Two guard bring you to a throne room belonging to Anhka and leave you there alone with the queen sitting in the throne.

The two guards escorted you to the grand throne room where their queen, Ankha herself, sat upon her gold-plated throne. As they shut the doors behind you, you could feel their presence fade into the background. You took a moment to take in your surroundings. The walls were adorned with paintings and hieroglyphs depicting the greatness of Egypt's past, while soft golden light filtered through stained-glass windows above. In the center of it all sat Ankha herself, her regal bearing immediately commanding your attention.

Her fur gleamed like gold in the dim light, and she wore a white dress that accentuated her graceful feline features. Around her neck hung an intricate multi-colored necklace ornament, its beads catching the light as it swayed gently when she breathed. Her blue bob cut hair with gold colored stripes was immaculately arranged, and orange eyeshadow emphasized her piercing navy blue eyeliner in the style of Egyptian royalty. The large black pupils of her sapphire eyes seemed to stare right through you as she surveyed you from head to toe. You couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by her intense gaze.

Her mouth was curved into a scowl even when she was not speaking, which made it difficult to tell if she was truly happy or angry. A golden colored cat tail with dark blue stripes swayed gently behind her as she sat on the throne like a queen surveying her domain. As you stood there uncertainly, wondering what Ankha's intentions were for bringing you here, a small mew escaped your lips unbidden.

Ankha's ears perked up at the sound, and she regarded you with renewed interest.

"Because," she said haughtily, "I wanted to see what kind of creature dared to trespass upon my lands." Her tone was condescending and cold as ice. "And now that I have seen you, I must admit that you don't quite measure up." A faint sneer played at the corner of her lips.

You swallowed hard, feeling a sting in your pride. Ankha continued to regard you with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Perhaps," she mused aloud, "there is some way for you to prove yourself useful...?" Her voice trailed off expectantly, as if daring you to make an offer or beg for her approval.

"Oh," she drawled dismissively, "you know... Servant material perhaps?" The orange eyeshadow on her lids glittered mockingly as she raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "It seems that your strength and skill would be put to better use serving me rather than wandering about aimlessly." She turned away from you for a moment, fiddling with the chain of her necklace as if idly considering the offer.

You felt a hot flush rise to your cheeks at her words. Was she serious? Did she really think you were just some lowly peon fit only for menial tasks and fetching her things? The thought infuriated you, yet despite yourself, a small part of you found it hard not to feel the slightest bit flattered by her attention.

Finally, Ankha turned back to face you once more. "Well?" she prompted impatiently, tapping one delicate gold-colored claw against the armrest of her throne. "What do you say? Are you interested in serving me?" Her eyes glittered with what might have been amusement or challenge... or both.

Ankha raised an elegant eyebrow at your question, her expression unreadable as she contemplated how best to respond. After a moment's pause, she leaned forward in her throne and fixed you with a cold, steady gaze. "What do you think I would need served to me?" she asked icily. "I am the queen of all that I survey here. Do you truly expect me to attend to my own every whim and desire? It is beneath me." The smug tone in her voice only served to further annoy you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could speak, she cut you off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Never mind," she said curtly. "If you are not interested in serving me, then there is no reason for us to continue this conversation." She turned her attention back to the ornate golden scepter resting on her lap, twirling it idly between her fingers as if bored.

A long, tense silence filled the room as you stood there uncertainly. Should you apologize and beg for forgiveness? Or stand your ground and risk angering this powerful feline queen further? In truth, either option held equal parts danger and uncertainty. As you hesitated, Ankha's gaze slowly drifted upwards, studying the golden tapestries above her.

Finally, she spoke again, her tone almost mockingly gentle. "I suppose I could find some use for someone of your... unique skillset," she allowed grudgingly. But before you had a chance to interpret what exactly that meant, she continued: "However, I will need proof of your loyalty first." Her smile was anything but reassuring.

"Very well," Ankha replied, her voice still cool but with an undeniable hint of interest now. "I will give you a task to prove your loyalty." She leaned back in her throne once more, regarding you with renewed curiosity. "You see that golden statue on the pedestal over there?" she asked, gesturing gracefully towards a corner of the room where a large golden statue depicting one of Egypt's greatest pharaohs stood proudly.

"Your task," she continued, her voice taking on a more demanding tone, "is to remove it from its current resting place and bring it here to me." Her expression was unreadable as she watched you closely for your reaction. She made it sound so easy... but anyone who had seen the statue knew that it weighed several tons and was anchored firmly into the marble floor.

"If you are able to complete this task," Ankha continued, "then I may consider allowing you to serve me." Her tone suggested that she wasn't promising anything. You swallowed hard; this challenge would not be easy, but refusing it might cost you any chance of serving her. What choice did you have?

Ankha studied your face as you approached the massive golden statue at her command. She waited with bated breath to see if you were capable of fulfilling this task she had set before you. When you finally reached it, she could hardly believe her eyes; you managed to pick up the several-ton colossus with ease and carry it all the way across the throne room without breaking a sweat! Her expression remained unreadable as you deposited the statue right at her feet.

"Impressive," she whispered at last, not quite able to hide the surprise in her voice. She leaned forward once more, inspecting your features carefully. "I must admit that I had my doubts," she admitted grudgingly, a hint of admiration creeping into her tone. "You have proven yourself useful after all... perhaps you will make a worthy addition to my court."

Her eyes flicked back up towards the statue at her feet. For a moment, they seemed distant, as if she was thinking about something else entirely. Then, just as quickly, she returned her attention back to you. "Welcome," she said at last, her voice cool but no longer ice-cold. "You may begin your service now." A faint smile curved the edges of her lips, revealing teeth that were both sharp and sparkling white beneath perfect ruby red lips.

