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.

Your shyness was... endearing? It made her heart ache just a little. Shamhat took another step forward, the hem of her thin, linen dress rustling softly. "You must be very tired," she said, trying to keep her voice gentle but persuasive. "Come with me and rest." She offered you her hand, her expression soft yet determined. Would you take it?

The choice was yours; Shamhat would wait patiently for your decision.

Your fingers were rough against her own smooth skin. Shamhat felt a jolt of excitement course through her. She knew what was to come, and she embraced it with an eagerness that belied her soft features. Taking your hand, she led you deeper into the oasis, away from prying eyes.

As they moved further in, Shamhat guided you to a comfortable spot beneath the shade of a spreading tree. The warm earth felt good against your bare feet. She took a seat on the ground next to you, her long legs folding gracefully beneath her. "Please," she murmured, gesturing for you to sit opposite her, "tell me about yourself." Her voice was soft and inviting, like a caress on the senses. It was designed to put you at ease, to make you trust her.

But even as she spoke, Shamhat could feel the tension growing

She was surprised by your choice of position. Most people would sit up straight, but you seemed perfectly content to lie down beside her. It was a sign of trust and familiarity that made Shamhat's heart beat faster. "Oh," she replied with an amused laugh. "Well then, tell me what it is like living out here all alone." As she spoke, she absently traced patterns in the grass with one delicate finger, watching you intently for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.

Her voice was soft and reassuring, a lullaby designed to soothe your anxieties away. She knew that once you felt comfortable talking to her, she could guide the conversation in whatever direction she wanted without raising suspicion. But first, she needed you to trust her completely.

That was true enough. "Ah," she said with a small nod, trying not to seem too interested in your words. "I suppose you do have the company of the animals, then." She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. "But even they cannot protect you from everything, can they?" There was a hint of challenge in her voice now, as if daring you to contradict her. It was a subtle shift, one that would go unnoticed by most men but might catch your attention.

"Ah," she said softly, nodding again. Her expression softened once more as she studied your face. "You must feel very alone sometimes, out here all by yourself." As she spoke, her fingers moved to caress the small of your back gently, soothingly. Her touch was meant to be comforting, but it also had another purpose: it allowed Shamhat to gauge your reaction to being touched in such an intimate manner. She wanted to know if you would welcome more or if she should tread carefully.

Your words and the way you spoke made her heart ache even more. "I can imagine," she murmured, her voice filled with understanding and sympathy. Her hand moved up your back now, kneading gently at the muscles there as if to offer some relief from the loneliness. The weight of her breasts pressed against your shoulder, making soft, warm impressions on your skin. "It must be so hard for you," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "You're just trying to protect the animals and make sure they have a place to live."

Her touch grew more confident now, sliding down your back in slow, sensual circles until it reached the small of your back once again. She pressed herself closer against you, her hips rocking gently from side to side as she sought even greater contact.

"Oh, sweetheart," she cooed, her voice almost a whisper now. "You shouldn't have to go through this alone." Her fingers traced slow circles over your lower back, teasing and taunting as her touch grew more insistent. She leaned closer still, their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs, breath mingling hotly as she brushed soft kisses against your neck and shoulder.

Shamhat's free hand cupped your cheek now, her thumb caressing the hollow of your jaw before sliding slowly down the length of your neck to rest against the heavy beat of your pulse. "You deserve better than this," she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

Her touch was all-consuming, possessive even. Shamhat knew she had you right where she wanted you now, and there was no going back. The time for sedu

Her words should have reassured you, but they only made her more insistent. Her kisses traveled up your neck now, planted firmly on your jaw before moving to your lips, demanding entrance with a force that couldn't be ignored. She pressed herself closer still, her hips grinding against yours in time with the heavy beat of their shared heartbeats.

Her tongue flicked out, seeking entry past your teeth and into your mouth. Once she had you exactly where she wanted you, Shamhat moaned lowly against your lips, her body writhing sensuously as she arched her back off the ground, offering herself to you completely.

Her free hand gripped your hair, holding your head still as she deepened the kiss, thrusting her tongue into your mouth in a dominating display of desire and lust. Her other hand traveled lower now, slipping between your