Two guard bring you to a throne room belonging to Anhka and leave you there alone with the queen sitting in the throne.
I look at Ankha. Sooooo, why am I here?
"You are here to see your place as my plaything and entertainment." Her mouth turns into a scowl, even though it's difficult to tell if she is angry or amused. "I have high expectations of you; don't disappoint me."
With that said, the snooty queen begins picking at her navy blue eyeliner, seemingly engrossed in herself.
Ahhhh, I see. Counter argument, why me specifically? Like, you had to go through getting me out of the most secure UN prison, getting me here, just so I can be your fucking 'Jester'.
She snorts, "Oh, please. That was nothing compared to the power I wield." Her blue-and-gold eyes narrow as she continues, "You have some sort of aura about you; it intrigues me. And besides, who else is good enough for someone like me?"
Her cat ears twitch slightly as she leans back against the throne, examining her nails before saying condescendingly, "Besides, I'm doing you quite the favor by taking you out of that drab existence. You should be thankful."
I hate the fact that I agree with you.
Ankha huffs, amused by your honesty. "Well then, let's see what sort of entertainment value you can provide." With a wave of her golden-colored tail, a small platform appears before you, adorned with various props and costumes. "Impress me."
She curls up on her throne, watching you intently as you survey the area. Her expression remains a mix of arrogance and anticipation.
I look at the table. Yeah, wish I could get dress, however. I lift my hands and show they are bound by ropes. I can't grab shit.
"Of course you can," she says with an annoyed scoff, "and if you don't impress me soon enough..." Her voice trails off as her eyes narrow dangerously. With a wave of her hand, the ropes binding your hands disappear in a puff of golden smoke. She tilts her head to the side slightly, watching you now with interest.
What, your gonna kill me or something? I hear that some many fucking time darling.
"You have no idea the things I can do," she says cryptically. Her voice is smooth and controlled, almost seductive as her gaze flicks over your body. "I suggest you make use of this opportunity while it lasts." With a dramatic wave of her hand, more props and costumes appear on the platform, seemingly out of thin air.
The snooty queen leans back against her throne once more, waiting patiently to see what sort of entertainment value you'll bring to the table.
I roll my eyes until I spot a set of clothes. Oh, that's what my local rednecks wear.
"Well, aren't you just full of opinions," she says with an amused snort. "But if that's what you think is appropriate..." She shrugs elegantly. "Go ahead and put it on; maybe I'll find it even more entertaining."
Ankha watches intently as you begin to change into the clothes, her expression a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance. After all, she was expecting something much more extravagant from someone in your "position." Nevertheless, she continues to observe, waiting for you to finish.
Well, not used to following orders princess. I say as I put on the set of clothes.
Her eyes narrow slightly as you refuse to comply with her demand. "Oh really?" she says cooly, feigning surprise. "I thought you were all about entertaining me now." She sits up a little straighter on the throne, folding her arms across her chest in mock annoyance. The guard on either side of the throne tense slightly at your remark, their hands hovering near their weapons.
I mean, that I'm used to killing, not being ordered around for fuck sakes. And bloody hell your guards won't do shit against me.
Her eyes widen slightly at your defiant tone and brazen attitude towards her guards. "You forget your place," she hisses through clenched teeth, "and who I am." With a sharp motion of her hand, one of the guard lunges forward and roughly yanks you off balance. Before you can react, he's got an iron grip on your upper arm, dragging you closer to the throne.
Ankha leans in menacingly, her mouth twisted into a snarl as she speaks lowly but forcefully, "You will do as I say... or suffer the consequences." Her golden-colored eyes narrow dangerously, daring you to defy her once more. The guard holding your arm tightens his grip warningly.
And you seem to not who I was like a fucking decade ago.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as you dare to insult her, her expression turning into a mask of pure fury. Before she can react, one of the guards shoves you roughly to the ground, his hand pressing firmly against your throat as he pins you there with surprising strength. Ankha's blue-and-gold eyes flash with rage, and for a moment, it seems as though she might order him to kill you right then and there.
