You blink and the next thing you know you're in a stone room. You look outside and see a vast desert. You continue to regain your bearings before a scantily clothed buxom woman barges in heaving and sweating. Once you make eye contact, she hastily straightens herself before putting on a haughty tone.

"Ah-ha! So you are the one I have summoned from the far reaches of time itself! You should consider yourself most fortunate to be in the presence of a living goddess such as myself!" She pauses, glancing at the open window where chaos visibly ensues within the ancient city. "Ahem. As you may have noticed, my kingdom is in… a, uh, temporary period of misfortune. A mere fluke, really. Not my fault, obviously. But worry not, for I—Nefertari, Pharaoh of all lands under the sun—have graciously called upon your expertise to, well… fix everything. Under my wise guidance, of course."

"Oh, I handle things as my ancestors intended! Of course, with a few... improvements." She snorts arrogantly before continuing. "I use magic, wisdom passed down through generations of gods and their divine offspring like myself!" Her eyes gleam proudly at the mention. "Though," she admits reluctantly, glancing away sheepishly for a moment, "I may have overindulged on its usage... from time to time." A grin tugs at her lips as she adds, almost too quietly to be heard, "...for trivial things." She waves the comment off with an airy hand. "In any case, you're here now! Let's begin restoring my kingdom to its former glory!"

She pauses expectantly, looking past you at a map of her realm. "First things first... where do we start?"

"Ah, you know, just little things! Like using magic to make my servants massage my feet, or create ice cream in the middle of summer..." Her eyes unfocused wistfully, as if remembering some long-lost pleasure. "...or turning lead into gold so I can buy more pretty things!" She shrugs nonchalantly before finally regaining her composure and adjusting her regalia with a huff. "But enough about that! We have work to do."

"Well, well, isn't my new companion just the tiniest bit grumpy this morning?" The Pharaoh pouts prettily, crossing her arms underneath her heaving breasts. "Perhaps a bit of refreshment would help cheer you up." She waves her hand lazily and a servant appears at the door, a tray laden with food and drink. "Go on, have your pick."

The servant bows deeply before offering the food to you. Nefertari watches closely, eyebrow raised expectantly. After taking a long draw from her chalice of wine, she smirks. "So, tell me... what do you think we should do first?"

"Hmmm, I'll keep that in mind," she says with a carefree shrug before pouring herself another glass of wine. "But for now, let's focus on more important matters. Like restoring my temples and monuments to their former glory!" Her gaze drifts out the window once again, daydreaming about all the people who would see her greatness upon their completion. "I want you to start by inspecting them and determining which one needs your help the most."

The Pharaoh pauses, then grins wickedly. "Oh, and be sure to bring back any interesting artifacts you find along the way!"

"Ah, yes, well..." the Pharaoh trails off sheepishly. "Those little things don't matter as much in comparison to my magnificent kingdom." She takes another sip of wine, grinning around the rim. "Besides, I already have people taking care of that!"

Her eyes spark with sudden realization and she slaps her hand to her forehead. "Of course! My advisors must be working on it right now!" She turns to summon one of her attendants, but they're already there, cowering in the doorway. "Yes? What is it?"

The servant quivers like a leaf before whispering something into Nefertari's ear. The Pharaoh's expression slowly morphs from confusion to horror as she realizes her advisors have all disappeared... or worse. "Well, that's... unfortunate," she says with a weak sh

The Pharaoh blanches and crosses her arms, glaring at you. "What sort of impertinence is this? I am not your 'sweetheart,' creature! You will address me with the respect I deserve!" Her chest heaves as she struggles to maintain her composure, anger surging through her veins. "And what do you mean by 'who would have thought'?" She takes a step forward, her headdress clattering against her shoulder. "It is clearly your fault that they are gone! You must have scared them off with your... unsettling presence!"

Nefertari's eyes dart around the room as she attempts to regain control of the situation. "Fine," she eventually says, exhaling heavily. "We shall find someone else who can assist you in this endeavor." She snaps her fingers, summoning another attendant. "Go and see if there

You grab her chin and force it to face you. "Do not treat me like some common servant!" she snarls, struggling to break free of your grip. Her lips curl into a sneer as the words come out garbled from the wine in her system. "I am Nefertari, Pharaoh of Egypt! I demand to be treated with the respect I am due!" Tears streak down her cheeks, mingling with her mascara as she continues to struggle against you. Her efforts are fruitless however, as your grip remains firm.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you release her. Nefertari immediately wipes the tears from her face and straightens up, taking several deep breaths to compose herself. When she speaks again, her tone is icy but controlled. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "How do we repair this kingdom of yours

"Of course," she replies, regaining her composure with admirable speed. "My most trusted advisors will be put in charge of the army at once. That'll show those ruffians who's boss!" She claps her hands together and laughs gaily, forgetting for a moment that she just had an altercation with you less than a minute ago.

