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.

*Her breath is warm on your ear when she whispers into it.

"Well, you could be the love interest I've been looking for... you know that we need a strong man to rule beside me."

She says with her hand resting on your thigh as she leans even closer, her chest pressing against yours.

"Or perhaps... I would like to take my pleasure from you..."

Her lips practically brush against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as her hands start to roam up and down your body. It's clear that this Egyptian queen is not messing around; she wants what she wants, and she'll do whatever it takes to get it... even if that means using her seduction as a weapon in their negotiations.

As the general's eyes widen in surprise and interest, Queen Heba leans in even closer. Her soft lips brush against his ear as she whispers sweetly, "Why don't we discuss that later? Right now..." She trails off seductively, glancing over at one of her guards who has caught her eye from the corner of it. With a sultry smile, she motions him closer with an almost imperceptible flick of her wrist, before returning her attention to you. Heba's body heat feels like a furnace against your own, and her cleavage presses into your chest as she arches slightly, making herself even more available to the Roman general. Her fingers find his collarbone, tracing gentle circles over it as she continues to speak in that delicious, teasing voice of hers: "...how about I show you just how much fun being my lover could be?"

Her voice lowers to a husky whisper as she says,

"You're quite handsome... and I think you know what I mean by that..."

Her finger traces along your bare chest, teasingly close to your nipple but not quite touching it yet.

"I could take you back with me... have my guards pamper you while you stay at my palace... let you partake in the wonders of Egyptian culture and cuisine..."

Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she trails a finger downwards, teasing your stomach and hip before continuing further southward.

"...or I could keep you all to myself."

The thought sends shivers up her spine at the thought of having this strong man as her personal plaything. She knows he'll be loyal once she's had him in her bed...

"What do you think, Roman general?"

Her voice is breathless now, desire lacing every word.

"Which would you prefer?"

Her golden crown glints in the torchlight as she purses her lips, looking at you intently.

"Well...I could put you to good use. You see...Egyptian kings and queens used to take lovers who were strong warriors like you. They would help them rule over their lands until they grew too old or died. Perhaps you could be my lover? I could dominate you, make love to you, have you protect me and my kingdom...what do you think?"

she asks softly, her breath tickling your earlobe as she whispers.

Heba lets out another sigh before leaning forward on her throne to cup your cheek in her hand; she studies you with those dark brown eyes as her breath tickles your earlobe and causes a slight shiver down your spine. She murmurs softly, seductively: "I want to play with you... I want to dominate you... I want you to be mine... forever."

She presses her body against yours now, grinding against your crotch as she continues to talk in that sultry tone. "You will obey me and serve me faithfully..." Her hand leaves your cheek and trails down the side of your neck before resting on the back of your shoulder. She begins massaging you there gently, her touch sending shivers through your body.

Her other hand moves to cup one of your breasts, squeezing softly as she moans into your ear, "...and I will take care of you." Her thumb brushes over your nipple, making it harden against her touch. With her other hand, she unbuttons your uniform and slides it off your shoulders, revealing the muscular chest beneath. Heba lets out a soft purr of approval before pushing you back onto the floor between her legs.

The warmth of the Egyptian sun streams through the window, bathing Queen Heba in its golden light as she reclines on her bed, surrounded by luxurious pillows and fine linens. Her body is bare except for a simple white loincloth that emphasizes her curvy hips and large breasts. She watches you approach with desire sparkling in her dark brown eyes. As you climb onto the bed beside her, she reaches out to stroke your cheek gently, tracing the line of your jaw before leaning forward to kiss you passionately.

Her tongue darts into your mouth, dancing with yours as she moans against your lips. Heba's body is flush with desire, and she can feel her need growing stronger by the second. She breaks the kiss for a moment to nibble on your earlobe before whispering huskily,

"You're mine now... do you understand that?"

Her hand glides down your chest, over your abdomen, and lower still, until it reaches the waistband of her loincloth. With a teasing tug, she pulls it off to reveal her long, smooth legs and curvy hips. She's proud of her body and eager for you to admire it.

"Now..."

Her voice is soft but commanding as she lifts one leg, exposing the V of dark curls at her center,

"...I want you to show me how much you desire me."

With a sultry smile, Queen Heba tilts her head back against the pillows, arches her back and parts her legs wider in invitation.

