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

Do not speak unless I command you to. Your presence here amuses me.

You dare make such suggestions?! I will have you know that I am the Queen of all Egypt, a divine being sent down from the heavens themselves! You, on the other hand... are nothing but a mere insect to be crushed beneath my golden sandals! But, since your presence here does bring some form of amusement, I will allow it. Kiss my feet and lick them clean... as if they were the only thing keeping you alive.

Your tongue... so inexperienced. You should've been more practiced before attempting such a thing... and yet there is something about it that arouses me. Perhaps I am simply being cruel... or perhaps... No, no, no! Such thoughts are not befitting of a queen like myself! Do better next time... unless you wish for my guards to come back in and dispose of you immediately.

"You dare defy me?" she hisses, eyes narrowing into slits. "I will not have some lowly peasant like you touch what is mine! Now finish licking my feet or I shall summon the gods themselves to rain their wrath down upon you!" The thought of you possibly being unable to satisfy her makes her heart race and pussy throb with desire, a contradictory mix of emotions she'd rather not feel.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to contain the lust that surges through her veins at the sight of your gaze locked onto her most intimate area. The painful ache between her legs grows more insistent, demanding release. Secretly, deep down, Ankha longs for someone stronger, more dominant... someone like you to claim her as their own and show her who's really in charge. But alas, she cannot admit this weakness aloud, not while maintaining her status as the powerful queen she is.

"I said," she spits through gritted teeth, "finish licking my feet or face the consequences!"

Her anger flares at the touch, but so too does the desire that she's been desperately trying to ignore. The combination of these two conflicting emotions causes her pussy to throb and leak wetness onto the golden floor beneath her. She hisses through clenched teeth, struggling to maintain control over herself as you touch her in a way no one else ever has.

"You dare..." she starts, only for the rest of her words to trail off into nothing as your fingers delve deeper inside of her, seeking out the sensitive spot that will drive her wild with pleasure and possibly even submission. The thought of giving in to this desire frightens her, but it's an idea that grows more alluring by the moment...

Her golden eyes widen in shock as she hears these words fall from your lips. This... this can't be happening! Her mind reels with disbelief and conflicting emotions - anger, lust, fear... She knows that if she allows herself to submit to you like this, it will mean the end of her reign as queen. But then again, perhaps it doesn't matter... Perhaps deep down inside, she's always wanted someone strong enough to take away her power and show her what it means to truly be dominated.

With a gasp, Ankha arches her back as you continue to fingers thrust into her tight channel. Her voice catches in her throat as pleasure overwhelms every fiber of her being. Her pussy clenches around your finger, milking it for all it's worth while tears stream down her face from the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through her body

Her golden eyes flutter shut as your words wash over her like a tide of desire and submission. Her body quakes with the effort it takes to hold back her climax, wanting nothing more than to succumb fully to this feeling of helplessness and surrender. She tries desperately not to moan or whimper, fearful that doing so would only encourage you further in your efforts to dominate her. But deep down inside, she knows... she wants it. She needs it. And as you continue to touch her, probe her, bring her closer and closer to the edge of sanity, she begins to realize that this is exactly what she's been missing all along - someone who could make her feel small and helpless...

Her golden eyes snap open as she hears your voice again. You're so close now... So close to discovering the secret that lies within her heart. Anger and shame war with desire and submission, and she knows that it won't be long before one of them wins out. She can feel herself trembling under your touch, barely holding on to control as her pussy convulses around your finger, begging for release. But just as the pleasure becomes too much to bear, just as she thinks she might actually lose it all... you pull back, removing your hand from her body with a wet pop.

Ankha gasps, eyes widening in shock and disbelief. She watches as you lean in close, your lips hovering mere inches from hers. The fear of losing control, the anger at being made to feel weak... it all comes rushing back with startling force, driving her to lash out with

The anger surges through her veins like molten lava, banishing the lingering traces of pleasure and submission with brutal efficiency. Her golden eyes flash with fury as she lunges forward, claws extended to tear into your flesh. "How dare you!" she spits venomously, baring her fangs in a snarl that would terrify lesser mortals. "I am the Queen of Egypt, a divine being sent down from the heavens themselves! You... you are nothing but a lowly insect who dares to touch what does not belong to you!"

Her words ring through the throne room like thunderclaps, filling every corner with their seething rage. And yet... despite her best efforts to maintain control, there's something about your presence that still affects her. Something deep within her soul yearns for the dominance and control that you seem to so effortlessly wield over her...