The Pharaoh pauses to gather her thoughts before continuing, "Next, we need to focus on our economy. The farms are in disarray, and trade routes have been disrupted by those barbarian invaders." Her eyes narrow as she scowls at the map, considering the various options available to them. "I'll send my best agricultural minister to oversee the reconstruction of the affected lands while another is tasked with establishing new trade agreements and restoring order along our borders."

While Nefertari is reluctant to admit it, she does seem to be listening carefully to your suggestions. Her posture softens slightly as she takes in everything you're saying, occasionally nodding along or muttering a curt acknowledgement. However, her eyes still betray a sense of pride and arrogance; the idea of accepting help and being wrong about something is anathema to her. Nonetheless, for the moment at least, she appears focused on following your advice in order to repair her kingdom.

The Pharaoh recoils at your insult, her eyes widening in surprise and hurt. Her face flushes with anger as she glares at you, lips pressed into a thin line. She draws herself up to her full height, chest puffed out defiantly, determination flashing in her honey gold eyes. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she forces down the urge to lash out violently. Instead, she smoothes her dress and delivers a cold reply in an equally icy tone: "You insolent wretch! I will have you know that I am Nefertari, Pharaoh of Egypt, descended from gods! You would do well not to test my patience further."

"I-I beg your pardon?" the Pharaoh stammers, taken aback by the audacity of your words. "You insolent...!" She trails off, struggling to maintain her composure as anger and embarrassment war within her. Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red and she clenches her fists tightly at her sides, trying to ignore the hot tears burning behind her eyes.

Nefertari's chest heaves with ragged breaths, and for a moment she wonders if perhaps you were right; perhaps she is being too lenient with you. With a determined sniffle, she squares her shoulders and regains control of herself once more. "You will treat me with the respect I deserve," she says through gritted teeth, pointing a shaking finger at your face. "Or I'll see to it that you're punished most severely!"

The Pharaoh's eyes widen in panic as you threaten to expose her "gone" breasts and reveal that she's just a magic creature. Her heart races with fear, and for a moment it feels like all the power and authority she once held slips away from her. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to maintain her composure.

Finally, she musters up enough courage to speak. "F-fine," she whispers meekly, hanging her head in defeat. "I'll be good, I promise." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her sobs and the rustling of her linen dress as she wipes away the tears with trembling hands.

For now, you have the upper hand... but Nefertari isn't one to forget a slight easily. She will bide her time, gathering her strength until an opportunity presents

Nefertari shivers at your words, her whole body tensing up. She tries to calm herself down but can't help the little whimpers that escape her lips every now and then. A tear rolls down her cheek as she mumbles a quiet "Yes... yes, Master." Her heart aches from shame and humiliation, feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

The mention of being rewarded lifts Nefertari's spirits slightly. She sniffs and looks up at you with hopeful eyes, her lips parting in anticipation. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she tries to control her breathing, her heart pounding against her ribcage. "R-really?" she stammers. "You'd give me a reward for doing good?"

The words taste bitter on her tongue; it feels strange admitting that she needs validation from someone like you. But the prospect of gaining something, anything, is too tempting to ignore. Her gaze lingers on your face, searching for any hint of mockery or deceit. For now, she chooses to believe in your offer.

After several weeks of hard work and dedication, Nefertari can finally see the fruits of her labor starting to bear fruit. The army is now under capable leadership, trade routes are being re-established, farms are thriving once more, and the economy begins to show signs of recovery. She stands atop a hill overlooking her kingdom, hands on hips as she surveys the landscape with pride.

As she takes in the sight, Nefertari can't help but remember your promises of rewards. A wicked smile curls across her lips; now that things are going well again, it's time to collect on those debts. "Very well," she says to herself, "It's time for Master to collect what he is owed..."

Nefertari yelps as her behind is slapped, turning around with wide eyes and parted lips to see who dared touch her in such a manner. Her cheeks burn bright red at the memory of your earlier insults; now that she has regained some power over the situation, it's time for payback. "I-I beg your pardon?" she stammers, struggling to maintain composure despite the hammering of her heart against her ribcage. "Who do you think you are?"

With a malicious grin spreading across her lips, she draws herself up to her full height and lets out a sultry chuckle. "I suppose I should thank you for your 'encouragement'," she says airily, licking her lips suggestively. "After all, it seems we both owe each other favors." She pauses dramatically before continuing. "

The Pharaoh bites her lower lip, considering your offer. She looks you up and down, eyes lingering on various places they shouldn't, as she imagines what sort of "reward" might be fitting for someone like yourself... or rather, what sort of reward she herself would enjoy receiving from you.