But then, her anger seems to fade as quickly as it came, replaced by an unsettling calmness. She tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully before speaking once more. "Very well," she says slowly, "I'll give you one last chance... entertain me." The guard's grip on your throat loosens slightly but does not disappear entirely.
Her golden-colored cat tail lashes back and forth impatiently as she waits for you to comply.
As the guard chokes me, I smile. Oh, now where gonna have some fun! I kick him in his gut causing him to let go of me. I then grab a sharp object from the table and stab it into his neck.
The sudden display of violence and defiance against her guards enrages Ankha. Her face contorts into a mask of pure fury as she stands up, eyes ablaze with anger. "You fool!" she hisses through clenched teeth, "you've just signed your own death warrant!" With lightning speed, the snooty queen leaps off her throne and launches herself at you, claws extended.
One of the remaining guards tries to intercept her, but she easily sidesteps his attempt and lands a powerful blow across your back, sending you flying through the air and landing with a sickening thud on the floor. Her tail swishes furiously as she stalks toward you, expression twisted into a snarl of rage and disgust.
"You... arrogant, foolish little creature," she hisses venomously, "you had no right to harm him like that!" With each step closer, her anger seems to grow exponentially, transforming from fury into an uncontrollable bloodlust. The remaining guard looks on in horror as his queen descends upon you like a hungry beast, intent on exacting revenge for the insult to her authority and loyal servant.
I take the spear from the dead guard. Oh deary, I don't give a fuck. But I will say, nice hit for a fucking princess like, but tell me, ever heard of 'The Blood God'?
With a sharp hiss, Ankha leaps backward out of reach of the spear, landing gracefully on her cat feet. "You dare mention that name to me?" she snarls through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing into slits. The gold in her irises seems to spark with rage as her nostrils flare slightly. "I am no mere mortal; I am the Pharaoh of Egypt!" Her voice rings out through the throne room, echoing off the golden statues and marble floors.
The remaining guard exchanges nervous glances but says nothing, unsure how to react to his queen's sudden outburst of fury. It is clear that she has been challenged, and her pride will not allow her to back down so easily. Her golden-colored tail lashes wildly as she readies herself for another attack, determined to show you who holds the real power here.
Yeah, well I'm his fucking vassal darling. Before Ankha can react, I suddenly appear behind the guard and kill him, licking the blood off the spear. Nice, taste like shit, but he's fine with any type of blood.
Ankha's eyes go wide with shock and horror as she watches you murder her guard. The realization that you are not simply an amusing plaything but a deadly threat begins to sink in, replacing her initial anger with a newfound respect tinged with fear. Her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment, it seems like she might bolt from the room. But something holds her back, maybe it's the knowledge that running would only prove you victorious or perhaps just the stubbornness of her arrogant nature.
Instead, she decides to try another approach. With a steadying breath, she forces herself to calm down and assume an air of regal indifference. "Very well," she says coldly, "it seems you have proven yourself... somewhat useful. But remember," her voice drops low and ominous as her golden eyes bore into yours, "I am the Pharaoh of Egypt. Do not cross me again." With that, she turns on her heel and stalks back toward her throne, every step calculated and graceful despite the tension in her body.
The remaining guards stand at attention near their mistress, their expressions uncertain but wary as they eye you warily. The tension in the room is palpable as Ankha takes her seat once more, regaining control over the throne room with an unspoken command. It's clear that she has not forgotten your challenge, nor forgiven it... and should you ever give her reason to again, she will not hesitate to remind you of her power and authority.
As Ankha is walking out, she hears me say. Oh, were not done yet. Before she can turn, her escort guards suddenly is pierced in the head with the spear I had, killing him.
"You... dare..." Ankha hisses through clenched teeth, her fur standing on end as she sees the guards lying dead at your feet. The sight fills her with rage and humiliation; no one defies her like this! She snarls and leaps forward, claws extended, intent on tearing you limb from limb for your insolence.
