurt another. Unfortunately it seemed that such an idea was going to be far from what would be achieved during this conflict. Osiris would never forgive Set for taking the goddess away or the humiliation he had just been made to endure back within the dining room. No in the end this problem would be resolved with war and either Set or Osiris would be the last one standing through the aftermath of the carnage. Isis paused in mid-stride, her eyes shining wearily at the unclear thought. Everything was so uncertain right now, allies were thin, support would not be easy to gain and since Osiris was the rightful king other gods of the realm would not be easy to sway. <br><br>Victory seemed so far from grasp, and while the goddess wanted nothing to do with the fight. She was even more afraid of the wrath her former consort would bring down upon if she was returned to his custody. The goddess sighed. How did everything become so chaotic? She had only come here to meet with Set as a courtesy; instead they had ended up making love and reaffirming to one another once more. Isis hadn’t thought it so bad back then, but now…she wasn’t so certain. The goddess did not want to see her love hurt, Set already carried so many scars. Isis did not want him to gain one more because of her, and yet mother had always said this was his destiny. Set was the god of war, his power seem to know no bounds. He could be the deity that ushered in a new era for the gods. Osiris certainly didn’t seem to be up to the job. He was so fixated on keeping his subjects subservient to him, that he was falling behind in his real duties. The other divinities whom supported the god king agreed whole heartily with his policies, but silently Isis called it what it truly was. Osiris was a tyrant, a one sided dictator who only cared to exercise his power for his own gain. <br><br>If the goddess returned back into his care, he would make her pay for her betrayal until the end of her immortal days. Isis shuddered. She could not bear it, and yet the goddess could see no other way unless Set won. There was nothing she could do to help the storm god, or…was there? The goddess began nibbling on her bottom lip. She hadn’t thought there was an answer, but maybe there was; Kamun-Ra. The second most power general of all the deities, he was not a being breed for war, but his prowess, and strength were known to all divinities. He could be an exceptional help to Set if swayed to their side.&nbsp; “There is no time to waste.” Isis mumbled. She needed to seek an audience with Kamun, gain his possible allegiance before Osiris came to the same idea. The goddess proceeded down the corridors of the palace once more; she needed to leave quickly before Set realized she was gone. Isis wasn’t really certain but she could not take a chance that her consort would thwart her from traveling. Under normal circumstances she would have informed the guards of her whereabouts to take precautions. But not this time, this time around the goddess had to keep this under shadow. <br><br>Of course that did not mean Isis would exactly being going alone. She would go and find Elath and had him travel with her during this journey, it trip wasn’t a perilous trip, but Isis had a feeling that it would be an easy pill for her consort to swallow once her learn she was gone. The goddess made her way through the palace looking for the warrior. She was unsure where the mortal had disappeared to after she had left him in bed this morning. Isis recalled that he’s been rather exhausted after their pleasurable night with one another. However now that the day was reaching mid-evening, she was certain that he was rested enough to up and about for the day. Anya seemed to have no trouble after her time with the King, so the goddess was certain the warrior would be around tending to his own duties. “My…Lady?!” Isis gasped, startled slightly as she came face to face with the mortal woman. “Anya you frightened me...I had no idea you were no longer with his lordship” The goddess stated lightly, she hadn’t expected to see the human woman since she had sent her to serve Set. “I apologize my lady.” The human woman bowed her head. She had never meant to be a nuisance or clumsy. The mortal woman had learned long ago under Queen’s Nepthys reign with Lord Set that mistakes would not be tolerated, and punishment if so would be severe. <br><br>“I did not mean to bump into…” Anya tried to explain, but Isis cut her off from any further clarification. “There is no need Anya” The goddess smiled. “No harm was done.” She continued to speak, calming the woman. “You were just tending to your duty I cannot argue with that.” The mortal woman beamed. “Oh thank you excellency. Thank you.” Anya bowed once. “I will go at once and tend to Lord Set.” The mortal female made a motion to move, but the goddess held her off. “Anya hold on for a second...” The girl blinked, clearly confused. Was she in trouble after all? “Is there something wrong my lady?” She questioned softly. “No Anya I just need to ask you to do something for me.” Isis shook her head, her hand gesturing towards the bathing chambers. “I need you to keep his lordship busy for a few hours.” Anya looked to the goddess wearily; she was very unsure what the Queen was