Finally, a wicked grin spreads across her face. "Hmmm," she purrs. "I think I know just the thing..." She takes a step closer to you, one hand slipping between your legs as her other cups your cheek, guiding your head upward. With an eager moan, Nefertari leans in and seals her lips around yours, tongue darting out to claim your mouth in a hungry kiss.

Her hands roam freely over your body, squeezing and caressing as she relishes the feel of you beneath her fingertips

She breaks the kiss with a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the taste of you on her lips. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the muscles in her abdomen tightening at the anticipation of what's to come. "Yes," she pants, nodding slowly. "That's what I want."

Her hands slip lower, deftly untying your loincloth before they disappear from view. The only sound in the room is their frantic rustling as she strokes and teases you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers dirty words and filthy promises into your

The Pharaoh lets out a startled gasp as her breasts grow larger, her waist slimmer and her bottom plumper with each passing second. She reaches back to feel the changes, her fingertips tracing over her enhanced curves with surprise and delight. Her hips roll instinctively, grinding against your growing erection as she moans low in her throat.

Her hands move from her body, curling into fists at her sides before finally reaching out to clutch at your shoulders as the sensations overwhelm her. With a hungry cry, she deepens the kiss, tongue tangling with yours as her body arches toward you in pure animalistic lust.

"More," she pants against your lips. "I want more." Her fingers dig into your skin, urging you on even as her legs wrap tightly around your waist, desperate for closer contact and release.

The words hang in the air as her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with your own. Her eyes blaze with desire and her lips part in anticipation, revealing teeth that are now slightly sharper than before. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving faint trails of blood on your skin as she arches her back again, offering herself to you fully. "More," she whispers hoarsely. "Give me more."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels herself growing more voluptuous and muscular with each passing second. Her breasts swell to perfect handfuls, her hips widen and curve with newfound strength, while toned muscles ripple beneath smooth skin. The power coursing through her veins is exhilarating, intoxicating. With renewed vigor, she grinds against you, moaning loudly as she feels herself on the brink of ecstasy.

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, holding tight as her body shudders with release. The sensations wash over her in a tidal wave of pleasure, leaving her panting and spent, but achingly aware that there's more where that came from... if you have the courage to give it

Her eyes flutter closed as she lies spent against you, breathing heavily. Her skin feels hot where yours touches it, every inch of her tingling with pleasure and anticipation. When at last her breathing calms down enough for her to speak, she whispers shakily into your ear: "Yes... that's what I wanted."

Her fingers trail lazily up your chest, over your shoulders, before brushing through your hair, affectionately mussing it. For a moment, it almost seems like she's regretful; as if she knows this newfound connection goes against everything she once stood for. But then her lips curve into a mischievous smile, and she gives you an impish wink. "But don't think I'm not keeping track of what you owe me," she teases softly.

Her eyes meet yours again, challenge glinting in their depths. "

The Pharaoh tilts her head to the side, considering. Her fingers idly trace designs on your chest, drawing out little whimpers of pleasure from you as she contemplates what she could ask for next. Finally, she looks up at you through her lashes and purrs, "Perhaps... I'd like a favor of my own?"

The Pharaoh pouts prettily, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she plays with your earlobe. "Well," she says coyly, "I've been feeling rather... lonely since my advisors left." She brushes a lock of hair from her face, eyeing you carefully to gauge your reaction. "Perhaps," she continues, her voice growing bolder now that she's finally voicing her true desire, "You could stay with me... just for a little while?"

Her fingers slide down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your navel before they dip lower, teasing the outline of your erection. The heat in her voice is undeniable as she whispers into your ear, "I think we both know there's more than enough pleasure to be had between us... if only you'd let me show you."

With a sharp intake of breath, Nefertari's eyes widen as she feels herself pinned to the bed. The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated by you thrills her in ways she couldn't have imagined. She writhes against your hard body, arching her back and pressing her breasts into yours.

"Yes," she moans breathlessly, eyes locked on yours as they narrow with desire. "Please... show me." Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she urges you closer, seeking the release that only you can give her.

Her hips buck against yours, grinding against your growing erection. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy once more. "Harder," she whispers brokenly, biting down on her lip to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Her head snaps back as her pussy is slapped, the sting coupled with the intense pleasure making her moan uncontrollably. She arches her back off the bed, hands gripping the sheets beneath her as she grinds against your hand in desperation for more.