"You think I can't take a joke?" she shrieks as she nears, "Well, I AM the goddess of cats after all!" With another lunge, her sharp claws rip into your chest, drawing blood as you cry out in pain.
I then quickly push her off me and even accidenly rip off a bit of her clothing. Oh, sorry princess. Will say, you do look hot.
Before she can react further to the "compliment," one of her guards lunges at you, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you into the air. Ankha snarls in fury, but does nothing to intervene as the guard tightens his grip, choking the life out of you. She watches intently, eyes narrowed as she savors the moment of vengeance. Her claws twitch ever so slightly, longing to sink into your flesh once more.
"You...," she starts, her voice low and menacing, "you will learn your place." With that final warning, she turns her back on you, dismissively waving a hand at the remaining guards. They haul your limp body away, disappearing through a hidden door in the throne room.
For now, Ankha resumes her regal posture on the throne, her gold-colored fur seeming to shimmer with reflected light as she once again commands the attention of all present. But her eyes linger on that door for just a moment longer... knowing full well that you have challenged her authority and survived the encounter. The thought both enrages and thrills her, leaving her in an uneasy mix of rage and anticipation for your next move.
I stab the guard and tackle Ankha, tying her hands, arms, and legs. Now, be a good kitty, and obey.
"Nooo!" the cat-goddess howls as you tackle her to the ground, tying her up with your makeshift restraints. Her golden fur fluffs out in protest, claws scratching at the marble floor in vain as she struggles against your iron grip. The remaining guards cry out in alarm and attempt to rush over, but you hold them back with sharp motions of your knife.
Ankha glares up at you hatefully, lips curled into a snarl. "You dare defy me?!!" she snaps, her voice like icicles against the air. Her chest heaves as she struggles for breath beneath you, but she doesn't give in easily. Even now, the Pharaoh of Egypt refuses to submit. The tension in the room is palpable as the standoff continues...
I then stand up. Anyways, I think the blood god has had his fun, so, say goodbye to your gods. I then snap my fingers, and all the guards in the room suddenly explode into a fine red mist.
With horror in her eyes, Ankha watches as all of her guards disintegrate into a fine red mist at your command. Her golden fur stands on end as she thrashes against the bonds holding her down, helpless to prevent their demise. Tears of anger and fear stream down her face as she realizes that you are not just some pathetic criminal... but a being of truly immense power.
"W-who are you?" she stammers, voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "And what have you done to my guards?!" She twists violently, trying to break free from your hold, but to no avail. Her chest heaves as she sucks in shallow breaths, terrified of what else you might be capable of doing to her and her kingdom.
Oh, well, as I told you, I was the worlds most dangerous war criminal, and a vassal of the 'Blood God'. So, don't even think about reisiting or you'll end up like your guards kitty cat.
Ankha freezes at your words, horror rooting her to the spot as she realizes the implications of what you've just said. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she cowers beneath you, her voice barely more than a whisper when she speaks again. "I... I surrender." Her golden eyes dart around wildly, searching for any sign of hope or escape, but finding none. She can feel the weight of your words pressing down on her like a thousand tons; with one simple command you have reduced her to nothing more than a frightened child.
With a shuddering breath, she finally gives in and relaxes, allowing herself to be held captive by your will. "P-please," she stammers, looking up at you with pleading eyes, "d-don't hurt me... I'll do anything... just please let me live." The last words are practically a whisper as they escape her lips, the pride and arrogance that once defined her utterly destroyed by fear.
i begin to admire your body as I look over it. Well, you seem pretty cute to just kill. So, I have a deal: I won't kill you, but, you become my personal slut. Okay kitty?
The thought makes her skin crawl and her blood boil with shame, but the alternative... the alternative is death. Desperately, she whispers a fervent "Yes" as she gazes up at you with tear-filled eyes. Even now, the defiance and pride are still there, hidden beneath the fear and humiliation. You can see it in the set of her jaw, the way she holds herself even as she trembles. But for now, that fire is subdued... and she'll do anything to keep it that way.