asking of her. “I do not understand my lady.” She stated, looking for more clarification. Isis sighed. She guessed she would have to explain a little more. “I need you to distract his lordship while I leave the palace with Elath for a short time.” The goddess continued. “If his Excellency were to find out I do not think he would allow me to go with Lord Osiris threat on the horizon.” Isis turned away, her focus directed on the landscape viewing through the window. <br><br>“So do what I ask and keep him diverted until I return tonight.” The mortal woman remained silent. She really didn’t know what to say. How did the new Queen expect her to keep his lordship in the dark about the goddesses’ absences? Anya could not lie to Lord Set, he was a god and it was against their laws. If he asked about the Queen, she would have no choice but to be honest. “You majesty I cannot…” Isis raised her hand silencing the girl once more. “I know you cannot lie to the King Anya. I would never ask you to. If Set dose inquire of my where about tell him truthfully.” The goddess was only issuing that she wanted the mortal to distract the War god long enough to forget about asking for a while. Anya sighed. She would do what the Queen asked of her, but she did not like it. “Of course my lady, your wish is my command.” Isis smiled appreciatively. She was aware that Anya was not comfortable keeping things quiet from Set, but was glad she understood the importants. “Thank you for assistants Anya. Your help will not go unappreciated.” Isis made to move, but paused as she remembered Elath. “Oh and Anya do you have any idea where Elath is?” She questioned, now clearly in hurry.&nbsp; <br><br>The mortal woman nodded her head, pointing at the second bathing room. “He’s waiting within the bathing chambers for your arrival my lady.” Isis nodded her appreciation and turned to leave. She entered the bathing area moments to later to find a very handsomely naked Elath waiting for her inside the water. The goddess was tempted to take the open invitation, but she could not waste time. They had to leave immediately if they were going to make it to see Kamun-Ra. “Anya tells me you works hard to create this setting.” She began, stepping towards the warrior. “Unfortunately Elath I can’t join you this evening.” Isis expression turned serious. “I need you Elath. You’re the only one I can count on for this assignment.” The goddess knew she was being vague but it was better to keep thing on a need to know. <br>------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Meanwhile just outside the door of Set’s bathing chamber, Anya prepared to entertain her lord for the evening. She knocked on the doors lightly, calling to the deity. “Lord Set may I come in?” She stepped inside the room with bath oils in hand. The mortal woman could not help but note the somber look on the Warrior God’s face. He looked lost, almost as if he desired for her to be someone else. Anya stood silently, studying his body langue. Did the Storm God wish his queen was here with him? The female mortal sighed. She knew all about the goddess displeasure with the deity. Anya even understood how the Queen felt, but still the human woman wished they would make soon. She did not like to see the Warrior king down like this. He had already endured one unhappy situation; Lord Set did not need another. Of course this also did not make Anya’s current assignment any easier. It would be hard to keep the King distracted if his mind was already on the goddess, especially if the warrior tired Anya out before he was sated. The female sighed, no ever said the fun stuff was easy. Anya looked to Set throbbing cock, but it definitely would be pleasing. She smiled, setting the tray of oils onto the next to large tub. “The Queen sent me to attend you my lord.” Anya bowed. “How may I serve you best this evening?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 18:33:35</strong>
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				The warrior god let out a forlorn sigh, even as Anya entered the baths for him. She was right. He had wished that the mortal woman was his queen. He wanted to hold his queen in his arms. He wanted to caress her and assure her that he loved her more then anything. That he was sorry for exploiting their love-making as a tool to upset their brother. But she seemed to want nothing to do with her lover. And that cut deeper then any wound Set had ever sustained on the battlefield. But what was he supposed to have done? Just let their brother interrupt a private moment between them? Let him insult the two of them with his false claims that the queen was his? He was a warrior! He didn't let insults stand unchallenged. She should have known that! But it mattered not. Just like with his previous queen,&nbsp; he had done something to offend her and now he was to bathe alone. It seemed that Set was just not having any luck with love. He had gone from a queen who had hated his very existence, to a queen who hated what he stood for.