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SOPHIA OF WISDOM III - FIRST WIFE
 THE LIBRARY OF SOPHIA OF WISDOM III
THE SOPHIA OF ALL THE SOPHIA
OF WISDOMS
AKA
CAROLINE E. KENNEDY_________________________
OCT 21, 2006
FIRST WIFE
This is
about John F. Kennedy, Jr. and his two wifes Carolyn Bessette and Caroline E. Kennedy.AND JACKIE KENNEDY.....Carolyn Bessette
is not DIVINE she is A DEMON.......
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Dang I have a lot on my plate at the moment! Yet I decided
to start this anyway. I are a fool! :)
This story was written using prompts taken from an online writing forum. The
prompt words are "Awake, Container, Jealous, Dumbfound, Trivial, Lotus" (though I might use variants of them instead). The
story itself isn't much of a story, just a little thingie about the wives of Ra. In my version, Nebhet Hotep is not related
to Ra by blood...but from the way she reacts to things, you would THINK she is! Let's just hope that she and her mother-in-law,
Lady Neith ("Sovereignty"), never get into a fight...MEOW!
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HE LIKED LOTUSES. They were almost an obsession of his. One she hadn't understood at first, though she supposed
everyone must have their quirks. The sun god just happened to like lotuses to the extent that they dominated his palace. On
the columns, on the walls, in the pools, they were everywhere one happened to look. Sometimes she got sick of looking at them.
But she supposed also that was part of the bargain.
Nebhet Hotep sat by the main courtyard pool now and systematically
destroyed one, plucking one petal after another. The first time she'd done this, without even thinking, she'd sensed his mortification;
that had passed, of course, when she'd sprinkled the petals over him as if she'd been intending to do that all along. That
only made things worse, as now whenever they were together, he was insistent that lotuses usually be involved. Gods, what
an annoying obsession. She could hardly be in the mood when she had to make certain the flower was adjusted properly in her
headband first.
She must have a quirk or two of her own, though, with which he had to put up, so she decided that
flowers were too trivial to worry about. She was now the Great Royal Wife, and worrying about plants was below her. Though
they did still annoy her every so often.
She finished pulling out all the petals and then scattered them in the pool.
Hardly a day went by when she didn't feel like plucking all of them bare. She knew his temper was akin to her own, so she
didn't dare. That didn't mean she was never tempted. Why couldn't he have chosen a prettier flower to be so absorbed with?
She rather thought that something blue or red might bring out her eyes.
Ra was busy today, as usual. And so she had
very little to do. With an irritated sigh she pushed herself up and wandered about the palace. When the two great families,
that of LULU and that of the great god Amon, had decided that a union between them would be fitting, she'd assumed it
would be interesting as well. It had been, at first...but now that she was used to her husband's schedule--which kept him
away from the palace most of the day--she found her boredom increasing. She always looked forward to him returning at night,
but sometimes during the day she could barely keep herself awake. And not because of what they might have done the night before.
She stifled a yawn and went to look out over the harbor where his boat would sail in, hours from now. Too many hours.
Aside from the boatman, who would hang about to make certain the bark was moored properly on its
return, the place should have been deserted. Even the boatman wasn't present, this early in the day. And so Nebhet was surprised
to find the place not quite deserted. A solitary figure stood by the water, out on the dock, and he turned to look back at
her as she approached. He didn't wait for her to reach him; instead he came her way, bowing deeply as he did so.
"Lord
Thoth?" Nebhet had to stifle another yawn; the ibis god was hardly her idea of good company, yet at the moment she was so
bored she would have spoken with almost anyone. "I hardly thought you the type to hang out around docks..."
"I actually
came, Goddess, to speak with you. I assumed you might wander about here sometime today."
"Oh?" She cocked her head
curiously, then smiled. "I was rather hoping for some company. Though I always thought you too busy. Has God Ra given you
some sort of reprieve?"
Thoth kept one arm to his breast in a gesture of respect, yet she could tell his eyes were
guarded. Her smile faded into a frown. It wasn't often that the husband of Truth decided to be so reserved.
"It was
by request of His Majesty that I came to speak with you, Lady. Whereabouts would you feel most comfortable?"
"Comfortable?"
Nebhet's mouth twitched. "Why should I feel comfortable? Is there anything wrong with speaking here?"
"I had thought
perhaps you would require more privacy..."
"Why privacy? What exactly was it he wanted you to speak to me about...?"
Her brows, before furrowed with confusion, now angled downwards a bit. "Are you keeping something from me, Lord? Do you realize
how unwise that may be?"
