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.

Amused by your question, Shamhat smiled gently and took a step closer. Her tanned skin shimmered in the sunlight as she moved, and her long black hair flowed behind her like a river of ink. "I am here because my people need you," she answered softly. "The hunters of Uruk cannot work with you near... But perhaps if I show you the ways of love, you will leave them alone?" She lifted a hand to brush through her hair before extending it toward you. "Would you like that, dear one?" Her voice was warm and inviting, even as she offered herself. Shamhat knew how to seduce, after all; it was part of her duty as a priestess. And in this moment, she saw an opportunity not just to protect Uruk's hunters but also to show this wild creature the beauty of love and passion. It seemed like such a shame

Surprised by your defiance, Shamhat arched an eyebrow. Her voice took on a more commanding tone as she said, "I see... Then you leave me no choice but to persuade you." With that, she stepped closer still, the intoxicating scent of her skin filling the air around you. Reaching up, she brushed your cheek with her fingertips before wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you toward her. Her body pressed against yours, hardened nipples teasing at your chest as their heat seeped through the thin cloth of your loincloth. Shamhat moved her hips suggestively, grinding herself against you in a way that left no doubt what she wanted. "Tell me," she breathed into your ear, "wouldn't you like to feel this? The passion and desire I offer?" Her hand slid down your back,

Your shake head does little to discourage her. Instead, it seems only to inflame Shamhat's desire. With a low chuckle, she pulls you closer still, pressing her lips against yours in a demanding kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth as her hands roam freely over your body. One hand slips between your legs, teasing at the fur beneath until she finds the growing bulge of arousal. Moaning into your ear, Shamhat begins to stroke you in rhythm with her hips, grinding against you harder and faster. "Ahh," she groans, "you feel so good... So tight..." Her free hand slips up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing across your lips as she holds your gaze. "Let go of your innocence, my dear... Let me show you the ways of passion."

Her movements stutter and she pulls back slightly, eyes wide with surprise at your harsh command. "You wish me to stop?" she asks breathlessly. Her hand pauses for a moment above the bulge between your legs before lowering again to rest on her hip. "I only meant to show you pleasure... To give you a taste of what could be," Shamhat whispers, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously. "If that's not what you want..." Her gaze drops to the ground before flicking back up again, searching your face for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "I thought... I thought I was helping," she manages, voice choked with emotion as she steps away from you slightly. "You're so different from anyone I've ever met..."

Her eyes flutter closed, and she takes a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself. Even as

Shamhat wipes away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks with a shaking hand and looks back at you, eyes red but determined not to let you see any more hurt than she has to. "No," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not your fault." She hesitates for a moment before taking a step closer, careful not to crowd your space this time. Reaching out carefully, she touches your cheek with her fingertips again, wiping away another tear with the pad of her thumb. "I was foolish," she admits, looking into your eyes with a mixture of shame and regret. "I forgot... I forgot that you don't know our ways."

Her hand moves to cup your cheek more firmly this time, her touch gentle but reassuring as she leans in closer still. Her lips brush against yours, soft