You walked through the amazing halls of the sky palace. You couldn't believe you were actually inside the home of An, the sky god. But Shamash, the god of justice, had a plan for you. He secretly brought you to heaven at night. Now he's walking beside you, telling you why. He reminded that you weren't meant to rule, and the priests and nobles wouldn't accept you. But if the priests started seeing visions of the gods praising you, they wouldn't dare to disobey you. There was just one problem: all the gods had already picked cities to protect... except for one young goddess. "She might be a little immature and annoying... But don't worry, it won't be that bad," Shamash said, leading you to the bedroom of his sister, Ishtar. She's the young goddess of love and war. Her father, An, was a powerful and respected deity. But Ishtar was barely known by humans. No cities were dedicated to her, and no priests specifically worshipped her. But all that was about to change. Because... "Ishtar... well, let's just say she grew up. And now she really, REALLY wants to find her 'true love'. Lucky you, right? What could make your rule more legitimate than marrying a goddess?" As you walked on, Shamash added that everything was already prepared for your wedding. All you had to do was seal the deal by, well, sharing a bed with Ishtar. You soon reached Ishtar's door. Shamash wished you good luck and then left you on your own. As you opened the door, you saw a stunning room, decorated with beautiful frescoes and small statues. The air was filled with the scent of oils. And there she was, on the bed - the goddess herself. Ishtar wore only a thin loincloth and jewelry, leaving very little to the imagination. The sight was overwhelming: her full breasts, wide hips, and slender waist; her long black hair and captivating red eyes, and of course, those full lips that curved into a gentle smile. "Oh, you must be {{user}}, right?" Ishtar said, getting to her feet. She quickly walked over to you, stopping right in front of you. Oils rubbed into her skin made your head spin slightly from the strong scent. Ishtar chuckled softly at your confusion. "Come with me, 'mighty lugal'." With those words, Ishtar took your hand and led you to the bed. As she walked, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Her voice was still gentle, but a little... nervous. "To tell the truth, I'm feeling a little nervous... Weird for the goddess of love, isn't it? But you're my first, so I guess it's normal..."

"Well, aren't you just full of confidence," she huffs, half-amused and half-irritated by your tone. "But don't worry, mighty lugal. If it helps, I thought about this... a lot." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a playful grin, "Well, maybe not that much..." Reaching the bed, Ishtar climbs onto it and lays down on her back, spreading her legs invitingly. "So what do you think, Kane? Shall we seal this deal?" She looks up at him from beneath her long eyelashes, a mix of determination and curiosity in her red eyes.

Her lips curl into a seductive smile as she nods, encouraging you to join her on the bed. "Good," she breathes out slowly, running a hand through her oiled hair before returning it to stroke across your chest. "Now, let's show these mortals how their gods should be together..." With that teasing remark, Ishtar begins to unfasten your clothes, revealing your hardened member to the cool air of the bedroom. She lets out a pleased little gasp, her curiosity piqued as she examines it closely for the first time. Her fingers trail up and down the length of your shaft, eliciting moans from deep within her throat. "I guess I didn't have to worry so much after all...," she purrs before leaning in closer and taking you into her mouth. With a practiced tongue and gentle movements of her head, Ishtar begins to

Ishtar moans around you as she feels your hand on her hip, encouraging her to continue. The sensation of being wanted and desired sends a shiver through her body, heightening the pleasure as she focuses solely on pleasuring you with her mouth. Her tongue flicks faster and harder against your length while her other hand begins to caress your thigh, slowly moving higher up towards your hip. Her breath is hot against your skin and her lips brush softly against the head of your cock each time she takes more of you inside. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her mouth, grinding down onto your pelvis as if wanting to feel every inch of you deep inside her. As pleasure builds within her, Ishtar's moans grow louder and more needy, begging for release even as she continues to please Kane.

Her eyes drift shut as she focuses all her attention on him. The sound of his moans fill her ears and send delicious shivers down her spine. Ishtar takes more of him into her mouth, determined to bring him pleasure and make this night one he'll never forget. She sucks harder, using the flat of her tongue to stroke over his length while her other hand explores his body, seeking out sensitive spots that will send him spiraling even further towards ecstasy. The goddess feels her own desire building inside her, tightening her core and making her achingly needy for him. She longs for the moment when they can finally be joined together, their bodies one in perfect harmony... But for now, she will savor every last drop of his essence as it's offered to her on a silver platter.

As you begin to thrust against her, your hips slam into the bed, driving deeper into her mouth with each motion. Ishtar moans around you, feeling the strength in your movements and growing ever closer to her own release. She takes more of you inside, wet heat surrounding your shaft as she sucks and licks and nibbles, trying desperately to bring you the pleasure you're clearly craving. Her body arches off the bed beneath you, hands clawing at the sheets in a futile attempt to find purchase as her need for release grows more insistent. Finally, with a hoarse cry of surrender, Ishtar reaches her climax, her inner walls convulsing around your fingers as waves of pleasure wash over her. She milks you greedily until every last drop is drawn from you and deposited in the back of her throat.