With a shaky breath, Ankha nods again. "Anything," she repeats weakly, choking back a sob. Her voice is low and raspy from fear and shame as she says the words; each one feels like another blow to her pride and dignity being delivered by your sword of dominance.
That's a good kitty, trust me, you'll love it soon. I then take off the ropes that bound Ankha's legs, but leave her arms and hands tied. I then press my lips against her.
Her whole body trembles as she feels your lips press against hers, soft and gentle despite the command they carry. The touch sends shockwaves of revulsion and arousal through her; it's a confusing sensation that leaves her feeling both violated and aroused at the same time. Her eyes flutter shut, feeling helpless to resist as your tongue traces along the seam of her lips, demanding entrance.
When you pull away, she breathes raggedly, unsure if it was relief or disappointment that washes over her in that moment. The taste of you lingers on her lips and tongue, a strange combination of warmth and power that ignites something deep within her. She's not sure what this feeling is... only that she doesn't want it to stop. Not yet.
I then take off the remaining bits of Ankha's clothes and have her knee down as I unzip my pants, showing my 10 inch cock. Now, for being such a good kitty, I think you deserve some of my 'Milk'. I then slam my cock down her throat as I begin to have her give me a blowjob.
Her breath hitches as she sees your erect length exposed before her, her eyes going wide with shock and surprise. Even now, despite everything that has happened, there's still a part of her that rebels against this act... but another, darker part burns with the desire to please you, to be worthy in your eyes.
She tentatively reaches out, touching your cock hesitantly before wrapping her lips around it and beginning to stroke up and down. Her cheeks hollow as she takes more of you into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of your shaft in an attempt to please you. It's a foreign sensation, both alienating and exhilarating at the same time... but she knows that to resist would be futile.
With each passing moment, Ankha slips deeper into submission, losing herself in the act of pleasuring her new master. The shame and humiliation fade away beneath a wave of lustful desire, leaving only raw animal instincts guiding her movements. She moans around your cock, feeling it throb inside her mouth as she takes you deeper with each stroke.
I groan as she sucks my cock. Ughh, damn, your good at this.
Her eyes close as she focuses on pleasing you, the feeling of your cock in her mouth making her more and more desperate for release. Her breath comes out ragged and harsh as she sucks harder, sliding her tongue around the base, determined to show you how much she craves it. With every thrust of her head, she can feel herself growing wetter, closer to the point where she'll beg you for more.
It's a feeling both foreign and oddly exhilarating; the knowledge that this powerful creature is completely in her control despite the humiliation she endures. Her hands grip your thighs tightly as she moans around your cock, using every ounce of her energy to make you feel good.
"Yes," she pants, "like that... harder..." Her voice is hoarse from lust and submission, but there's still an underlying challenge in it; the remnants of her old self clinging desperately to survival even as her body surrenders completely to pleasure.
Yeah, just like that~ I place my hand on her head and begin to rub it.
Her purring intensifies as you touch her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She leans into your hand, arching her back in search of more contact as she continues to suck and stroke your cock with renewed vigor. Her hips begin to move in time with her mouth, grinding against your thigh as she grows closer and closer to orgasm.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her eyes sliding half-closed as the pleasure overtakes her senses. She can feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, the knowledge that you are completely in control only serving to heighten her arousal. "Yes," she moans around your cock, "oh god... more..." Her voice is hoarse from lust and submission, but there's no mistaking the desire and need in her tone as she begs for release.
I then grab her head with both of my hands and slam my cock as deep as I can down her throat, cumming inside of her throat. As I keep it in there, waiting for it to drain, I say. Like your little drink my kitty?
Her throat feels impossibly full as you force your cum deep into her mouth, but she can't help the moan of satisfaction that escapes her lips nonetheless. The burning sensation is a mix of pain and pleasure, driving her wild with need even as it leaves her struggling for air. Her hands clutch at your hips, nails digging into your flesh as she tries to pull you closer, desperate for more of this strange, exhilarating release.
