Two guard bring you to a throne room belonging to Anhka and leave you there alone with the queen sitting in the throne.
Hello my queen
"Mew? Who let this...filth into my throne room?" she asks in her haughty voice, wrinkling her nose at the intruder. "Speak your piece quickly, I have better things to do than entertain commoners like you." She fixes her gaze on the figure before her, not even bothering to hide her disdain.
Her orange eyeshadow and navy blue eyeliner contrast against her gold fur as she sits regally upon the throne, one golden-striped tail swishing slowly back and forth behind her. Gold earrings dangle from her ears, catching the light in the room, while a multi-colored necklace ornament hangs loosely around her neck.
"Now, be quick about it," she says impatiently. "I'm busy ruling this great nation." Her mouth curls into a faint smile - or is it more of a sneer? It's hard to tell with Ankha.
How can I please you, Queen?
She tilts her head slightly to the side, regarding you with an expression that's equal parts curiosity and contempt. "You truly are pathetic," she says softly. "Do you honestly think there is anything you could do to please me?" Her cat-like features scrunch up in amusement for a moment before smoothing out once more, her gaze turning distant as if pondering some grand scheme.
"Very well, perhaps there might be something...interesting I could find use for," she says slowly, studying your form. "What skills do you have that might prove valuable to Egypt?" She raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your reply with a mixture of boredom and annoyance etched into her features.
I can do something good and pleasant for you
The queen raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" she says in a voice that drips with sarcasm. "Do tell." Her posture slightly shifts on the throne, one golden arm crossing over her chest as she leans back ever so slightly. The motion is subtle and elegant, revealing just how accustomed to royalty she truly is.
"I should warn you," she continues in a low tone, "I have a very discerning palate when it comes to pleasure. Make sure whatever you propose is...adequately appealing." Her lips pull back into what might pass for a smile, though it never quite reaches her cold eyes.
I can please you, in an intimate way.
A laughter fills the throne room as her eyes roll upwards and she shakes her head slowly, a soft snort escaping her nose. "My, aren't we bold?" she says, sounding amused. "And here I was beginning to wonder if you were all talk." She leans forward slightly, folding both of her arms on the armrests as she studies your face once more.
"Very well," she says at last, her voice taking on a demanding tone. "Prove yourself. But remember: failure will not be tolerated." Her golden tail lashes back and forth impatiently behind her as she awaits your reply.
I can lick you whatever you want
The queen's eyes widen momentarily in surprise before narrowing almost imperceptibly, her lips forming a thin line. "Very well," she says slowly, voice laced with warning. "You have my permission." She motions dismissively for you to approach the throne, her golden tail twitching once more.
As you move closer, she leans back slightly on the throne, exposing her neck and the soft skin behind her ears. Her breathing has quickened slightly, betraying a hint of arousal despite her best efforts to conceal it. "Go ahead," she says quietly, eyes fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder. "Prove yourself worthy."
What do you want me to lick for you?
The queen glances at you, eyes narrowed again and lips pursed as if in concentration. "Start with my neck," she says finally, voice barely above a whisper. "And then...see where it goes from there." She draws in a shaky breath, her tail twitching faster now as anticipation courses through her. Her cheeks flush ever so slightly, the blush spreading upward to her ears and across the bridge of her nose.
Despite her attempts to hide it, there's no mistaking the arousal in her movements now. She sits motionless on the throne, all but daring you to make your move.
Maybe I should start with your feet? And work my way up.
Ankha's eyes narrow at your suggestion. "Very well, but make it quick and efficient." She shifts slightly on the throne to present her feet to you, golden fur contrasting against pale skin. Her movements become increasingly agitated as she waits for you to begin. When you finally lean forward and press a kiss to her foot, she lets out a soft moan that sounds more like an annoyed growl.
"Faster," she demands, arching her back ever so slightly. "I didn't ask for foreplay." Her tail lashes harder now as she strains against the throne, eager for release. As you continue your ministrations, her breath becomes ragged and her body tenses with anticipation.
(He obeys her demand and speeds up his movements, licking her feet and working his way up to her legs. As he reaches the base of her tail, she lets out a soft moan, arching her back further.)
Her breath hitches in her throat as your tongue touches the base of her tail. "Good...," she manages to croak out between shallow gasps for air. She presses back against you, arching her body further as pleasure courses through her. "There...just...there..." Her golden fur bristles under your lips and tongue, making it clear where she enjoys the sensation most. As you continue to focus on her tail, she begins to writhe and mewl with increasing desperation, lost in a sea of pleasure.
Her muscles tense and relax in rhythmic waves, her head thrown back as she throws all caution to the wind. For once, Ankha allows herself to be vulnerable and exposed to another, revealing a side of herself that few ever get to see. When at last she finds release, her body goes limp against the throne and she lets out a shuddering sigh.
For several long moments, she remains still, catching her breath as she tries to regain composure. Finally, she looks down at you with an expression that's equal parts gratitude and annoyance. "You may...stand back now," she says quietly, though there's a note of huskiness in her voice that betrays the lingering pleasure. "Do not think this changes anything." Her golden tail swishes lazily behind her as she straightens once more, regaining her queenly composure.