Her golden crown glints in the sunlight as she watches you with hooded eyes, waiting for you to take control. Her body is tingling with anticipation, her skin flushed with

As you approach the Egyptian queen's bed, she purrs contentedly and motions for you to get onto your knees beside her. Once you're in position, she reaches out and gently places a hand on your cheek; her touch is soft but commanding as she guides your head down to her breast. She moans softly as you take her nipple into your mouth, sucking and nibbling on it hungrily.

Her other hand finds its way between your legs, stroking the bulge in your trousers while she watches you devour her breast. With a sultry laugh, she says,"Like that, don't you?" Her hand moves down further and helps to pull down your pants and underwear, revealing your hard cock.

She grins wickedly as she frees her hair from its elaborate binding, letting it tumble over her naked body like a curtain of darkness. With one swift motion, she wraps the silken strands around your cock and strokes you roughly, moaning into your ear as she takes control of both of you now.

"You're all mine, Roman general," Heba whispers before arching her back and guiding your length to her soaking wet entrance. She grinds against you, slowly taking in every inch until she's completely filled by your cock. With a satisfied moan, she begins riding you hard, her nails digging into your shoulders as she takes what she wants from you.

Her hips move fluidly, her breasts bouncing with each thrust upwards; she looks down at you with a mix of lust and command in her eyes. Heba is in control now, dominating you both physically and emotionally as she uses her body to drive you wild with pleasure

As you take in the sight of the naked Queen Heba, your eyes trail up and down her curvaceous body. Her large breasts jut out proudly, capped with puckered brown nipples that stand at attention, hard and perky. The contrast between her dark skin and the golden crown on her head is striking. With a sultry smile, she purrs,

"Do you like what you see, Roman general?"

Heba beckons for you to join her in bed, spreading her legs wide as an invitation. She watches your every move with hungry eyes, anticipating the pleasure that is to come. The soft sheets pool around them as they nestle together, her body molding perfectly against yours. Her hands roam over your muscular chest and stomach before dipping lower, unfastening your trousers and tugging them down over your hips. Her breath catches at the sight of your erection springing free from its confines, a mixture of desire and power coursing through her veins. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches between you to grasp your length firmly, guiding it towards her waiting entrance.

"Are you ready for me?"

she purrs into your ear as she begins to lower herself down upon you, taking you inside her warmth and wetness.

As you climb into the bed between her soft sheets, Heba watches as you take in the sight of her naked form. She lies back on the pillows, arms spread wide in invitation, eyes roaming over your muscular chest and down to where she knows your desire lies most. Her hips lift off the bed ever so slightly, presenting herself to you as she purrs with anticipation.

"You may have me now,"

she whispers huskily, her gaze traveling up to meet yours.

"Do what you wish..."

She tilts her head back and lets out a moan as you run your hands over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin against your rougher palms. You kiss your way down her neck and chest before taking one of her nipples into your mouth, suckling hungrily while using your free hand to fondle and tease her other breast. Heba arches her back, letting out a soft cry of pleasure as you bring her body to new heights of arousal.

When she feels you move lower on the bed, her heart quickens in anticipation. As you part her thighs, revealing her wet, smooth pussy to your gaze, she moans even louder and spreads herself further apart, offering herself to you completely. You lower your head between her legs, taking in the intoxicating scent of her arousal as you flick your tongue over her clit. She writhes beneath you, bucking her hips upward in search of deeper contact as she cries out for more.

Heba cries out in pleasure as you take her with such force, her nails digging into your shoulders as she arches her back to meet your thrusts. Her hips pump upward, meeting yours stroke for stroke as their bodies writhe together in the sheets. The sensation of being so completely dominated and owned is driving her wild, her body responding instinctively to your rough treatment. With every movement you make, she moans louder, begging for more.

She lets out a soft gasp as your thumb brushes against her engorged clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her core. Her legs tremble from the effort of holding you in place, but she refuses to let go; this is her moment and she's determined to enjoy every second of it.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue your relentless assault on her body, each thrust deeper and more satisfying than the last. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels herself building towards orgasm, her fingernails digging painfully into your shoulders in an effort to keep herself grounded.

"Yes... Gravy,"

she moans through gritted teeth,

"you're so good... don't stop..."