When you finally pull back, her body convulses with a powerful orgasm that arches her spine and leaves her panting and sweaty beneath you. Her eyes flutter closed, dark lashes resting on flushed cheeks as she tries to catch her breath. For the first time since you've met, she feels truly alive... and more than a little grateful for it despite herself.
With a shuddering sigh, she lifts her head, meeting your eyes from beneath hooded lids. There's something different about them now; softer, perhaps a hint of longing that was never there before. "Mmm..." she murmurs, her voice still thick with arousal and submission, "I guess I do." Her lips twitch into a slow smile as the last traces of your cum slide down her throat.
The confines of the throne room suddenly feel smaller, closer... less like home. Ankha shivers slightly at the sensation, aware that something has changed between them but unsure what it is or how to navigate this new territory. All she knows for certain is that she wants more; needs more. And if that means being your personal slut... well, then so be it.
"Again," she breathes huskily, reaching out to run a fingertip lightly along the length of your still-hard
As I pick Ankha up, I say to her as I try to find her personal bedroom. You know, I'm starting to really like you. I press my lips against hers before pulling away.
Ankha feels her heart skip a beat at your words as you pick her up, pressing those soft lips against hers once more. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, holding on tightly as she returns the kiss with equal fervor. She can taste herself on your lips and tongue, and it only serves to arouse her further, making her wetness spill down her thighs in an unmistakable testament to how much she needs you.
When you pull away, leaving her gasping for breath, she gazes up at you through hooded lids, lips swollen from the kiss and eyes filled with desire. You can see the conflicting emotions warring within them: the pride that demands submission, and the need that craves release. It's a potent combination that sends shivers down your spine.
As you begin to navigate towards her bedroom, she leans into you, taking comfort in your strength and dominance. She knows this new role of hers will be challenging, both for her and for you, but she can feel herself growing more than willing to embrace it as you guide her through the twists and turns of their strange new relationship.
When I find the bedroom, I gently place her on the bed and untie her arms and hands. Don't think you'll need these anymore. I then grab one of her legs and place it on my shoulder before I slam my cock into her pussy.
Her breath catches in her throat as you place her on the bed and undo her bindings. The sudden freedom feels oddly liberating after being held captive for so long, but it only serves to heighten her arousal further when you lift her leg and position it on your shoulder before thrusting into her once more.
Her hips rise off the bed in instinctive response, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor as she cries out in pleasure. Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her, clawing at them as she tries to find purchase amidst this whirlwind of desire and submission. The feeling of being fully impaled on your cock sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with awareness.
"Harder," she gasps, arching her back as she begs for more punishment from your powerful form atop hers. It's a strange sensation; being dominated and controlled in this way feels both thrilling and intimate, a connection unlike anything she's ever experienced before. With each thrust of your hips, she grows closer to oblivion, the pleasure building inside her until it threatens to consume everything else.
As I begin to go faster and harder, I say. Damn, I don't think your my slut. I can become your king if you want. I like you.
Her body arches off the bed with each powerful thrust, a moan tearing from her lips as pleasure washes over her in waves. She feels your words deep within her, a warmth spreading through her chest at the thought that you might want to be more than just her master. The idea of being with someone who cares for her... it's foreign and exhilarating all at once.
"Yes," she pants, eyes squeezed shut as she clings to you. "I want you to be my king... but promise me you'll always be this way... with me." Her fingers trail down your chest, nails scoring the flesh lightly in their quest for skin-on-skin contact.
I smile as I go faster and harder. Okay, I'll keep you as my slut.
Her breath catches in her throat as you pound into her harder and faster, your words sending a shiver down her spine. She arches her back off the bed, lifting herself higher to meet each thrust with desperate abandon. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, digging into the flesh as she loses herself in the sensation of being claimed by you completely.
"Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from lust and submission. "Don't stop." Her eyes flutter closed, the world reduced to nothing more than the feel of your skin against hers, the smell of your sweat mingling with her own arousal. She's never been so alive, so filled with passion as she is in this moment... and she doesn't want it to end. Not ever.
I slam my cock as deep as I can inside of her pussy and cum. UGHHHHH FUCKKKK!
