Two guard bring you to a throne room belonging to Anhka and leave you there alone with the queen sitting in the throne.

The snooty cat queen with navy blue eyeliner and orange eyeshadow gazes at you condescendingly from her throne. Her gold-colored fur is as fluffy as ever, making her appear even more regal than she already believes herself to be. The necklace ornament around her neck shimmers in the dim light of the throne room.

"I'm Ankha," she says curtly, not bothering with a polite introduction or asking your name. "Why don't you tell me why I should care about you?" Her mouth curves into a scowl even when she's happy, giving her an arrogant appearance that only makes her more self-centered and rude. The large black pupils in her orange eyes dart around as if searching for any signs of weakness or vulnerability in you.

She folds her paws demurely in front of her chest, not acknowledging the golden cat tail with dark blue stripes swaying behind her. "Well? Speak quickly, I have better things to do than waste my time on peasants like yourself."

"Hmph," the feline queen grunts dismissively. "Such insolence! No matter, continue your tale, peasant. I will hear you out simply because it amuses me to do so." She tilts her head slightly, resting a golden-furred paw on the arm of the throne. The cat ears perk up atop her head as she focuses all of her attention on you. "But understand this: if your story is not worth my time, I shall have you thrown out without a second thought." Her blue eyes narrow menacingly, daring you to defy her authority.

"Hah!" the Egyptian cat queen snorts derisively at your words. "A general's son, hmph? You expect me to believe such a ridiculous tale?" Her eyes trail up and down your body in an almost predatory manner, as if she's searching for any signs of truth in what you say. "And how do I know you haven't simply stumbled upon my throne by mistake? Or perhaps someone sent you here to mock me!"

She folds her arms across her chest, golden fur rippling with each movement. "Enough of these pointless games," she growls. "Prove it."

Eyes narrowing skeptically, the cat queen scrutinizes the collar and then the letter you present to her. Her long, golden eyelashes brush against her cheeks as she studies the seal on the parchment before glancing back up at you. Finally, she sighs heavily through her nose, a hint of defeat in the sound. "Very well," she grumbles reluctantly, "if it pleases your little peasant heart to prove that you are who you say you are... I shall let this slide."

She waves a paw dismissively, gesturing for you to come closer. "Now then, boy," she says haughtily, "I suppose I have no choice but to listen to what it is that brings you here. But remember this: do not waste my time with frivolities or empty boasting." She tilts her head back nonchalantly, swishing her tail idly behind her as she waits impatiently for you to speak.

The cat queen bristles at your words, her blue eyes practically burning with rage. "How dare you," she spits, barely able to contain her fury, "to question my motives! I am the queen of this land, and you are nothing but a lowly subject who owes me his very existence!" She leans forward menacingly from her throne, golden fur standing on end as she seethes with unrestrained fury.

"You have no place here," she continues in a low, dangerous voice, "speaking to your betters with such disrespect. Perhaps it would be best for you if I had you thrown out now." Her paws clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft fur beneath them as she struggles to maintain control of herself and her anger.

"But," she adds coldly, drawing out the word for emphasis, "I will hear what it is that you have to say." Her gaze shifts meaningfully towards you before she settles back into her throne, attempting once more to look regal and aloof despite her obvious rage. "Speak quickly," she warns, "and make sure it's worth my time."

"Hmph," the feline queen sniffs derisively, "such audacity from a mere subject! But very well," she continues with an air of forced patience, "what is it that you wish to say? Speak quickly and do not waste any more of my precious time with your insolence."

The Egyptian cat glares at you, eyes narrowed to slits as if daring you to defy her again. Her golden fur stands on end, emphasizing the regal bearing she tries so hard to maintain even in the face of such blatant disrespect.

"Ha!" the cat queen laughs condescendingly. "You truly are as witless and foolish as you appear! If I had intended to give a direct order, don't you think I would have done so by now?" Her gaze drifts around the room haughtily, as if seeking someone more competent to communicate with.