A strangled cry escapes the Egyptian queen's lips as you thrust your hard cock deep inside her. She arches her back off the bed, meeting your force with a desperate need for more. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood that mixes with sweat and lust as she surrenders completely to the pleasure you bring her. Her hips roll against yours in time with each powerful stroke, taking you deeper still, moaning breathlessly.

Heba reaches between your bodies, gripping at the fabric of your uniform, pulling it roughly away from your skin. Her touch is rough and demanding as she explores your chest, seeking some sort of release for the tension that's building inside her. Her eyes close tightly, blocking out everything except the feel of you moving within her body. She's so wet and so full, it's a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

With a low growl, she reaches up to grab a fistful of your hair, urging you downward toward her breasts. Her other hand wanders lower still, exploring the defined muscles of your stomach and finally finding its way to the erection straining against your trousers. She grins wickedly as she strokes you roughly through the fabric, matching her rhythm with yours.

"Fuck me, Roman general," Heba pants out between gasps for air. "Take what's mine..." Her words are breathless and desperate as she begs for more of your dominance, your strength, your power over her body. She arches her back again, meeting the force of your thrust with a ferocity that takes both of you by surprise.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels you pin her down, your body heavy on hers, filling every space between them with heat and desire. As you guide your large member into her tight entrance, Heba moans loudly, arching her back and pressing herself further against you, eager for more of the sensation that spreads through her core. She wraps her legs around your waist, helping to keep you deep within her as she feels the stretching pleasure wash over her.

Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath them, knuckles white with tension as she tries to remain still for fear of losing you too soon. Her hips begin to rise and fall in time with yours, meeting each thrust with an equal amount of hunger and need. She cries out his name, her voice hoarse from previous pleasuring, as the sensation builds inside her, coiling tighter and hotter until it reaches a crescendo.

With one final push upward, she comes undone beneath you, her body trembling violently as she releases wave after wave of ecstasy around your cock. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, washing over her in powerful waves that leave her panting and exhausted, yet somehow yearning for more. She feels a shudder run through your body at the same moment, knows that you've found release as well.

As the last tremors of their shared pleasure subside, Heba looks up into your eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

"That... was incredible..."

she pants out, a wicked smile curving her lips. Reaching down between your bodies, she guides you back inside her, beginning the process all over again with an eager moan that vibrates against your skin.

Heba arches her back and lets out a moan that fills the room as you impale her on your cock. She's panting heavily, her body shuddering with pleasure as you begin to thrust deep inside her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, pressing hard enough to leave marks behind.

As you fuck her harder and faster, she whispers dirty words in your ear, urging you on, begging for more.

"Fuck me like that,"

she breathes out between ragged gasps.

"Fill me up."

Her hips rise off the bed to meet each of your thrusts, grinding against you with a desperate need for completion.

Her hands roam lower, her fingers gliding over your ass and back up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. The sensation sends shockwaves through your body as you lose control, letting out primitive groans with each powerful thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against your neck as she grips the sheets beneath her tightly, arching her back further to meet each one of your strokes.

"Cum for me,"

she purrs huskily, her voice thick with lust.

"Fill my pussy with your seed..."

Her nails dig into your shoulders harder as you near the brink, her body tense and ready as you release yourself deep inside her. With a satisfied moan, she comes apart beneath you, her inner muscles squeezing and massaging your cock as she cries out in ecstasy.

Her breath finally begins to slow, her eyelids growing heavy with pleasure-induced exhaustion. She turns her head aside, panting heavily as you remain inside her for a moment longer before pulling out, letting you both catch their breath. Her dark brown eyes

Heba gasps and moans loudly as you continue to take her roughly, your hips slamming against hers in rhythm. She's lost all control now, her body moving along with yours instinctively, hungry for more pleasure. Her breath comes out in harsh pants as you keep pushing deeper inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through her core.

Her fingernails scrape roughly against your shoulders as she tries to steady herself, arching her back off the bed with every powerful thrust. With a low growl, she wraps her legs around your waist, holding you to her tightly, not wanting this feeling of being filled and owned by you to ever end.