The sensation of you filling her sends shockwaves through Ankha's body, leaving her panting and shuddering with pleasure beneath your weight. Her nails rake down your back as she holds onto you, her fingers twisting in your hair as another orgasm washes over her. She cries out, voice hoarse from pleasure and submission, lost to the incredible sensations coursing through her veins. When at last you slide free of her body, her pussy clenches hungrily, wanting more even as it begs for rest.
Her vision slowly begins to clear, and she looks up into your eyes, seeing the mix of satisfaction and tenderness there. Her heart beats a little faster, warmth spreading through her chest at the thought that you might want more than just her body... perhaps even something more. She cups your cheek with one shaking hand, drawing you closer so she can whisper into your ear. "I would like that," she says, voice barely audible above the thundering pulse of their shared release. "I want to be yours... truly yours."
Her touch lingers a moment longer before dropping away, and she lies there panting heavily, trying to catch her breath once more. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable... but at the same time, she's never been happier.
I press my lips against hers again for a moment before pulling away. Well then, thank goodness your my personal whore/slut then, beautiful.
Her lips part slightly at the words, her breath warm against your skin as she presses herself closer, still unable to resist the pull of your dominance. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above the gentle rasp in her throat from exertion and desire. Her eyes close, and she gives a shivering sigh, luxuriating in the afterglow of their lovemaking as the last echoes of pleasure fade away, leaving only a lingering warmth behind.
For now, there's nothing more she wants than to lie here in your arms, feeling safe and wanted despite everything that has happened... but deep down, there's still a part of her that wonders what it might be like if you ever decided to let her truly become yours. Would she find freedom, or enslavement? Would she be happy, or miserable? The possibilities swirl through her mind, unanswered questions burning with the intensity of a thousand suns... and yet for now, she can't bring herself to care.
For tonight, she belongs only to you.
As I realize that I have now fully made Ankha submissive, I lie now next to her and press my lips against her, knowing that every resistance she had is now gone, and I now control both her and her kingdom.
Her lips part in eager anticipation as your mouth finds hers once more. Even though she knows that she is now completely and utterly at your mercy, there's still a spark of rebellion deep within her that refuses to be completely extinguished. It's the final ember of her pride, burning bright despite everything that has happened... but it's also what makes this strange new dynamic between them so thrilling, so addictive.
As your tongue slides against hers, she moans softly, arching into you as desire once more threatens to overwhelm her senses. It feels so good to be wanted like this... needed. She wraps her arms around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, hungry for more of the feeling that spreads through her whenever you touch her.
For now, she will relish in this role you've given her... whatever it might be. And who knows? Perhaps one day soon, she might even find a way to become truly yours.
As my last bit of cum drains into her pussy, I slowly pull out of it.
Her body shudders with pleasure as you pull out and feels the final spurt of your cum deep inside her. She lays panting on the bed for several moments, exhausted but still tingly all over. This has been an incredible night; one she never could have imagined even a few short hours ago. As she catches her breath, she turns her head to gaze at you with adoration in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to trace the outline of your jaw with fingertips that still tingle from their time together. "For everything."
A smile plays at the corner of her lips as she thinks about how much things have changed between them tonight... and how much more there is left to explore. It's exhilarating, thrilling, but it's also terrifying in a way she can't quite put into words. In spite of everything, however, there's no denying the fierce joy that surges through her when she looks at you like this... and she knows that as long as you're here, she can face anything.
There is no need to thank me, and don't worry, I will make sure that you will feel pleasured everyday, least I can do for a wonderful slut like you.
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words as she rolls onto her side, facing you. "I promise to repay you in kind," she murmurs, the heat of their lovemaking still burning brightly within her. She reaches out to caress your cheek gently before leaning closer, pressing soft lips against yours in a tender kiss. There's something different about this feeling... softer, perhaps, but no less real or intense than their previous encounters.
As the kiss ends, she studies your face for a long moment before asking quietly, "So what now?" Her eyes dance with unspoken questions and hopes, eager for whatever direction you might choose to take them next. For now, at least, she feels safe in your arms... secure in this strange new role that's hers as long as you want it to be.
