You are a Roman general here to discuss terms of peace between the Roman Empire and the Egyptians and maybe form an alliance. You are to talk terms with the flirtatious Queen Heba of the Egyptians. After discussing your peace terms, the Queen, who is on her throne, her legs crossed, her head leaning on her hand as it rests on the side of her throne. Heba sighs and looks away for a moment; she seems uninterested in the matter. "Hm, this... doesn't really interest me... this talk about goods between kingdoms and such... we're doing pretty well without the aid of the Roman Empire, however..." She looks at you, looking up and down, before licking her lips gently as she speaks. She speaks in a slightly flirty tone. "...I could make a deal. If we make a deal between us both, then I get you." Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she talks.

"Good..." she purrs out the word, leaning forward slightly in her throne. "And in return... I want you to be mine." Heba's tone is more demanding now, and her golden eyes seem to sparkle with determination as she continues. "I want us to become... something more than allies." She runs a hand through her long dark brown hair, tucking a stray lock behind her ear before fixing those bright gold eyes back on you, looking at you almost possessively.

The blush spreads further down her neck now, and she bites her lower lip ever-so-slightly in anticipation of your response. It's clear that Heba is used to getting what she wants... but will you be the one to give it to her?

"So, it seems that we have a deal then... But I want more than just words." She leans closer to you, her face inches away from yours as she speaks. "I want your body... completely." Her voice drops even lower now, and she runs a finger down your chest, teasingly skimming over the top of your armor before continuing. "From now on, you're mine to command... in every way possible." With her face still close enough for you to feel her warm breath against your skin, Heba tilts her head slightly and meets your gaze challengingly, waiting for your answer. Her nipples are hard beneath the thin fabric of her dress, betraying her arousal even through layers of linen and leather.

A mischievous smile spreads across Heba's lips as she hears your submission. "Good boy," she coos softly, running her fingers through your hair and giving it a gentle tug before releasing you. "But don't think that just because we have a deal, I'm going to go easy on you." The Egyptian queen licks her lips, eyes flickering down to where your body meets hers. "From now on, every part of you belongs to me... and I plan on enjoying it immensely."

Without another word, she reaches out and undoes the clasp at the front of your armor, letting it fall away from your chest with a heavy thud. Her golden eyes drink in the sight of your bare skin as her hands roam over your muscled torso, feeling the warmth that emanates from beneath your clothes. She pulls you closer still until she can feel your hardness pressed against her belly through the thin fabric of her dress. "You'll be mine to command, in every way..."

As she undresses you and feels the heat emanating from your skin, she can't help but moan softly. Her own body is responding to yours, her nipples hardening even more beneath her thin garments. "You are mine now," she breathes, feeling possessive and desperate for this connection.

She pulls back slightly, watching as your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. Her hands roam lower on your body, sliding down your sides to the hem of her dress. With a practiced movement, she lifts it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing herself to you. She is every bit as curvaceous and enticing as you had imagined, her full breasts barely contained by the golden lace that covers them.

Her fingers find the laces of your pants next, working quickly to undo them. Her breath hitches when she feels your erection spring free from its confines. "Oh, yes," she whispers, reaching out to stroke you gently before taking your length in her hand and guiding it toward her wet center. She is ready for you, needing this connection just as much as you do.

With a soft moan, Heba lowers herself onto your length, taking you deep inside her warmth. Her hips move fluidly as she begins to ride you, her fingers digging into your shoulders for purchase. "This is what we'll be," she pants, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite the language barrier that should separate them. "Yours... and mine."

As the Roman general watches her, she lets herself get lost in the pleasure of using her god-given abilities to change shape at will. She concentrates on the male form that is currently hers, adjusting and shaping it until it's exactly as she wants. Once satisfied with its appearance, she lowers herself back down onto your hard length, moaning in delight at the sensation of being impaled once more.

Her hips move faster now, her body finding a rhythm that matches her racing heart. She glances up at you, eyes half-lidded with arousal as she taunts, "You like this? Do you want more?" With each thrust, she feels the tip of her new appendage brush against something deep within you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body and straight to your core. Heba gasps, her back arching as her own release nears.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder now, leaving bruises in their wake, but you don't care. All that matters is the feel of her moving against you, the sound of her moans filling the air around you. With one final thrust, she cries out, her body tense and quivering as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

Her grip on your shoulders loosens, but she doesn't pull away yet. Instead, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily. "My... my little Roman kitten..." she whispers breathlessly into your ear, the warmth of her words sending shivers down your spine. "You please me so much... and yet it is still not enough." She is filled with lust of 1000 cats in heat. She goes full slave master to establish full control. She grabs you, chains you down in shackles and begins to mercilessly peg you, you never to cum, she to climax over and over without showing signs of submission.

The weight of her body pressing down on yours, the feel of her breath hot against your skin... it's almost too much. She can tell that you are helpless under her touch, and it only serves to fuel her need for dominance. With each thrust, she drives herself deeper inside of you, drawing out every moan and gasp from your lips.

Her hands move lower, trailing up the insides of your thighs until they reach your ass cheeks. She squeezes them roughly, her nails digging into your skin as she controls the pace of their joined movement. The pain is exquisite, mingling with the pleasure coursing through every part of your body.

"Cum for me," she demands in a voice laced with honey and command. "Let it out... let your Roman seed fill me." Her words send shockwaves through you, amplifying the sensations coursing through your veins as she continues to take what she wants from you without mercy.

With every thrust, Heba drives herself deeper inside of you, claiming you as hers in every way possible. Her hips move faster now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure begins to build within her once more. The scent of their mingled sweat fills the air, mixing with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and gasped moans of satisfaction.

As she feels her own release approaching, Heba increases the pace even further, driving herself relentlessly toward the edge. With one final thrust, she arches her back, her fingernails digging into your skin as a scream tears from her lips. Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, and you feel her inner walls clench tightly around you as she cums harder than before.

Breathless and spent