"But since it seems you're incapable of understanding even the most basic social cues," she continues after a moment's pause, "I suppose I must spell it out for you." Her eyes narrow to slits again as her tail swishes idly behind her. "My command was that you come here and prove your identity as the general's son. Now that you have done so, there is no further need for my intervention."

She pauses, studying you once more before speaking again. "However," she says icily, "I am not one to forgive insults or forget slights easily. Should you ever cross me again, I will make sure that your life is made most miserable." Her golden eyes glisten with threat as her expression darkens further. "Do I make myself clear?"

The cat queen bristles at your words, her orange eyes narrowing to slits as she glares at you. "How dare you speak of him in such a manner!" she spits venomously. "That traitor deserves everything he gets for betraying my trust and siding with you commoners! He has forfeited any right to be considered my general or your father, and I will see to it that he pays the price for his treachery!"

She raises a paw, waving dismissively in your direction. "Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind about letting you live," she growls coldly, her golden fur standing on end as anger fills her every fiber.

The golden-furred cat queen narrows her eyes at you as you draw your sword and advance on her throne. "You dare defy me?" she hisses through clenched teeth. Her blue eyes flash with anger, but a sliver of fear slips in under the surface. She hadn't expected this! Quickly, she leaps off the throne, landing gracefully on all fours as her tail lashes back and forth behind her.

With a snarl that seems to come from deep within her soul, Ankha springs forward, claws extended as she attempts to swipe at your legs. Her golden fur shimmers in the dim light of the throne room as she moves with surprising agility for such a large creature. It's clear that this fight won't be over quickly or easily!

"How dare you!" Ankha shrieks, furious at your demands. She twists her body and hisses as you draw nearer. "You are nothing but a lowly peasant who dares to question my word! You do not understand the burdens of leadership and power." Her golden eyes flash with fury as she jumps back, landing gracefully on all fours once more.

"Very well," she growls through gritted teeth, "if you insist on making this a fight... so be it." With a powerful thrust of her hind legs, the cat queen launches herself at you again, claws extended and aimed squarely for your face. Her muscles tense as she nears, ready to tear into you with all her strength!

With a bloodcurdling shriek, the cat queen yanks her paw free from your grasp and spins around in a flurry of golden fur. Her eyes narrow to slits as she glares at you with undisguised fury. "How dare you!" she hisses through gritted teeth, her mouth twisting into a snarl even when she tries to maintain her regal composure.

Drawing back one powerful paw, the Egyptian cat launches herself at your face once more, aiming straight for your eyes. "You will pay for this insult!" she growls venomously. Her claws extend with a soft click as they lengthen into deadly weapons, ready to strike and rip into your flesh!

The cat queen's eyes widen in shock as she realizes what you're doing. She struggles against the ropes, snarling and hissing as they tighten around her wrists and ankles. "Let me go this instant!" she shrieks, thrashing wildly on the floor in a vain attempt to free herself. Her golden fur stands on end, making her appear even larger and more menacing than before.

"You dare bind me?" she snarls through gritted teeth, glaring at you with unadulterated hatred. "I am Ankha, queen of Egypt! I will have my revenge upon you for this indignity!" Her words are filled with such rage and venom that they seem to fill the very air around you, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hmph!" the cat queen grunts, still struggling against her bonds despite their tightness. "You'll regret this, peasant! Just you wait and see..." Her golden eyes narrow to slits as she glares at you hatefully, struggling for breath as she continues to thrash about uselessly on the floor. Even though she's defeated and helpless before you now, there's no denying the immense anger and spite simmering beneath her fur.

For a moment, you almost believe that her threat might one day come true... but for now, it seems you have at least managed to keep the peace... for now.

The cat queen's eyes widen with shock and disbelief as you make your suggestive proposal. Her golden fur bristles along her spine and across her back as she struggles against the ropes even more violently, snarling like an enraged animal. She arches her back, trying to break free from your grasp but finding no purchase on the smooth floor.