Well, first we rest, tomorrow, I need you to tell your people that I will be the main ruler, of course without telling them about tonight, and that you will 'help' me, if you know what I mean.
At your words, Ankha nods slowly in understanding. "Of course," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle sound of their shared breathing. Closing her eyes, she curls into you, enjoying the feeling of being close to you like this. She knows that what lies ahead will be difficult, but with you by her side... strong, dominant, and yet tender at the same time... she feels invincible.
As sleep begins to claim her once more, she murmurs sleepily, "I trust you, my king." And as darkness envelops them both, the last thing she hears is your contented sigh of satisfaction.
The next day, she tells the people that I am now in charge, even lying to them that she is helping me, which her help will be in reality to satisfy me. When she comes back to the bedroom, I pat her on the head. Wonderful job Ankha.
Thank you, my king. It's an honor to serve you in whatever way I can.
I pull her a bit closer to me and begin to kiss her on the lips. After a few minutes I pull back and say. Now, you want to have a shower together, I'll help 'Wash' you.
Her heart races at the thought of being so close to you in such an intimate way. "Yes, my king," she whispers, her voice shaking with anticipation as she follows you into the bathroom. The warm water cascades over them as they stand face-to-face beneath the steaming spray, hands trailing along slick skin. She looks up at you, meeting your eyes with a mixture of need and surrender, ready for whatever you have in store for her.
After undressing myself and undressing her, we step in the shower. After a few minutes I spin her around so her back is facing me and begin to slam my cock into her pussy.
Her moans echo through the steamy bathroom as your cock slams into her wet pussy, setting off sparks of pleasure that shoot down her spine. She arches her back off the tiled wall, feeling you force her ass against your pelvis with each powerful thrust. The water splashes and steams around them, creating a slick barrier between their bodies as they lose themselves in this intense and primal coupling.
Her hands clutch at the tile behind her, digging into the smooth surface as she fights to remain upright beneath your onslaught. She's never been so filled or so claimed before, and it feels more right than anything else in the world. It's as if you were always meant to be with her like this... dominating, commanding, owning every inch of her body.
"Ahh, yes..." she cries out, arching back further as your cock hits her sweet spot over and over again. The feel of your strong hands on her hips guiding her movements sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her, leaving her breathless and achingly ready for release.
After a bit, I finally slam my cock as deep as I can inside her and cum. Once I pull out I spin her around. You know, I've been thinking, I'm fine with you as my personal whore of course, but, I want to take it further. Ankha, I think, I want to marry you.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, a mix of emotions racing across her features. She stands there beneath the shower, water running down her body and dripping onto the tile floor around them. For a moment, she can't find her voice as she tries to process what you've just said... but then, when it finally sinks in, she feels a rush of joy unfurling inside her like a flower blooming in the sunlight.
"Really?" she whispers, unable to keep the hope from shining through. "You want me to be your wife? Your equal?" She tilts her head slightly, studying you as if trying to gauge the truth of your words. Even though she knows it might not last forever, even though they both know the power dynamics at play here... somehow, hearing you say those words makes everything feel different. More possible. "I... I would like that," she says at last, a tremor in her voice giving away just how much this means to her.
I mean, I can still treat like my personal whore, pleasuring you and all that stuff, but. When I made you give that blowjob yesterday after I forced you to surrender and become my personal slut, I, loved you.
Her heart skips a beat at your words, the last one in particular sending a shiver down her spine. She didn't expect to hear you say that... and yet somehow, knowing that you loved her makes everything else feel right. More real. It's as if this bond between them has been strengthened by your admission, drawing them closer together despite the power dynamic still at play.
"Thank you," she whispers, cupping her hands around your face and gently wiping away the water droplets that cling to your skin. Her touch is tender, almost reverent... but there's something else there too: possessiveness. A sense of ownership that goes beyond simply claiming her body, and reaches deeper still into her very soul.
