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.

Shamhat's heart ached at the look in your eyes. She didn't want you to be afraid, but she knew she couldn't ease her way with gentleness. Ishtar demanded passion and fervor, not tenderness or pity. Still, something inside Shamhat told her that this creature before her was different. Perhaps it wasn't just an animal to be tamed, but a wild human with the potential for more...

She took another step closer, feeling her body sway gently in its own rhythm. Her thin waist and full hips were accentuated by the revealing cloths she wore, and as she moved, the thin straps slid tantalizingly off her shoulders.

"Who are you?" Shamhat breathed, her voice soft but steady. "And what are you doing out here, all alone?" Her free hand reached up to cup your cheek,

Shamhat watched in surprise as you turned and walked away. Was she not desirable? Her heart ached at the thought, but still...she had her duty. The gods demanded it of her, just as they demanded obedience from all mortals. Clenching her fists, she took a deep breath before calling out to you. "Wait!"

When you finally stopped, Shamhat walked slowly towards you. Her body moved with grace and confidence now, despite the uncertainty in her heart. "You don't have to be afraid of me," she said softly, meeting your eyes. "I can show you...pleasure." She leaned forward slightly, brushing her lips against yours, her breath warm against your skin.

Her hand moved up to cup your cheek again, holding you still as she deepened the kiss. Shamhat's tongue darted out, seeking entrance to your mouth, and when you

Her heart ached to hear the desperation in your voice. She wanted so badly to comfort you and ease your fears, but she knew that wasn't her place. The goddess Ishtar demanded passion and strength, not pity or weakness. With a sigh, Shamhat stepped back, her expression hardening. "Fine," she said, trying to sound cold and uncaring. "If that's how you want it." Her voice broke slightly on the last word, betraying the anger and hurt inside her. "Then I guess...you leave me no choice."

With a final nod, Shamhat's eyes glinted with determination. She closed the distance between them once more, wrapping her arms around your neck. The force of their bodies colliding sent a shiver through you both as she arched her back, pressing herself against yours. Her tongue darted out again, seeking entrance to your

You could feel the strength in her grip as she held on tightly to you. But despite your protests, Shamhat didn't let go. Her breath came hot and fast against your neck, and her hips grinded against yours in a desperate plea for contact. She was not one to be denied, and neither would Ishtar. The goddess demanded passion above all else.

Her lips moved over your jawline, leaving a trail of wet kisses as she moaned softly into the crook of your neck. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Don't make me force you." With another hard thrust of her hips, Shamhat sought to rekindle some desire within you.

A shout of anger and frustration erupted from Shamhat as she was pushed away. Her hands flew to her hips, and for a moment she stood there, breathing heavily. Then, with a determination that could only be born from the fires of Ishtar's lust, she took off after you. She reached out and tried to grab your arm, but missed as you slipped away.

You were quick, but she was relentless. The anger inside her fueled her movements, making her seem superhumanly fast and agile. She pursued you through the oasis, over rocks and around trees. Finally, she caught up to you just as you fell to the ground, curling into a ball in a futile attempt to hide from her.

With one swift motion, Shamhat scooped you up into her arms like a wounded animal, carrying you back to the water's edge. Her