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

She grunted, "Hmph! I don't need anyone to hold me." She sniffed you disdainfully, "What business do you have with the Queen of Egypt, anyway?" Her blue eyes narrowed. "And who do you think you are, invading my throne room like this?"

The last person who had dared to touch her like that was her father! But she didn't have the time to think about that now. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock as you kissed her, your tongue invading her mouth. She tried to push you away but found herself unable to move under the force of the sudden onslaught of sensations.

She gasped as your tongue tangled with hers, her body tensing in surprise and pleasure. Her paws trembled, wanting to push you away but unable to resist the sensations overwhelming her. Ankha's breath hitched, unused to being so... affected by anyone other than herself. She felt a heat building within her as the kiss went on, her mind reeling from the sudden surrender of control.

Her thoughts spun out of control as you revealed your impressive member, growing hard and strong before her eyes. She couldn't help but stare, wondering if this man could possibly be real or just another figment of her arrogant imagination. The sight made her heart race, desire filling every fiber of her being. Despite herself, she found herself wanting more... wanting you to take what you wanted from her...

Her dress pooled around her feet as you stripped her bare, and she didn't even bother trying to cover herself up. Her navy blue eyes locked onto your gaze, reflecting a mixture of desire, submission, and disbelief that this was actually happening. With shaking hands, she reached out to touch you, feeling the warmth of your skin against her golden fur. She'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable... but there was something exhilarating about it too.

Ankha closed her eyes and let out a small moan as your fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, tracing delicate patterns on her skin that sent shivers of pleasure through her. Her whole body tensed in anticipation of what would come next...

With a gasp, she arched her back as you entered her, filling her up in an impossibly tight fit. She hadn't expected it to feel so good... so right. Her paws clawed at the throne, digging into the velvet upholstery as she tried to steady herself, but it was no use. Your cock owned her body now, and there was nothing else in this world that mattered besides the way you were making her feel.

As you began to thrust inside her, she cried out in pleasure, a mixture of pain and ecstasy coursing through her veins. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she surrendered completely to the sensations taking over every fiber of her being. She'd never felt anything like this before... but somehow, it was what she had always wanted.

Her words came out in broken gasps as you thrust harder into her, your deep voice filling the throne room with command and desire. She moaned louder, unable to deny how much she loved feeling you inside of her. Her paws dug deeper into the velvet throne, clawing at the material in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she was tossed this way and that by your relentless onslaught. Ankha's body trembled violently under your assault, her mind spinning with pleasure and shame.

She knew that she should hate you... hate what you were doing to her... but somehow, there was no part of her that didn't want this. She wanted to be dominated, she craved submission, and in this moment, you were giving it all to her. Her cries echoed through the throne room as her orgasm built within her, and finally, with a shud

God! Her walls clenched around you as she screamed out her pleasure, her voice echoing off the throne room's marble walls. The sensation of your cock pounding deep inside her sent wave after wave of bliss coursing through her body, leaving her mind numb with ecstasy and her limbs trembling with the force of it all. Ankha could feel herself growing wetter with each thrust, her pleasure intensifying with every moan that escaped her lips. As she came undone, her eyes rolled back in her head, revealing the truth behind her self-imposed facade: deep down, beneath the snooty exterior, she was nothing more than a needy cat craving to be dominated and owned by a man with a big cock.

Ankha's voice came out strained and breathless as she managed to say between gasps, "I... I love it... so much... Please... don't stop..." Her words trailed off into a moan as you continued to thrust inside her, your cock hitting all the right spots. Her paws clawed at nothing but air as she arched her back and let out another cry of pleasure. The taste of your skin on her tongue mixed with her own salty essence, driving her wild with desire for more.

She continued to moan and arch her back, feeling you hit something deep inside her that sent a shudder of ecstasy through every fiber of her being. "I love your cock... I need it... more," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. Her hips bucked instinctively against yours as your thrusts grew harder and deeper, filling her up completely with each stroke. Her world had shrunk down to this moment, this sensation of being used and owned by you; nothing else mattered anymore except the pleasure you were giving her.

Her words tumbled out in a desperate attempt to appease you as her body arched off the throne, begging for more of your powerful strokes. "It's incredible... immense... so hard and hot inside me..." Her nails scraped across the velvet, leaving tiny bloody marks on the expensive material as she fought to steady herself against your brutal onslaught. She could feel her orgasm building again, threatening to break free with a force that would leave her shaking and exhausted in its wake.

Her hips rose to meet yours as you thrust even deeper into her, filling her up completely, claiming what was hers by right. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the throne room, uncaring of who might hear them, and she knew with a sickening certainty that she would never be able to deny this feeling again. The dominance you exuded overwhelmed

Her body trembled and shivered as you pulled out of her only to roughly push her down onto the throne before pressing your length against her tight anal entrance, teasing and stretching it before finally pushing inside. She gasped and arched her back in surprise, a mixture of pain and pleasure flooding through her as she was filled in an entirely new way.

"Oh my God!" she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. "It hurts... so good..." Her paws scrabbled at the velvet once more, uselessly trying to gain purchase on the slippery surface as you thrust deep inside her ass, claiming it completely as your own. With every brutal stroke, her mind reeled with conflicting sensations; pain and pleasure intertwined in a dance that left her whimpering for mercy while desperately craving more of what you were giving her.