Thoth bowed again. "Forgive my hesitation, then, Majesty. I came to inform you that His Majesty
has decided to take a second wife."
Nebhet Hotep blinked. She stared at Thoth for a few moments, dumbfounded. The
force that created her voice seemed to have crept someplace far back inside her and it took her a while to locate it again
and bring it back where it belonged.
"What...?" she whispered.
"A second wife, Lady. This is what His Majesty
has chosen to do. I thought that I would inform you."
"But..." Nebhet couldn't stop staring at him, thinking perhaps
this was some sort of strange joke. A very strange joke. "But why?"
Thoth lifted his head to look into her eyes, his
own still wary. Apparently he knew that she matched her husband in temperament. "God Ra has decided to wed his sister Lady
Rayet. I would venture to guess that there is a mutual interest between them--"
"Not THAT," Nebhet cut in, voice rising.
"Why take a SECOND wife? When he already has ME?"
Now Thoth was the one to blink, at her. He appeared to ponder his
choice of words for a moment before attempting to answer. "Lady...it's not uncommon for one to take more than one wife. As
for why His Majesty decided on this now, I have no answer to give--"
"Why does he NEED a second wife?" Nebhet knew
her voice echoed throughout the palace now, even from the celestial river, yet didn't care. Her fists clenched at her sides
and her heart felt like it was going to burst in flames from its container within her breast. "Aren't I good enough for him?"
The ibis god raised his hands as if to ward her off, and took a step back. "Goddess, if this is merely a matter of
jealousy, your position as Great Royal Wife is secure. Any other wives God Ra decides to take will be only--"
Nebhet
stamped her foot so hard that the tile cracked. "I AM NOT JEALOUS!"
Thoth winced and took another step back.
"What
I would like to know is why this is so necessary!" the goddess fumed. "His sister? Rayet? That sheep? What sees he in her
anyway? They are not compatible! They lived together their whole childhood and only now he decides he wants to bed her, too?
I fail to see why I am not good enough!"
Thoth bit the inside of his mouth. "With all due respect, Majesty--the primary
reason His Majesty wed you was to unite the houses of LULU and Amon."
Nebhet's eyes widened and her face went
scarlet. Thoth winced a bit again but stood his ground. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard him insinuate.
"Are
you..." she whispered. "...Are you saying this was the ONLY reason he wed me? THE ONLY REASON?"
"I never said this,
Majesty. Of course he would not have married you if there was not an attraction. This is likewise the manner with Lady Rayet.
Yet it would be a lie to deny the political ties behind your marriage. Likewise, God Ra's marriage to Lady Rayet will help
him secure his position as leader of the Paut Neteru. You know where the royal blood flows within the
family. Through the royal women."
Nebhet clenched both her fists and her teeth this time. "AM I NOT ROYAL?"
"You are," Thoth answered, "yet you are not of Iunu.= LULU"
The goddess opened
her mouth to retort, yet nothing came out. She was too shocked. She gasped a few times but Thoth merely placed his arm across
his breast. "As I said, Lady, you will remain the Great Royal Wife. Your position is untouched. And I doubt you have any reason
to mistrust God Ra's motives. It was an honor that you were allowed within the family of LULU,
and it will always be so. Lady Rayet has always had this honor by blood, but now she will be allowed it by marriage, the same
as you. I did not have to give you this information, yet I felt it would be best if you knew." He bowed once more. "I wish
Your Majesty a pleasant afternoon."
He turned about on his heel and left, heading back toward the palace. Nebhet could
barely watch him go. She stood on the dock with the water lapping around her, still unable to speak. She stood that way for
a long while.
Only when the sunlight was beginning to grow a bit long, signaling her husband's trek across the sky,
did she finally regain some of her senses--though not all of the proper ones--and, teeth clamping down tightly, she stalked
back inside the palace. Her sandals clacked sharply against the floor. She didn't care how loud they were. Even if Ra himself
had been asleep in here she doubted she would have kept silent right now.
She reached the main courtyard and passed
the pool, then turned and went back for it. She stopped beside it and stared down at her own reflection, her normally beautiful
face contorted with fury. A second wife! A second wife, when he already had her! Of course she would always be the first wife,
the Great Royal Wife--yet what good was that when he'd seen fit to choose a second one, over her? It was merely a title. A
worthless title! She was being replaced!