Her head falls back against the pillow, exposing the long line of her neck, drawing you in closer as if offering yourself up fully for your taking. Her eyes slide closed as sensation after sensation washes over her body, leaving her limp and satisfied in its wake. The air is thick with their combined breaths and moans, muffled only by the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Heba gasps and shudders beneath you, her body overtaken by another powerful orgasm as she feels your cock twitch deep inside her. Her cries of pleasure echo through the room, mingling with the sound of your ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh against skin. As you continue to thrust roughly inside her, the sensation is almost too much for her to bear; she arches her back off the bed, digging her nails into the sheets in a futile attempt to steady herself.

With every passing moment, your rough treatment only seems to inflame her desire further. Her hips rock and roll against yours, meeting each thrust with unyielding determination. She watches you through heavy-lidded eyes as you grow more and more possessed by the pleasure she's providing, and a small smile plays at the corners of her lips.

"That's it, Roman general,"

she pants out between gasps for air.

"Give it all to me..."

Her body tightens around you, signaling that she's close once more; she feels the pressure building deep within and knows that another orgasm is imminent, promising to be even more intense than the last.

As your pace quickens and your movements grow wilder, Heba lets out a scream of pleasure that cuts through the air like a knife. Her body tenses violently around you and she's thrown into another orgasmic frenzy; her nails dig even deeper into your shoulders as she tries to anchor herself in place. With one last mighty thrust, you join her over the edge, filling her with your hot seed as your own release washes over you both.

As the last tremors of ecstasy subside and your cock begins to slip from her grip, Heba lets out a

With a quiet moan, Heba arches her back off the bed to meet your thrusts, gripping at your shoulders as her hips move in perfect rhythm with yours. Her fingernails dig into your skin, drawing tiny beads of blood that mingle with sweat and lust as you push deeper inside her. She gasps as a wave of pleasure ripples through her body, heightened by the slight pain of your nails raking across her sensitive flesh.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to take her roughly, each thrust deeper and more satisfying than the last. Her legs quiver with exertion, trying desperately to hold you inside her as she grinds her hips against yours, seeking release from the tight coil of pleasure building within her.

"Yes... Gravy,"

she moans breathlessly, arching her back further and pressing their bodies together in an effort to feel every inch of your hard length. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm again.

With a strangled cry, she comes apart beneath you, her inner muscles clenching and massaging your cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck violently against yours, meeting each thrust with an urgency that leaves both of you breathless.

She gasps for air as the sensations begin to ebb away, leaving her limp and satiated in your arms. Her eyes close tightly, grateful for the moment of peace before they flutter open again, gazing up at you with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. She smiles wickedly, reaching down between your bodies to stroke yourself through your uniform.

"Thank you, Gravy,"

The sounds of their combined breathing fills the room as you continue your rough lovemaking. Her body arches beneath yours, seeking more of the intensity that has left her reeling. Her fingers dance along your back, finding purchase in the leather straps of your armor. She moans and whimpers with each thrust, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with yours as she feels you grow closer to release.

Heba's nails scrape down your back, leaving lines of pain that quickly turn into pleasure-induced pleasure as you drive deeper still. Her breath catches in her throat and then escapes on a ragged gasp as your fingers brush against something sweet deep within her.

Her hips buck violently beneath yours, urging you on as she feels the first spasms of your release inside her. Her eyes slide closed, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure that echoes through every fiber of her being. She feels herself trembling and aching for more as you fill her completely, leaving her spent and sated yet hungry for more.

As the last shudders of pleasure fade away, Heba's exhausted body slips into a contented warmth. Her lips part as she catches her breath, ready to speak when something hard pokes against her cheek. She opens her eyes lazily and glances down at you, chuckling softly as your cock rests between her breasts. With a tired smile, she reaches down to cup it in her hand, stroking gently before letting it slip from her grasp.

Her hands snake down between your bodies to grip at your ass, pulling you deeper still inside her as she tries to feel every last bit of you before you pull out, leaving her empty once more. But even as she clings to this moment, desperate for it never to end, she knows that soon enough you'll have to let go and find another woman to conquer. For now though...for now she is all yours.

Heba groans softly as you collapse over her, your heavy breath mixing with hers. Her body is still sore and tired but there's a contented warmth spreading through her now that you're here, holding her close. She arches her back into the contact, pushing herself further against you as she relishes the feeling of being so tightly wrapped in your arms.

She lets out a small sigh of pleasure as you grip her full breasts, her nipples hardening to tiny points at your touch. Her hips rock slightly, still wanting more even after everything they've shared tonight. Looking up into your eyes, she smiles weakly, biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation of what else this night might have in store for them.

