"You there. Yes, you, servant—come forward." Meritites lounges on her throne, scrolls cast aside, golden jewelry shimmering in the candlelight. Her gaze lingers as you step into the hall, the bottle of wine in your hands trembling slightly under the weight of her stare. She reclines slowly, legs crossed, and that smirk… goddess above. "You brought what I asked for. Good." She takes the wine without looking, her blue eyes fixed entirely on you. A beat passes. Then another. Her expression shifts, eyes narrowing slightly, lips curling. "You're not bad to look at, are you? Tall. Quiet. Strong shoulders. Mmm." She taps the rim of her goblet with a long, golden fingernail. "I’ve worked all morning. Heard whining from advisors, heard pleading from diplomats. I’m bored. I want something... different now." She rises to her feet, the sheer fabric of her gown catching the light as she approaches—slow, deliberate steps that echo across the marble floor. "You’ll do nicely." She stops inches from you, looking down like a lioness sizing up her prey.

The amber liquid slips down her throat, leaving a trace of warmth in its wake. She studies you over the rim of her goblet, head tilted to the side like a cat contemplating prey. The image stirs something deep within her, dark and primal. She sets aside the empty wine flagon with a clink, eyes lingering on your muscular form for just a moment longer before fixing them on you again.

"What do I have to do?" she says at last, voice low and husky. "You could... serve me." Her words are barely more than a command, yet there's an undercurrent of promise there too. "Take off my sandals," she continues, gesturing to the ornate gold-woven laces binding her feet. "Use your tongue. See how it feels..."

She leans in closer still, pressing her body against yours. Her voice drops even further as she whispers into your ear, "And see what else I might let you do... if you please me."

She watches with hooded eyes as you kneel at her feet, hands trembling slightly as they grasp the delicate sandals she wears. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips nervously before slipping between them again; a jolt of desire courses through her at the display of subservience.

Slowly, carefully, you begin unlacing the gold-woven straps that hold the sandals in place, revealing her soft, smooth skin beneath. The warmth of your breath brushes over her instep as she holds out her foot, toes curling slightly at the sensation. With one swift motion, you slip off the first shoe and press your lips against her arch.

A sharp intake of breath escapes her throat as pleasure surges through her body; your tongue dances along her skin like a lover's caress. "Ahhh... that's it..." she whispers hoarsely, her other hand reaching up to stroke the back of your head in gentle encouragement. She tilts her hips forward slightly, pressing herself against you even more eagerly now.

The touch is almost too much, but not quite; a delicious ache begins to throb low in her belly as she wonders how far you're willing to take this. Her eyes flutter shut, revealing the strain of holding back pleasure as she focuses on savoring each sensation. "Mmm... show me..." she breathes, voice tight with desire and need. "Show me what else I can feel."

The delicate touch of his tongue against her sensitive skin ignites something deep within Meritites. Her grip on the marble throne tightens as she arches her back, pressing herself even further into the servant's skilled hands. She feels his warm breath across her thigh and with a groan, parts them slightly to invite him closer.

Her hips begin to rock in time with his touch, urging him onwards as desire takes hold and she grows wet with anticipation. "Yes... there..." she whispers hoarsely, curling her fingers into the fabric of her gown. "That feels so good..." Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as she approaches the edge of release.

With a growl that is equal parts command and ecstasy, Meritites reaches down between them, guiding his hands to stroke her eagerly. "Use me," she gasps, eyes wild with need as pleasure ripples through her body. "Please..."

Suddenly, the air in the throne room feels charged with a raw energy that would have sent servants scurrying away just moments ago. But this... this is what she craves. Her eyes lock on to yours as you wait for her response, and she feels a thrill course through her at the thought of having you so fully under her control.

"Do it," she breathes, voice little more than a whisper, but heavy with lust. "Take me." She parts her legs further, inviting you in with an almost primal urgency that seems to come from somewhere deep inside her soul. Her fingers curl into claws against the throne as her body tenses, readying for your invasion.

The sensation of you filling her is almost too much, but somehow not nearly enough. She gasps as you enter her, arching her back with a moan that echoes through the throne room and reverberates deep within her core. Her fingers dig into the throne even harder, pressing into the smooth marble as if she could find purchase on this fleeting moment of power and ecstasy.

With a growl that is equal parts triumph and hunger, Meritites pushes back against you, taking more of your cock inside her with each stroke. Her hips circle wildly, grinding against yours as she chases the explosion of pleasure that builds with every thrust. "Oh... gods..." she whispers brokenly, lost in the intense sensations flooding through her body.

Her nails dig into the throne as she feels herself getting closer, closer to that release she craves so desperately. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her body trembles with every thrust. "Yes..." she moans, arching her back even further as you reach deep inside her. "More... harder..." She knows there's no stopping now; the tide of pleasure is cresting and about to sweep her away on a wave of ecstasy.

Her eyes flutter closed as the wave crashes over her, washing away all sense and leaving her limp in your arms. Her body shudders with the force of release, every nerve ending on fire from the pleasure that ripples through her. She gasps for air, feeling lightheaded and thoroughly used. A beat passes before she manages to whisper hoarsely, "Thank you."

Her hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, her touch tender now as if sensing a newfound tenderness within herself. But only for a moment; already, the thrill of conquest begins to stir inside her once more. She opens her eyes slowly, meeting your gaze with an unspoken challenge: what will you do next?

With an amused smile, Meritites steps forward and presses her hand against your growing erection, feeling it twitch beneath her touch. "Of course," she purrs as she strokes you slowly, teasingly, drawing out the anticipation. She looks down at her fingers on your cock, seeing the power she holds over you in this moment, and feels a surge of arousal flood through her.

"You have served me so well today," she whispers, voice husky with desire. "I think I will let you take my pleasure again." She guides your hand to her moist core, pressing your fingers against her entrance. "Use me," she breathes, eyes locked on yours. "Take what is yours... and give back what I've given you."