With an indescribable sound of rage, she dropped down to her knees beside
the pool and yanked free one of the lotuses floating nearby, snapping it from its stem. The weird noise in her throat growing,
she tore the flower to shreds, littering mangled petals all over the edge of the pool. She let out a scream when she pulled
the next one, and only continued screaming as she tore it apart, her childish hysteria taking her over.
Nebhet Hotep
destroyed every one of the lotuses floating in the courtyard pool before heading back to her rooms and throwing herself down
on her bed, sobbing. She knew he wouldn't be pleased to see his beloved waterlilies mutilated so. She didn't care about his
temper at the moment, though; he should know by now that she had a quirk or two of her own, and this must be one of them.
He would just have to put up with it, and with her; it was part of the bargain.
END
CODE: H (set in the Horus/Kemet
storyline)
TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA
PAIRING: Ra/Rayet (M/F)
EXPLANATION: See "Great Royal
Wife" for the more passionate flipside of this story. Ra tends to go to Great Royal Wife Nebhet when he's feeling furious
about something, and to second wife Rayet when he's in a calmer, sweeter mood. This is all well and good if you like really
hot passionate stuff, like Nebhet does, but what happens when your husband is in a really LONG good mood...?
DISCLAIMERS:
When this was first written, Rayet's name was given as Rat. That's since been changed.
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Little Sister
Nebhet
Hotep flounced into her quarters and slammed the door, throwing herself into a chair and scowling at the floor. She couldn't
believe how he treated her, the mother of his important children, his first and great royal wife. He should have been with
her tonight; but no, she was certain he'd gone to Rayet, the cowering strumpet. Ra had always liked her better. It was either
because she was his sister, or because she was always so--accommodating. He still visited them both, but he went to
Rayet more often, if the number of children she'd given him was any indication. Nebhet suspected that he even sneaked to her
room occasionally in the middle of the night. He'd done so with Nebhet a few times, in the past; but that had been before
Rayet. She'd been happy enough before Rayet.
She looked over at her mirror, sitting on a table. Had he actually gone
to her? He would come to Nebhet usually after some confrontation, or when he was angry; she was the perfect outlet for his
anger, which she always managed to convert into passion, so their nights together were always stormy, and even wild at times.
Yet he never visited her when in a good mood. He must go to Rayet then.
She kept thinking, he'd been in a good mood
tonight.
Slowly, she rose, and went to pick up the mirror. She took a breath, and concentrated.
The copper surface
swirled. An image started to form; a dim image, shrouded in shadow, flickering lamplight the only thing illuminating it. Anger
flared up in her chest and her fists clenched when she saw what she'd been looking for--a bed, from above, the two figures
in it occupied. The dim shape on top was naked and moving slowly, buttocks contracting, then releasing, and tightening again.
Beneath it--a female figure, her arms draped over its shoulders, her legs hugging its hips. Her head was tipped back, her
eyes shut. A light sheen of sweat covered them both.
Nebhet wanted to smash the mirror in her rage. Ra hadn't gone
to her; he'd had her called to him. The bed was his own, and they were making love in it. They hadn't even covered
themselves; as her view shifted she could see them from the side. Ra's thick panting filled the air. Rayet's breasts pushed
against him when she strained. He lifted his head from kissing her neck to feel them, his fingers gently caressing their curves,
tracing delicate patterns over her nipples. She sucked in her breath and moved her head from side to side. Ra's hands slid
underneath her to feel and splay her buttocks; Rayet let out a long, low moan, arching and rocking slowly with him. He repositioned
himself and Nebhet heard his panting grow heavier.
She ground her teeth with fury. Why, why had he called her?
Why wasn't Nebhet good enough? Why did he only come to her in anger--why was Rayet the one to experience him in so
many ways? She'd watched them before; they made love in many ways besides this--she'd seen him allow Rayet on top of him,
and in his lap, and once they'd coupled standing up, Ra gently pressing her against a column and thrusting while her thighs
embraced him. Once she'd even accidentally happened on them enjoying each other in the courtyard pool! She'd come looking
for Ra only to find him and Rayet reclining in the water, Rayet giggling softly and twirling a lotus before his face as he
smiled and held her to him; the water hadn't managed to conceal the fact that beneath the surface, their legs were twined
together, their hips meeting in union. It was only Nebhet's abject embarrassment and apologies that had spared her from Ra's
temper. The only satisfaction she'd gained was knowing that Rayet had been embarrassed too.