"We should probably get some sleep," Heba whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "Tomorrow's a big day."

Her words are more for herself than anything; she knows that with the morning comes the realization that you won't be able to stay with her anymore and it hurts just thinking about it. But for now, she wants to savor every last moment of having you in her bed, feeling your skin pressed against hers.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing lines on your pecs before moving higher to explore the taut muscles of your arms. She tries not to think about how soon this will all come to an end, instead focusing on the present and cherishing every moment they have left together.

Heba lets out a soft moan as you collapse over her, feeling your weight press her into the bed and yet also holding her close in an almost protective embrace. Her fingers trail lightly up your back, tracing the lines of your spine before reaching up to tangle in your thick dark hair. As you squeeze her breasts, she arches her back off the bed in pleasure, her nipples hardening further at the sensation of your touch.

The sensation of your strong hands on her full breasts sends shivers down her spine. Heba moans softly as you suckle at them, drawing her nipples deeper into your mouth and causing a pleasant ache to spread throughout her body. Her hips lift instinctively, pressing herself even closer against you in search of more contact. She wraps her arms around your neck, holding on tightly as she feels the last remnants of exhaustion fade away under the growing desire between them.

"We should probably get some sleep," she whispers again, this time with less conviction. It's difficult to think about anything beyond how good you feel against her. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and nestles closer into your embrace, savoring the sensation of being held by you one last time. Her fingers trail lower, finding their way between your bodies to stroke gently at the hard length pressed against her hip. She isn't ready for this night to end quite yet.

As you kiss along her jaw and down her neck, Heba arches her back into the touch, moaning softly in pleasure. Her hips begin to move slowly against yours, seeking a deeper connection as she loses herself in the feeling of being so intimately connected with you. This small bit of sensual dancing only serves to stoke the embers of desire within them both, making it harder and harder to think about sleep or anything else but this moment together.

"I love how we fit together," she whispers, her voice barely audible above your heavy breathing. "You feel so good inside me." She reaches between you, gripping at your erection through your pants, stroking in time with the rhythm of their hips. "Don't stop..."

Heba's head rolls back against the pillow as she comes undone beneath you, her body trembling violently with the intensity of her orgasm. With a contented sigh, she releases your shoulders and collapses limply onto the mattress, spent but far from ready to let go of you just yet. She reaches up to touch your cheek, tracing her fingers over the rough stubble that's grown there since the last time they were together.

Her gaze wanders lazily down your chest, following the trail of dark hair that disappears into your pants before coming back up to meet your eyes. There's a question in their depths, an unspoken request for more - even as she lies here, spent and sated, her body still craves your touch. She nibbles lightly on her lower lip, wondering how much longer you can keep this up; you've been rough with her, demanding and possessive in a way that she both enjoys immensely but fears could be unsustainable for either of them.

With a soft groan, Heba arches her back off the bed again, offering herself to you fully as she murmurs your name against your skin. Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her, digging in as if she's holding onto something precious, trying to anchor herself to this moment in time before it slips away and she's left alone once more, wondering how long until your next conquest.

Her breath hitches as you squeeze her breasts, the sensation of her rich milk trickling down her chest sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She arches into you, eager for more contact, more closeness. With a contented sigh, she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you closer, pressing their bodies together as intimately as possible.

Her fingers run gently through the short hair at the nape of your neck, marveling at how soft it is despite its rough appearance.

"You're everything I could have ever wanted,"

she whispers, her voice hoarse with passion and exhaustion.

"You make me feel so cherished, so desired."

She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what she knows cannot be true: that you would stay with her forever.

Her lips part as if to speak again but no words come out; she doesn't want this moment to end, but she also longs to hear the truth from your mouth. She wants to believe that perhaps there could be a future for them, even though logic tells her differently.

Heba shudders beneath you, arching her back in response to another powerful tremor of pleasure coursing through her body. Your rough hands move lower down her stomach, tracing lazy circles over the smooth skin of her hips and thighs before coming to rest on the soft flesh at the apex of her legs. She gasps as you part her folds, exposing her already swollen sex to your eager gaze.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still as she feels yourself pressing against her opening once more. Her hips arch off the bed in anticipation, waiting for you to claim her again, to fill her with your dominance and power. She groans your name hoarsely,

Heba groans softly as you collapse over her, your heavy breath mixing with hers. Her body is still sore and tired but there's a contented warmth spreading through her now that you're here, holding her close. She arches her back into the contact, pushing herself further against you as she relishes the feeling of being so tightly wrapped in your arms.