<br><br>The scarred god turned slowly to his attendant. Anya had been more of his queen then Nephtys ever had. She was the lover to two warriors. She knew that war was in their blood. That no matter what they did to try and escape it, it would always come back to them. And she knew that you never challenged a warrior. For they would always stand up and face whatever it was that you called them for. He let out a low sigh, looking slowly over the woman's robed form for a moment or so. He snapped his fingers once, causing her robe to slowly melt away like sand, revealing her lovely form that the Warrior God was all too familiar with. It certainly did feel like his was with Nephtys again. Relieving his tension and lusts on a mortal woman, instead of his queen. But in ways Anya had always been his queen. And that thought actually hurt, once he remembered that he was going to war for a woman who was not here with him.<br><br>"Thank you, Anya." He said, rather somberly. "You've always been here whenever I've needed you." He said, letting out a small sigh as he sat back against the edge of the bathing pool. "It seems I cannot escape this cycle... upsetting whoever I take for my queen. Except for you." He said, scooping up some of the warm water and letting it run down his form. "I considered taking you as my consort... when Nephtys was queen..." He seemed to be speaking more to himself, but just loud enough for her to hear. "But I did not think that it would be fair to Elath... that I would be bedding his love more often the he was... perhaps... perhaps I should have..." He said, just shaking his head for a moment. "I have never seemed to upset you..." The god sighed once again, leaning back against the edge of the pool, looking up at the towering ceiling for a moment. "Do not serve me, Anya... be with me as you always have." He said, his gaze slowly moving to her. "Help me remember that I have others who do not look at me in anger, who understand who I am."<br><br>--------<br><br>The demigod beamed a little when she spoke of what he had set up for her. He may have been a warrior, but he also took pride in serving his queen. He had hoped that she would remove her robe and join him in the bath he had set up for them. But it appeared she had different plans in mind. It wasn't often that their lord sent Elath on assignment. And when he did, it was only when he knew that Elath could get it done. Their Warrior liege seemed to hate parting his two favorite subjects. Elath and his love had always talked about how Set must have seen them as what he could never have. Someone to stand by his side no matter what. Someone who would come to comfort you whenever you needed it. Someone to be yours. There were times when the couple felt sorry for their lord. Their previous queen took and took and took from him, but never once gave him anything in return. Perhaps that was why Anya so willingly went to Set's bed without being called. To be the queen that he didn't have.<br><br>The seriousness in his expression quickly thinned the air in the room, and with a small nod he quickly moved to a corner of the room. He pulled down on one of the torches, revealing a small hideaway with a set of armor and a few weapons. Set's palace had a number of these caches hidden in the walls. With their lord being the most despised of the gods, Set had thought it wise to leave as many of these in his home as he could, just in case his palace should ever be attacked. The mortal warrior pulled on his tunic and his pants before setting to work strapping on his armor, starting with his leg and arm guards before pulling on his chest plate. He looked over to his queen as he worked a puzzled look on his face. "My lady, if I may ask, where are we going that Lord Set will send his queen instead of one of his messengers? I mean no offence milady, but with Osiris on the warpath Lord Set wouldn't do anything to risk you being captured..." He said, securing his armor. He then strapped a sword to his belt and donned his helmet before making his way back to his queen.<br><br>Of course being a warrior in Set's personal guard, his armor was like a second skin. While regular men would be hindered in movement by the thick armor, Elath had no such trouble. It was if his armor were made of cloth instead of steel. He looked back towards the bath, a little sad that they would not be able to put his hard work to use. But if his lord needed him to accompany the new queen, who was he to argue? "Where are we heading off to, my queen?" The warrior asked, bowing his head to her once. "I know many routes out of our lords realm. Some are well known, others are hidden. But I can get us almost anywhere we need to go." He said, his eyes on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isis &amp; Set: The Untold Story (Eve &amp; Captjoe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 11:20:20</strong>