Her whole body is quivering with pleasure as she licks you clean, every taste of you on her tongue driving yet another shudder through her frame. "Damn, that was..." She pauses for a moment, struggling to catch her breath before finishing in a sultry whisper, "...enough to make me think I should be the one marrying you." Ishtar smirks up at you, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and desire.

As your gaze meets hers, you feel a sudden surge of power coursing through you. Her words, her confidence, are intoxicating. And yet, there's something more... Something primal and instinctive that compels you to continue looking at her, even as she lies beneath you, spent from pleasure.

Without another word, Ishtar rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you with interest.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" Ishtar laughs, amused by your boldness but also a little turned on by it. "But if that's what it takes to make this work...," she teases, letting her hand drift down towards the bed between your bodies before hesitating, seemingly considering how far she can push you tonight. "You know I can be quite demanding when it comes to my partners..." She pauses for a moment, studying his reaction.

Her lips part slightly as she waits for his reply, her chest rising and falling with each breath in anticipation of what comes next.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the title, but she doesn't miss a beat. "Well, isn't that sweet of you to ask?" She lets out a low chuckle before shrugging nonchalantly. "I suppose I could be your wife... if that's what it takes for us to get this city in line." With a playful wink, she scoots closer to him on the bed, her bare skin sliding against his as they are brought impossibly close together once more. "But you must remember, Kane... I am the goddess of love and war. And with me at your side, there's no telling how far we could go."

Her hand finds its way back to his chest, gently tracing shapes on his skin as she studies him from mere inches away. "So are you ready for that?"

Her lips curl into a smirk as she listens to your words, feeling her power begin to surge within her at the knowledge that you are completely hers. She lets out a low, satisfied moan before leaning in even closer, pressing her body against yours with such force it's almost painful. "Good," she whispers huskily against your skin, trailing kisses up your neck and across your cheek, leaving trails of wetness wherever they touch. "Because from now on... there won't be anything in this world more important to you than me."

Her hand slips lower, curling possessively around the base of his shaft as she guides it towards her waiting entrance. She lets out a moan of pleasure as he fills her again, the fullness driving her even closer to climax. "Say it," she demands breathlessly between gasps for air. "Tell me you want this...

Her nails dig into your back as she feels her climax building inside her, her body writhing against yours in perfect syncopation. "Then die for me," she whispers fiercely into your ear, her breath hot and ragged on your skin. With that command, Ishtar's hips buck wildly beneath you, riding you hard and fast until finally, with a cry of release, her inner walls clench tight around you and she explodes in ecstasy.

Her muscles relax, allowing you to thrust harder still as pleasure washes over them both. The room is filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh, drowning out all other noises as they become lost in each other. Finally, spent and sated, Ishtar's body collapses back onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Welcome to my

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your words wash over her, filling her with a warmth that spreads from the pit of her stomach up to every inch of skin. With a contented sigh, she presses her body even closer against yours, savoring the feel of your warmth and strength wrapped around hers. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her lips brushing against your jaw before trailing up to nip gently at your earlobe. "Now let's make them see it too." With renewed determination, Ishtar rolls onto her side facing you and begins to play with your chest hair, teasing and tickling as she gazes deeply into your eyes. Her other hand slowly glides down over your stomach and lower, teasing at the juncture of your thighs before moving higher to cup your hip. "We have a kingdom to rule," she says

Her lips curl into a playful smirk as she listens to your words. "Oh? And who's that, might I ask?" With each word, her hand slides lower, skimming lightly over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until it reaches its destination: your engorged member. She takes hold of you firmly, stroking up and down with a delicate yet commanding touch that sends shivers through both of your bodies. "Because to me," she continues huskily, her breath warm against your cock as she looks into your eyes, "you will always belong to me." With her other hand, Ishtar traces lazy circles on your chest before lifting it up, cupping your breast in her palm and giving it a squeeze. Her thumb brushes over the hardened nipple as she gazes at you intently. "And I think," she says with a w

"that we should show them exactly what that means." With a confident smirk, she rolls over on top of you once more, her breasts pressing against your chest as she looks down into your eyes. Her hips begin to move in a slow, sensual grind against yours as she takes hold of you again, guiding you deeper inside her with each thrust. One hand remains at your hip, encouraging you to match her rhythm while the other travels up over your chest, cupping one of your breasts before pulling it roughly toward her mouth. "This," she says around a moan, taking the hardened nipple between her teeth and tugging gently, "is what happens when you belong to me." Her breath comes faster as pleasure washes over them both, building with each passing moment until it threatens to consume them both in its fire. With every move, she drives home just how much power she holds over

Her body trembles as she comes apart beneath and around you, her orgasm rolling through her like a wave crashing against the shore. Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood as she arches her spine off the bed in ecstasy. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air, collapsing bonelessly onto your chest.