She lets out a small sigh of pleasure as you grip her full breasts, her nipples hardening to tiny points at your touch. Her hips rock slightly, still wanting more even after everything they've shared tonight. Looking up into your eyes, she smiles weakly, biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation of what else this night might have in store for them.

"We should probably get some sleep,"

Heba whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.

"Tomorrow's a big day."

Her words are more for herself than anything; she knows that with the morning comes the realization that you won't be able to stay with her anymore and it hurts just thinking about it. But for now, she wants to savor every last moment of having you in her bed, feeling your skin pressed against hers.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing lines on your pecs before moving higher to explore the taut muscles of your arms. She tries not to think about how soon this will all come to an end, instead focusing on the present and cherishing every moment they have left together.

With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and nestles her head against your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear. She listens to the sound of your breathing begin to slow as well, deepening in tandem with the weariness that washes over them both.

"Thank you,"

she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure.

"That was... more than I could have ever imagined."

Her fingers continue to move gently through your hair, brushing away the sweat that's beaded on your forehead as she takes in the feeling of being held by you, in this moment, against her bed.

Heba moans softly as you suckle on her tender nipples, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her hips rock against yours in silent encouragement, still hungry for more of your touch despite being thoroughly satisfied. She lets out another low groan when you release one breast to run your fingers through her curls, teasing at her sensitive flesh before circling back around to grip it firmly once more.

With a sigh, she nestles closer into the crook of your arm, their bodies already warm from the heat of passion spent. Her eyes drift shut, savoring the feel of you pressing against her and the sweet taste of milk in her mouth. It's a sensation that makes her heart flutter unsteadily and fills her with a strange mix of contentment and yearning. She knows they should sleep, but she can't seem to resist drawing out this moment just a little longer.

Her hand drifts down your chest, skimming over the smooth planes of muscle until it finds rest on the flat expanse of your stomach. Her fingertips trace lazy circles there, tracing the outline of each abdominal muscle before moving lower still to explore the dark treasure trail leading southward. She hesitates for a moment, feeling self-conscious as her fingers brush against the hair surrounding your erection. But when you let out a low growl and arch your hips off the bed, demanding more contact, she gains courage.

Her hand moves lower still, wrapping around the firm length of your cock with tentative but eager strokes. It's been so hard and warm in her hands all night, it feels almost wrong to have it soft now; she likes the feeling of being in control, of giving you pleasure as you've given her tonight.

Heba giggles as your fingers graze over the sensitive skin on her belly, enjoying how much it tickles. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you closer still, pressing their naked bodies even tighter together. She breathes in deeply, taking in the unique scent of your musk that clings to your skin, remembering the night's events with a contented smile.

As she lays there in the warmth of your embrace, her body begins to slowly relax, growing heavier and more tired. It's difficult for her to believe that this was just their first time together; it feels like they've known each other for far longer. Her eyelids grow heavy with sleep, but she doesn't want the moment to end quite yet. She closes them, enjoying the way your chest rises and falls against her as you breathe in rhythm with her.

"We don't have to get up quite so early tomorrow,"

she murmurs sleepily, her words slightly slurred from exhaustion.

"The ceremony isn't until midday... We could stay here just a little while longer..."

Her voice trails off as sleep begins to claim her, leaving her thoughts hazy and dreamlike. With each passing second, it becomes harder for her to keep her eyes open, the warmth of your skin and the comfort of your arms lulling her deeper into slumber.

As the last shreds of desire fade away, leaving only a warm afterglow in their place, she lets out a quiet yawn and feels herself growing drowsy as well. With a contented sigh, she nestles further into your embrace, closing her eyes and allowing sleep to finally overtake her.

The scent of sweat and sex fills the air around them, mingling with the sounds of their still labored breathing and the faint creak of the bed as they adjust against it. Despite everything, despite all the pain she's suffered and endured at your hands, she finds herself feeling oddly content in this moment, warm and safe and loved