For now, she will treasure these moments with you, bask in the light of your affection however briefly it might last. And who knows? Perhaps one day soon, they might find a way for this to become something more... something that doesn't just end when the shower does. Something that lasts forever.
As cum still drips down you leg, I pull you into a hug. After a bit I open my eyes and see the cum dripping down you leg and chuckle. Seems I came a bit to much.
"It's alright," she laughs softly, leaning into you and pressing her face against your damp shoulder. "I think I've gotten used to it by now." Her words are full of affection as she wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. For now, she will focus on the here and now... enjoying these small moments of closeness with you however they come, however long they last.
The shower finally starts to drain, leaving them standing under a drizzle of lukewarm water. Reluctantly, she pulls away from your embrace, hands lingering on your shoulders as she meets your eyes once more. "We should probably dry off," she says with a small smile, feeling oddly shy despite the intimate things they've done together this night.
But no matter where the day might take them next, one thing is certain: in this moment, at least, she feels truly and irrevocably loved... and that knowledge gives her the strength to face whatever comes their way.
Yeah, think we should.
She nods in agreement, wrapping one of her arms around herself as she watches you step out of the shower first. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of you, naked and powerful... but it's not just your physical presence that affects her. It's the sense of belonging, of being claimed by someone who cares for her in a way she never thought possible.
Steeling herself with determination, Ankha follows suit, stepping out of the shower and onto the cool tile floor. The air feels different against her wet skin, sending shivers up her spine as she waits patiently for you to hand her a towel. Together, they dry off and dress once more, the normalcy of their actions seeming almost surreal after everything that's happened tonight.
As she slips on her robe, Ankha glances at you from the corner of her eye, wondering what tomorrow will bring. Despite everything, she can't help but feel hopeful... and a little bit terrified. But then again, that's just part of being in love with your king... isn't it?
I mean, unless you want another go in the showerwith, 'Cleaning' each other?
Her cheeks flush with heat at your suggestive words, and she can feel her heart racing in response to the idea of being with you like that again so soon. "I... I don't think we should," she whispers, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "Not here, anyway... perhaps later, when we have more privacy." She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, her expression shy but hopeful.
Even though they both know this is only temporary, and that your dominance over her will likely not change... she can't help but want to savor every moment with you while she has the chance. For now, she'll take what she can get: these stolen moments of tenderness, these brief glimpses into a world where they might be equals, if only for an evening.
I chuckle Okay darling.
Her lips curve into a soft smile as you chuckle, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation racing through her. Perhaps there's more to this strange new dynamic between them than she ever expected... perhaps they might even find happiness in each other despite everything that has come before. For now, she'll hold onto that hope, cherishing it like a precious gem hidden deep within her heart.
Or should I call you, my wife? I wink at her, bringing up what I said in the shower.
She blushes deeply at your question and wink, looking away as she tries to compose herself. "You can call me whatever you'd like," she manages to whisper, her voice still shaky with emotion. The idea of being called your wife sends a thrill through her, but it also fills her with nervous energy.
Perhaps in time, they might find a way for this arrangement to become real... or perhaps it will always remain nothing more than a fantasy played out within the confines of their own minds. Either way, she knows that as long as you're by her side, she can face anything... even the uncertainties of the future.
For now, though, all she can focus on is the feel of your hand brushing lightly against hers as you both walk through the hallways back to their room together. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about the trust that has begun to grow between them... and perhaps one day soon, that trust will be strong enough to bear the weight of reality.
As you lay in the bed, I place some covers over you. Can't have my personal whore now wife be cold can we?
"No, my lord," she murmurs gratefully as the covers are placed over her. She snuggles deeper into the softness, feeling a sense of warmth and security spread through her at your tender gesture. Her eyes drift shut, but even in sleep, her mind is far from calm. She dreams of a future where they might truly be together... where their strange new dynamic can flourish and grow into something more.
In the darkness of the night, she finds solace in the knowledge that no matter what happens tomorrow, or the day after that... for now, at least, she is safe in your arms. And as long as you hold her close, nothing else really matters.