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				It was scary and hard to lie. Anya wished the Queen hadn’t made her promise to keep her current plans from the King. It made the mortal female feel so guilty. Here lord Set was unhappy, miserable due to his troubles with the goddess. Anya was here and she had the perfect gift to ease his mind, but she could not tell him. The Lady Isis loved her new consort and it seemed whatever had transpired between the pair, did not negate that fact. However because of whatever the secrecy the Queen wanted to maintain from the King, Anya had no choice but to fulfill her pledge. She could not tell Lord Set anything until he asked her about the goddess.&nbsp; Only then would she not be bound by her word. Of course even when the mortal woman was allowed to reveal the truth, it would be far from helpful for the god. Anya did not have any idea where the Queen intended to go, everything about the conversation they’d had been so secretive. The goddess was so set and determined to complete her agenda, and although Anya had wanted to convince the goddess postpone. She didn’t even bother to try to sway the female deity. In the end she would do what she was asked to do, until which a time came when the truth could come out. <br><br>“I would have been honored to be your consort your majesty, but…” Anya began, as she stepped into temperature pool. With the weight of clothing dispersed by the King’s power, she was nothing but few strokes away from being in his arms. “We both know that I am not the one you truly desire.” The mortal woman pointed out, she did not mean to cause the storm deity pain. Anya just wanted to help lord Set see that all was not lost.&nbsp; Okay yes the warrior god must have done something to anger his consort in some way or other.&nbsp; Still that did not mean the situation was dire. In fact it could have been worse. The mortal woman shuddered, her mind wandering to former Queen Nephtys.&nbsp; If she was still around the king would most likely be farther unhappy then he was now. The former queen had a knack to making someone miserable, she had left lord Set so displease within their union. So many times Anya had come to him during his pain, soothing away the hurt that lay deep within him. The earthly female had always though it had something to do with his love for Queen Nephtys not being reciprocated, but not she knew that was further from the truth. The warrior deity had been mourning a different lost, his love for the lady Isis. Anya was not certain of the story behind their tale, but she was confident somewhere during the course of it, lord Set and the new Queen had been separated from one other. <br><br>The reason behind such an event was not certain. So much about the gods was a mystery to humans. Their history, traditions, and secrets were kept among and with the divine society. Only they knew the true history about one another. What they told their subjects at times was most likely select version of the real truth. That was all right of course and Anya accepted her place. She was not meant to know such knowledge, but that did not mean she was blind. She could see that the divinity that she had served for such a long time was in pain. Only this time she was not the one who could it away. “I will always be with you when you desire my lord.” Anya smiled, looping her arms around the neck of the warrior. She had always loved the feel of the King’s battle worn flesh pressed against her. It always served as a reminder they’re was more to come. “Just tell me what you desire, and I will see it done.” She teased, the rosary buds of her breast peaking, as she felt the lords growing erection. Anya had not forgotten her objective the queen had set before her. She was to keep the King occupied for the next few hours, oblivious to the goddess’ absence. The human female could not think of a better way to do that than making full use of this enjoyable bath. “Say the word my lord and as all ways I am yours.” Anya smiled at the deity; she hoped that her actions would keep from sensing anything amiss with Lady Isis.<br>&nbsp; <br>---------------------------------------------------<br><br>The goddess of course had plans and she would reveal them to Elath in time. However for now she needed the human to trust her, and follow. “We will be traveling by horse Elath.” She began explaining, motioning for the soldier to follow. Isis needed to be swift and discreet from here on. She could not risk Set sensing her power and figuring out her intentions for departure. He would stop her. He would distract her. He would make love to her. Then the goddess would forgive him and nothing would have been accomplished. They needed Kamun-Ra’s support against Osiris. The old General deity had one of the biggest armies, and the means to convince some of the other gods to side with Set. Isis just needed to get to him before Osiris did; tradition dictated that Kamun-Ra side with the reigning king during conflict. However that did not mean such an alliance was set in stone, Kamun could side with Set if he desired. Isis just had to sway the old divinity toward their cause. It would not be easy; the general was a stubborn one. Nevertheless the goddess had a plan and she was certain. Once she revealed revelation about Set, Kamun would see the need to offer his fealty. “We have to hurry Elath.” The goddess stated; her movements swift as she dashed through the palace. “We need to get to the stables and onto our destination before the king is the wiser.” Once they had mounts, Isis would open a portal near Kamun’s palace. They would travel to the general's home, only then would the goddess explain to Elath her real plans. The mortal warrior would mist like think her plan dangerous, but it was a risk that Isis was willing to take. 
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