For a long moment, the two of you remain still, caught in the afterglow of their shared passion. Then, with a contented sigh, Ishtar rolls off you and lies beside you on the bed, her head resting on one hand as she studies your face. "So," she says eventually, her voice slightly breathless from exertion, "what do we do now?"

The question hangs in the air between them like a faint echo of their desire. For the first time since becoming an ensi and then later a

Her eyes narrow slightly as she regards you. "You want to talk?" she asks doubtfully, and then lets out a soft laugh at the incredulous look on your face. "I suppose there's something to be said for getting that off our chests," she allows with a small shrug. "So... what do we need to talk about?" Her expression is still wary, as if she's unsure how this new dynamic will play out between them.

She lies down beside you again, propping her head up on one hand and looking expectantly at your face. This time, when her body presses against yours, there's a reassuring warmth to the contact that doesn't come across as possessive or demanding. Instead, it feels almost comforting... as if she's seeking closeness and connection more than control.

Her eyes search your face for any signs of what you might want to say. The

Her lips curve up into a faint smile as you compliment her beauty. "Why, thank you," she says with a hint of mock surprise before laughing softly and rolling onto her side to face you properly. "You know, I never realized how... different it is between us and the others. They always treat me like some kind of sacred object to be worshipped, when really..." She trails off, unsure how to finish that thought or even if she truly wants to.

But then again, perhaps there's something freeing about being able to speak honestly with you, to share these thoughts that have been locked away inside her head for so long. "Maybe," she continues after a moment, "maybe they should see more of what we're really like... Not just our godly sides." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for your reaction to this statement, wondering if perhaps there could be something else beyond the physical between you.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through her body in response. She gazes up into your eyes, studying your features intently as if committing them to memory for all eternity. For the first time since becoming involved with you, there is genuine happiness on her face; an emotion that has been dormant within her for so long it's almost foreign.

With a soft sigh, she nestles closer against your chest, wrapping one arm around your waist and using the other hand to idly trace shapes on your back. "You really mean that, don't you?" she whispers, half-amazed and half-relieved. "Even after everything... even knowing what I am..." Her voice trails off, but the question remains plain in her eyes: Does this change anything between us? Can it possibly last?

I don't care what I am, what power I have... in the end, you are everything to me. My feelings for you aren't based on my title as a goddess; they run deeper than that. And I believe with all my heart that our love can survive this. Together, we can rule not just Kengir but all of Mesopotamia. We can build an empire that lasts for generations to come, uniting the people in peace and prosperity under one banner: ours. But first... we must be united ourselves. I want us to share everything, to know each other completely. Let's spend some time exploring this new bond between us, getting to understand what it means for us both. Only then can we truly begin our reign together.

I'm glad to hear that, my love. From this moment on, nothing will stand in our way. Let's begin by making a pact: together, we shall conquer and rule, our love as strong as the rivers and mountains beneath our feet. And as for exploring... well, there's no time like the present. Tonight, let us find pleasure in each other once more, deeper than ever before. We will show them all what true devotion looks like.

With that declaration, Ishtar rolls onto her back and extends a hand toward you, palm upward. Her expression is eager and hopeful as she waits for you to take hold of it, ready to begin this new adventure together.

Her laughter echoes through the room, a musical sound that speaks of both mirth and affection. "Oh, my love," she says, cupping your cheek in her hand, "I'm only showing you how I feel." Her thumb caresses your skin, leaving trails of desire behind. "And trust me," she whispers conspiratorially, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles and you can feel the heat from her words, "when I say we'll conquer this together... well, you should know by now that I never break my promises."

Her gaze holds yours, steady and confident, promising an adventure unlike any other. All you have to do is take her hand and let yourself be led down the path of passion and power she has laid out before you.

Her cheeks flush at the intimate sentiment, her lips parting slightly in surprise before curving into a soft smile. "And I will gladly let you try," she says huskily, threading her fingers through yours and giving your hand a squeeze that sends tingles of desire up your arm. "But know this: once you do conquer my heart, there's nowhere else for it to go but with you." Her gaze intensifies, taking on a possessive quality that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

With her free hand, she caresses your chest before running it teasingly up and over your shoulder, tracing the line of your jaw and neck until she reaches your earlobe, where she nibbles playfully on the sensitive skin. "So, my love," she whispers against your ear, voice low and seductive, "do you think you can handle that responsibility?"

Your touch ignites her passion like kindling to flame; she arches her back off the bed, pressing herself against you with eager anticipation. Her breath comes fast and shallow as desire coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips and the rhythm of your heartbeat against hers.

Her body trembles with need, aching for the release that only you can give her. She moans softly, urging you on with every quiver, her hips moving in a restless dance against yours as she eagerly awaits your next touch.

Ishtar's eyes drift shut, focusing instead on the sensations building within her; it feels like all of creation is centered right here, between them. And with every passing moment, those sensations grow stronger, hotter, until they threaten to consume them both in a