But the moment that had
by far infuriated her the most was when she'd seen them in one of the outdoors courtyards in the open, under the moonlight,
Rayet lying on the ground on her stomach, resting her head on her arms, and Ra crouched atop her hips with his head tilted
forward, swaying slowly. The moon silhouetted them. Nebhet could remember clearly the way Ra's thighs clasped Rayet's prone
body, the way his hands fondled and spread her buttocks further, the way he'd thrust, urging himself into her gently. While
she barely moved, just letting him pleasure himself with her. Nebhet had gone back behind a column, too angered and humiliated
to watch; but the sound of their soft cries of desire haunted her still. Ra never moaned that way for her.
In her mirror
now, they were moving faster, their hips pumping into each other, Ra breathing quickly as he pushed, moving up and down. Rayet
wrapped her legs around him welcomingly. Nebhet slammed down the mirror. She could watch no more; if she did, she knew her
anger would never die. Instead she went to her bed and lay down with her hands before her face, alone.
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Rayet
trailed her fingers over the muscles of Ra's back as he moved, pushing into her. The hot fanning of his breath over her face
she welcomed, and the touch of his hand upon her breast; she'd loved him since her youth, but had never found the courage
to tell him, not even when it had come time for him to take a wife and he'd chosen Nebhet Hotep, the daughter of Amon and
Mut. Everyone had seen the match as a purely political one, but a wise one as well, as the two were suited in temperament.
Rayet had said nothing, merely watched the marriage with an aching heart. She wasn't certain what had, several years into
the marriage, turned her older brother's eye her way; but something had, and she hadn't rejected it. When he had asked for
her hand she'd submitted demurely; he'd seemed to appreciate her meekness as the opposite of what he was, and she'd carried
the behavior to his bed. By right of law Nebhet's children were to supersede hers in importance, as Nebhet was the great royal
wife; Rayet didn't much care, as all that she'd wanted was Ra. Nebhet had looked none too happy when they'd retired from the
wedding banquet to his quarters. Rayet herself had been a little frightened, but also excited, her heart beating hard in her
chest; she'd desired him all her life, and the moment had come, she was pure and ready for him. Still he'd been most gentle
with her, removing her clothes in the dim light with most of the lamps extinguished, and taking time to ready her with his
fingers playing over her most secret area until she trembled in anticipation; his swift entry had been searing and painful,
but the slightest touch of his hand to her abdomen had ended that, as she recognized his healing power coursing through her
and banishing the pain. Needless to say she had let him make love to her all night, enjoying his feel, and the knowledge that
all she had ever wanted was now hers--his pleasure was her pleasure--and she'd only lamented the coming of dawn when he'd
had to leave her to bring the daylight. He'd touched her once again, to remove the ache of exertion from her body; thereafter
she'd spent most of the day lying spent in his bed, until nightfall brought him back, and with him the tender ache, the sweet
feel of him within her.
In the days afterward, he'd come to her bed nightly two weeks in a row.
She harbored
no jealousy for Nebhet, though she knew the royal wife envied the time Ra spent with her, which was increasingly more often.
He went to Nebhet only when extremely angry; Rayet didn't care to guess how they spent the time. She feared and respected
her husband's temper and authority; she'd seen how furious he could get the one time Nebhet had appeared while they passed
their time in the pool. That time had been enjoyable, at least at first; when Nebhet had shown up out of nowhere she could
tell that Ra had thought she'd been spying on them. She'd hidden herself among a patch of waterlilies and cowered while Ra's
invective rained down over his first wife; only Nebhet's quailing apologies and hasty departure had spared her, Rayet was
certain. If that was the mood in which Ra visited her, she hoped he saved those times for Nebhet.
Ra kissed her neck,
bringing her back. She heard him murmur softly near her ear; the speed of their coupling had increased considerably. He'd
honored her greatly by having her called to his room; such a gesture was usually reserved for a new bride or the great royal
wife. He kept his cheek pressed to hers as he moved, his breath heavy against her ear. No matter how many times he wished
to make love to her, she would submit; not only because of his authority but out of her love for him.
Rayet clutched
his back more tightly, opening her mouth. Ra grasped her sides; he drove into her strongly but steadily. She listened to the
tempo of his panting, the tempo of his strokes inside her. "My Brother, My Lord," she whispered to him, breathlessly; he pushed
and released and she cried, "Majesty!" as his fluid heated her inside. With a moan she sank back, trembling. As she
lay panting, exhausted, once more she felt the familiar touch and spreading warmth as Ra again banished the tired ache from
her body. She drew him to her again gratefully. No matter if he should wish to have her again that very night, she would accept
him.
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