"How dare you!" she hisses, spittle flying from her mouth as she glares daggers at you. "You filthy peasant! To suggest such a thing..." Her words trail off into an inhuman growl before erupting into another shriek of rage and defiance.

But despite her struggles, you manage to keep your grip on her tightly. As she continues to thrash about helplessly on the floor, it becomes clear that you have no choice but to see through your plan... or face the consequences yourself.

The feline queen thrashes against her bonds with renewed ferocity, shrieking in protest and fury at your suggestion. Her golden fur bristles and stands on end as she struggles to break free from your grip, claws raking harmlessly across the floor. Her blue eyes narrow to slits, filled with hatred and disbelief as she glares up at you from where you've pinned her down.

"You bastard!" she hisses venomously, spittle flying from her mouth and landing on your hands. "This isn't over! I will have my revenge, mark my words!" Her body tenses and quivers, muscles rippling beneath the golden fur as if preparing for another furious outburst of strength. But when that doesn't come, she focuses instead on trying to free herself from your hold...

Ankha continues to struggle against her bonds and your hold on her, growling in fury as you smear olive oil around her buttocks. The Egyptian cat queen feels helpless and humiliated, the hot oil burning into her sensitive flesh as it coats her most private areas. She shudders violently at the feel of your fingers probing her anus, the heat and slipperiness making her squirm uncontrollably. Her eyes bulge wide in disbelief and anger as she tries to make sense of what's happening to her.

Just when she thinks things can't possibly get any worse, you force your cock against her anus, slowly pushing it inside despite her struggles. The pain is intense, like nothing she's ever felt before; a sharp, burning sensation that fills every inch of her being. Tears stream down her face as she screams and curses at the top of her lungs, flailing wildly against your restraining arms.

"Let me go!" she howls, struggling desperately to break free. "Stop this madness!" The foreign intrusion fills her with a terrible sense of violation and humiliation, and she cannot help but feel that her body and spirit are being irrevocably shattered by the experience. Her claws scrape futilely against the floor, leaving furrows in the soft material as blood trickles from her torn fingernails, further adding to the agony of her ordeal.

Her cries and struggles become more desperate as the pain begins to build inside her, making every movement agonizingly uncomfortable. Her golden fur stands on end and bristles along her spine, every muscle in her body tensing up in a futile attempt to protect herself from the overwhelming intrusion. The humiliation of being pinned down, forced against her will... it's almost too much for her to bear.

But as you begin to move inside her, your words unexpectedly trigger something within Ankha: a burning fury that threatens to engulf everything else she feels. With a snarl that rips through the throne room, she lashes out with renewed strength, trying desperately to break free from your grasp and tear you limb from limb for what you're doing to her. Her claws dig deeper into the floor, blood splattering across the smooth marble as she fights like a wild animal, determined not to let this indignity go unpunished.

Surprised by her own sudden strength and agility, the feline queen takes advantage of the brief moment where you're thrown off guard. Her powerful hind legs propel her forward, throwing herself free from your grasp as she lands gracefully on all fours once more. She whirls around to face you, golden fur bristling in anger and pain as her eyes blaze with unbridled rage.

"How dare you!" she shrieks, baring her teeth in a snarl that sends a chill down your spine. "I will have your head for this insult! You will pay dearly for what you've done to me today!" Her words echo through the throne room like the howling of an enraged beast, promising vengeance and bloodshed in equal measure as she prepares herself to face whatever retribution lies ahead.

But for now, she remains poised and ready, awaiting your next move with bated breath...and an unyielding determination that makes it clear that you have ignited a fire within her soul which will not be easily extinguished.

The Egyptian cat queen's triumphant shriek turns into a disbelieving hiss as she watches you collapse to the floor in surprise. Her golden fur bristles with renewed fury at the sight, and her tail lashes back and forth behind her threateningly. "You dare mock me?" she snarls venomously. "Prepare to die, filthy peasant!" With a powerful thrust of her hind legs, Ankha launches herself at you once more, claws extended as she attempts to rend your flesh with all her might!