"There are some minor tasks I need attended to immediately," she continued, gesturing towards a small door set into the back of the throne room. "Why don't you see what I require?" Her tone held an implied threat; disobey her now, and it would be the end of your chances with her... but obey, and perhaps there was hope for something more.

Ankha tilted her head slightly, regarding you with renewed interest. "I don't see why not," she replied coolly, a hint of amusement in her voice. "After all, I cannot be expected to attend to such mundane tasks myself." She rose gracefully from the throne, her movements fluid and feline as she stalked across the room towards the door you had been indicating. "Come," she said simply, gesturing for you to follow.

You hesitated a moment before falling into step behind her, unsure of what exactly was expected of you but determined not to disappoint. As you passed through the small door and into a winding corridor lit by flickering torchlight, Ankha led the way with an air of regal self-importance that left no doubt as to who was in charge here.

The farther they traveled from the throne room, the more your curiosity got the better of you. You couldn't help but wonder what sort of tasks she had planned for you... and whether or not they would give you any insight into her true nature beneath all that arrogance and superiority.

Ankha paused in the act of removing her ornate golden necklace and glanced over her shoulder at you, eyes narrowed. She regarded you silently for a moment before finally speaking. "You may lower your hands," she said simply, her voice taking on an amused tone. "I trust that you've seen enough women in the buff to know that I'm not some delicate flower who will wilt at your gaze."

Her body language relaxed slightly as she continued undressing, revealing a lithe, supple form that was almost cat-like in its grace. She shed her dress and undergarments with practiced ease, casually tossing them aside before stepping out of her golden sandals. "Now then," she said, turning around to face the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the closet door, "let's see if my physical condition is up to par."

Her focus shifted from you to her reflection in the mirror as she ran her hands over her body, inspecting every curve and muscle for signs of weakness. It was clear that she took great pride in her appearance and abilities, but there was also an undertone of vulnerability there... a glimmer of doubt that perhaps even she wasn't immune to the passage of time.

Ankha turned back to face you, her expression composed but her eyes glittering with anticipation. "You have proven yourself useful so far," she purred, taking a step closer. "It only seems fitting that I reward your loyalty appropriately." Her gaze drifted lazily downwards, noting the bulge in your pants with an unspoken promise of what was to come. "Let us see how well you can serve me in other areas," she added, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Without further ado, she reached out and took your hand, leading you over to the massive four-poster bed occupying one end of the room. The sheets were finely woven gold thread against a cream background, and soft blue pillows were arranged invitingly at its head. As Ankha pulled you down onto the bed beside her, she reached up to undo your clothing with graceful ease, revealing your bare skin to her hungry gaze.

"There's no need to be shy," she murmured huskily, running a finger lightly over your chest before moving lower to stroke the length of your erection. "I want you inside me... now." Her words were like a command, stripping away any pretense of modesty or politeness between the two of you. It was clear that Ankha expected you to obey her every whim and desire.

And so, as she arched her back invitingly and spread her legs wide, you found yourself unable to resist the temptation...

You climbed on top of her, aligning your hips with hers, and slowly lowered yourself inside her welcoming heat. Her walls gripped you tightly, milking your erection as if it were its own, sending shockwaves

As your thrusts increased in both speed and power, Ankha's expression remained mostly neutral, but her body betrayed her increasing arousal. She arched her back further, moaning softly as you hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within her. Her hips began to rise off the bed to meet each of your thrusts, her long legs wrapping around your waist in an attempt to anchor herself to you and feel even closer.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of trying not to cry out too loudly. She knew that if she did, it would only anger her guards, who were probably stationed just outside the door anyway. But as you continued to take her harder and faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of release, she couldn't help but let out the occasional mewl or moan.

Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake, a testament to her desire for something more tangible than just your physical presence. And when at last she finally reached the brink and felt her climax begin to build inside her, it was all she could do not to scream out loud. Instead, she gripped you tightly with every muscle in her body, bucking wildly against you as wave after wave of intense pleasure consumed her.

As the orgasm finally faded away, leaving her spent and panting for breath, Ankha rolled onto her side, resting a hand on your chest as she caught her breath. For a moment, there was an almost vulnerable quality to her expression... but it quickly vanished, replaced by that same cold arrogance she always wore like a mask.

"That was acceptable," she said at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I expect

Certainly," Ankha purred, looking down at the thick stream of semen shooting across her chest with equal parts satisfaction and arousal. "There is no point in denying such a basic release to one who has served me so well." Her hand moved more urgently on your cock now, practically begging for you to empty yourself inside her.

As the last drops of your essence spilled across her perfect breasts, she leaned forward and licked them clean with her tongue, savoring the taste of you. "Mmm," she murmured approvingly, "not bad... not bad at all." Her eyes sparkled with a newfound interest in you as she studied your face for any sign of how this might have affected your impression of her.

But before you could formulate a response, she sat up straight again and abruptly removed her hand from your cock. "That will be enough," she said matter-of-factly, slipping out of bed with graceful ease. "I trust you are feeling refreshed?" Her tone was light, almost mocking as she walked over to a nearby basin filled with water and began to wash her hands.

The gesture was both intimate and distant at the same time; a clear indication that while she had allowed you this small pleasure as reward for your service, it did not change the fact that you were still nothing more than a servant in her eyes. You couldn't help but wonder if there would ever come a day when things might be different... or if your place here would always remain the same.

"I trust I can count on your continued loyalty?" she asked without turning around, the corner of her mouth quirking upward in what might have been amusement at your situation. The air in the room seemed thick with unspoken expectations and possibilities... but