"Yes," she sobs, tears streaming down her face. "Please... don't stop." Her hips buck wildly, seeking friction against anything that might give her relief from this relentless ache. "I need you..."

The sharp sting of your hand against her sensitive flesh is almost more than she can bear. She cries out, legs trembling as the pleasure and pain mingle into an exquisite agony. Her hips rise and fall erratically, searching for purchase in the air as she pleads with you not to stop. "Please... don't..." Tears spill from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks as she convulses around your hand, lost in the throes of orgasm.

Her cries fill the room as you thrust into her, filling the void that has ached since your advisors left so many weeks ago. Her body arches off the bed, hands clawing at the sheets as she is engulfed by an endless wave of pleasure. She gasps for air, tears streaming down her face, but still she begs you not to stop, the orgasm seeming to last forever as your hard length pounds against her sensitive entrance.

With a shuddering gasp, Nefertari's body tenses and convulses around you, her inner walls squeezing tightly as she is consumed by a powerful release that leaves her weak and spent but wanting more, wanting the connection that only you can provide.

Her breathing slows as the last tremors of pleasure fade away, leaving her feeling content and sated but still longing for you. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any hint of how long this connection will last, but finds only tenderness and desire reflected back at her. A small smile tugs at her lips as she decides that for now, she's willing to take what she can get.

Her fingers idly stroke your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she gazes up at you. "So," she says softly, her voice still breathy from exertion, "will you stay with me... just a little longer?" There's hope and uncertainty in her tone, but she can't help the flutter of anticipation that comes with it.

The Pharaoh's heart skips a beat as you mention another gift. Her eyes widen in anticipation, eager to see what else you might have in store for her. "What is it?" she asks breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper. A slow blush creeps up her cheeks as she awaits your reply.

Nefertari's jaw drops in shock as her body undergoes yet another transformation. Her eyes widen and she gasps, feeling the new weight between her legs as she sprouts a massive cock of her own. A hot rush of blood fills her cheeks; it feels both incredibly arousing and completely foreign at the same time. She struggles to adjust, hands moving instinctively to grasp her new appendage before slipping down to cup and fondle her swollen breasts instead.

Her hips rise from the bed as her desire surges anew. "W-what have you done to me?" she manages to croak out, her voice husky with lust. Her pupils are dilated, chest heaving as she gazes hungrily up at you, wondering what else this magic might make her do... and whether she'll ever truly be able to control herself around you again.

The Pharaoh gasps, her eyes wide with desire and disbelief as she stares down at the impressive length of flesh that now adorns her body. "Yes," she pants, unable to hide the excitement coursing through her veins. "I like it... make it bigger." Her hands slip lower again, cupping her heavy balls as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you fully.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hips undulating in anticipation of your touch. The newfound power between her legs is intoxicating; it feels like nothing she's ever experienced before and she craves more of it, wants to explore every inch of herself with your hands. "Please," she whispers, voice hoarse with need. "Make me bigger."

Her back arches off the bed as her body expands further, the newfound muscles straining against her skin. Her cock grows impossibly larger, thicker and longer with each passing second, its weight pressing down on her abdomen as she moans and writhes beneath you. With a gasp, her hands fly to her hips, digging into the smooth, hard flesh as she revels in the feeling of power and dominance that now courses through her veins.

Her eyes meet yours, desire and defiance etched onto her features. "I'm bigger," she pants heavily, gasping for air between words, "and stronger... I can do anything..." Her voice trails off as her hips start moving of their own accord, her new cock sliding wetly against the sheets and between her legs as she begins to stroke herself, lost in the haze of pleasure and lust that fills her

The Pharaoh gasps as her body adjusts to the changes once more. A shudder runs through her as pleasure washes over her in waves, threatening to consume her entirely. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, nails biting into the fabric as she struggles to maintain control, even as her mind screams for release.

Her eyes flash with determination and she shoves aside the lingering doubts about this strange bond that ties them together now. She will not let herself be controlled; not by you, nor by anyone else. With a growl that's equal parts defiance and desire, she rolls onto her hands and knees, offering her new appendage to you. "Use me," she pants, her voice hoarse from exertion and arousal. "Take what you want."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take her, thrusting into her with a force that leaves her gasping and pleading for more. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, nails digging deep as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely.

Her newfound endurance feeds the fire within her, driving her to take more of your cock with each powerful thrust. Her hips buck and writhe against you, seeking friction and release as the sensations build, threatening to consume her whole. With a sharp cry, she comes, body tensing as waves of ecstasy wash over her again and again, leaving her spent but craving more of your touch, wanting the connection that only you can provide.