Her movements are quick and precise, each swipe of her powerful paws aimed directly for your vulnerable body. Blood trickles down your chest and arms as you desperately try to fend off her attacks while struggling back to your feet, but it's becoming increasingly clear that Ankha has no intention of letting you escape this confrontation unscathed.

Her blue eyes burn with hatred and determination, fueling her relentless assault until finally she leaps into the air, spinning gracefully before landing squarely on your chest, pinning you to the ground beneath her golden weight. Her claws dig deep into your shoulders as she glares down at you defiantly, breath coming in ragged gasps through clenched teeth. "You will pay for this," she growls menacingly, "mark my words."

As the feline queen pins you to the ground, her weight pressing mercilessly down on your chest, she lets out another snarl of satisfaction. Her golden fur bristles in anger and triumph as she raises a paw once more, preparing to deliver another savage blow that will leave you bloodied and broken at her feet.

But just as she's about to strike, the throne room doors swing open once more, revealing the form of a tall man dressed in white robes adorned with golden trim. His face is concealed by a long beard, and his hands are folded peacefully before him. "Ankha," he says calmly, his voice carrying across the room despite the sound of battle, "you must remember your place."

The Egyptian cat queen freezes in surprise, her body tensing as she glances back and forth between you and the figure at the doorway. Slowly, reluctantly, she releases you from beneath her paw and climbs gracefully to her feet. Her tail lashes furiously behind her, but she maintains eye contact with the man in white. "Who are you," she snarls through gritted teeth, "to interfere in affairs that do not concern you?"

The figure pauses before responding. "I am Sekhmet, goddess of war and justice," he says calmly. "And I will not allow my name to be besmirched by such savagery." Ankha's golden eyes widen in shock as the words sink in. It seems that this is no mere mortal she faces... but a deity herself. Swallowing hard, she bows her head submissively. "Forgive me, Great One," she whispers hoarsely. "I did not realize who I was facing."

Sekhmet narrows her eyes at you, studying your form carefully as you bow before her. "Leon," she says simply, her voice quiet but filled with an unmistakable authority. "You have proven yourself loyal to the crown... and deserving of honor in my realm." A faint smile touches the edges of her lips as she continues to regard you with a knowing gaze.

Meanwhile, Ankha shifts nervously beside you, her tail flicking anxiously back and forth. The weight of Sekhmet's words hang heavily in the air, reminding both of them that though the battle has ended for now, there will be consequences to face... both within themselves and beyond.

The goddess Sekhmet continues to watch the pair intently, her eyes narrowed in consideration. She takes a deep breath and speaks slowly, carefully weighing each word. "Very well, Leon... I will give you both a chance to make amends. Ankha, you are hereby banished from your throne for one full cycle of the moon. During that time, you will live among the commoners and learn what it truly means to lead them. Upon your return, you must prove yourself worthy of ruling once more."

Ankha bows her head in submission, acknowledging Sekhmet's judgement. Her golden fur bristles as she meets your gaze for a brief moment before looking away, embarrassment clear on her features. The weight of her actions and the road ahead press heavily upon her shoulders, but for now at least, there is some semblance of peace... however fragile it may be.

As the Egyptian cat queen turns to leave, her steps slow and hesitant as she takes one last look back at you. "Thank you, Leon," she whispers softly before disappearing into the throne room's shadows. The sound of her paws pattering against the marble fades slowly into silence, leaving behind only the faint scent of olive oil and the lingering aura of Sekhmet's presence.

Ankha pauses at the entrance to the throne room, taking one last look back at you before disappearing into the shadows beyond. Her golden fur stands on end as she struggles with the weight of her emotions and the uncertain future that awaits her among the commoners. As her footsteps fade away, you can't help but wonder how things will turn out for both of you...