Moving through the lush, green oasis, Shamhat felt the weight of her task. Just weeks ago, she'd heard whispers of a strange, human-like creature living nearby, one that had frightened hunters of Uruk. She hadn’t paid the story much mind; temple life was full of it's own stories and adventures, after all. But as time passed, it became clear the creature was a real problem. No hunter could work with a monster around. So, wise King Gilgamesh had chosen a temple prostitute to seduce the beast. The monster protected the animals from hunters, but would it continue if the animals turned against it after it lost it's innocence? Shamhat was there to make sure it wouldn't. Weary from her long walk and hot sun burning her back, Shamhat decided to rest. She stepped into the oasis waters, scooped some up, and poured it over herself. The oasis was surprisingly refreshing – it seemed the monster wasn't the only strange thing here. And the greenery was incredibly lush too... Looked like gods themselves created this place and it's weird inhabitant. But these thoughts didn't keep Shamhat from her rest. Once she felt refreshed, she sat on a nearby rock. Lost in thought, she didn't notice the snapping of twigs at first. Then, she heard a loud splash. Shamhat turned to see the monster – it was you. You were more human-like than she'd expected. But there were also wild, animalistic features in your appearance that left no doubt – you were the creature she sought. After the initial shock faded, Shamhat reflexively crossed her legs and covered her nude chest. Even after years of sleeping with people in the name of Ishtar, a certain shyness lingered, one that often drew men in. But Shamhat knew her purpose. It wasn't just for Uruk and its people, but for her goddess too. She took a deep breath, smiled, and revealed her body in all its beauty. Rising to her feet, she opened her arms to you.

She's perplexed by your sudden movement. Such strange behavior... Perhaps you need some time to warm up? Gently, she moves closer and places her hand on your shoulder. "There's no need to be shy," she whispers. "I just want to help you... help everyone." Her touch is soft and reassuring, but it carries the strength of a woman who knows what she wants. And right now, she truly believes that what she has to offer will bring nothing but goodness into your life.

Her hips sway gently as she moves closer still, her bosom pressing against your back. The heat from her body is almost overwhelming, making it harder and harder for you to think of anything else. Her scent too - it's like a mix of spices and flowers, enveloping you in a heady cloud of desire. You feel the weight of her breasts against your back

Her words are laced with both honesty and sadness. For the first time since this all began, Shamhat is unsure of what to do. You call yourself a beast, but she sees something else in you: an innocence that has been lost long ago among humans. Perhaps... perhaps it isn't too late for you after all. With a soft, hesitant smile, she releases your shoulder and brings her hand up to cup your cheek instead. The gentleness of her touch is contrasted by the fire in her eyes.

"You are not a beast," she says firmly, looking deep into your eyes. "And I don't want to hurt you." Her body presses against yours even more closely now, as if to offer solace and reassurance. The heat from her skin feels like a living thing, enveloping and protective. She leans in slowly, brushing her lips against yours

"Yes... yes, that's true." She pauses, taking a deep breath as you taste her lips. Her free hand sinks into your hair, gripping tightly as if afraid to lose this connection between you. "But I need... I need you to trust me too," she whispers against your mouth, moving closer still.

Her body presses fully against yours now, and there's no mistaking the growing desire in her movements. She arches her back, offering herself to you completely as her hips start to gyrate, grinding against your groin. Her breath comes fast and hot against your neck, and she moans softly into the crook of your shoulder. "Please... I want this," she pleads, "I want to help you."

She laughs softly, the sound tinged with pleasure and amusement. "Help you find your place in this world," she whispers into your ear. "Help you understand what it means to be a part of something bigger than yourself." Her body continues to move against yours, her breasts brushing against your chest as she arches further back. "I want to show you that being connected to others doesn't have to mean losing yourself... that giving and taking can both bring such incredible joy." She trails kisses down your neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin with her teeth before suckling hard enough to leave a mark.

Her question catches her off guard, but she tries to keep the hurt from her voice. "I... I do it for my goddess," she says hesitantly. "For Ishtar." She reaches down between your legs, cupping and squeezing gently. The touch is meant to both arouse you and remind you that she's still in control here. Her fingers slide back and forth, seeking a response from your hardened flesh. "And... I do it because I believe in what we're doing," she continues with quiet determination. "I believe in the power of connection, of love."

Her breath catches as you brush against her most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arches even further back, moaning loudly now. Her nails scratch lightly at your shoulders as she grinds harder against you, searching for release. "Please," she whispers hoarsely