>Be you
>Be mayor of small town
>It’s quaint, nothing fancy, but it’s a good community
>Catch wind of someone new moving in
>Apparently, some really exotic cat who was pretty popular back where she’s from
>Decide to visit her the day she moves in
>Knock on her door
>She opens up
>You’re not exactly sure what you were expecting, but now you know what the others meant by ‘exotic’
>She definitely has an Egyptian theming about her, with her jewelry and general facial features bringing to mind images of ancient pharaoh tombs
>You can’t see much of the room behind her, but you can see that the wallpaper and a few unboxed pieces of furniture have a similar aesthetic
>Besides that, she’s yellow and blue all over, wearing a white dress that stops just above the knees
>It also seems a little tight on her
>Really tight, actually
>It wraps around her very snugly, highlighting all of her curves very vividly and leaving little to the imagination
>Despite yourself your mind wanders off a little as you stare at her
>You come to when she impatiently asks, “Can I help you?”
>Somewhat embarrassed, you look back at her face
>She gazes a hole into your soul as she stares at you with a bemused slight frown
>You clear your throat and hope to recover this first impression as you start speaking
>”Uh, hi, my name is Anon. I’m the mayor of this town, and I just wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood.”
>”Oh? The mayor?”
>Her facial expression subtly, although it’s so subtle you’re not sure what it’s supposed to portray
>She seemed to contemplate something for a few moments before turning back to you
>”Well, it’s an honor to be welcomed by such a distinguished member of the community”
>”Though I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, because it’s me, after all,” she adds, a little quieter
>You ignore her pompous remark and take the compliment as it is
>You giggle and blush slightly
>”Th-that’s really overselling. At most, I put up a sign or bench every now and then.”
>”And besides, it’s a small town. There’s not many people to interact with or things to deal with, so I don’t see any reason why I wouldn’t greet you today.”
>She hums and shifts her body the other way, giving you a curious head-tilt
>”Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Ankha. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Anon. You seem like a fine man to chat with, but I’m afraid I’m much too busy to talk today. You know, unpacking and all that. What say you come over tomorrow for a friendly, and we can get better acquainted then.”
>”I’d love to. But do you want some help unpacking? It seems like you have a lo-”
>”Thank you, but I insist I do it myself. If you have nothing else to say, then I bid you farewell.”
>”Uh, okay. See you tomorrow, Ankha. It was meeting you.”
>”The feeling’s mutual. Goodbye.”
>She closes the door
>Well she’s… interested
>Snooty, arrogant, and perhaps even a little rude, but overall pleasant and friendly
>With a satisfied smile, you go on with the rest of your day
>Before you know it, that day ends the next one begins
>After running a few miscellaneous errands, you knock on Ankha’s door at roughly the same time as yesterday
>She opens the door again, looking similar to how she did yesterday
>”Oh, Anon. Welcome! I’m happy you could arrive,” She said while clasping her hands and smiling
>You don’t know what it is about it, but her demeanor is somewhat… off
>Like it’s just an act
>You mentally shake it off, thinking maybe she’s just trying extra hard to a good, friendly hostess
>”Trust me, my schedule’s pretty loose. Making time for this wasn’t a hassle at all.”
>”Well, that’s good. Come inside, I’ve prepared some tea for us.”
>”Really? Thanks, I’d love that.”
>She retreats into her living room and you follow, closing the door behind you
>It turns out that she’s really sticking to this Egyptian theme
>Pyramids, sphynxes, a replica sarcophagus (at least, you hope it is), torches, old looking pottery, even the floor and wallpaper subscribes to the look
>It almost creeps you out, but you suppose it’s not wrong for someone to be interested with something
>Even if you do think it’s a little much
>”Please, make yourself at home.”
>You take a seat on the sofa, one of the only non-Egyptian pieces of furniture in the room, though it still looks pretty antiquated
>On a nearby table, she pours tea from a kettle into a couple fancy looking cups
>”This is an old brew from my home. I do hope you like it.”
>You thank her as she hands you your cup
>You take a sip
>It’s not what you're used to, but you don’t dislike it either. You suppose it would be an acquired taste
>”It’s not half bad. You said this is from your home, right? Could you tell me a little bit about it?
>At this point, she’s sat down on an armchair adjacent to you, holding her own cup in her hands
>”Oh, there’s not much to talk about I’m afraid. It’s far from here. A dessert, so much less greenery than this town.”
>”I imagine so,” you remark as you take another sip
>”It was a nice enough place,” she continued, “but truth be told, I didn’t feel like I could grow there. I couldn’t get what I needed or wanted, because I was being held back by that place. So, I came here in search of a better life.”
>You take yet another sip from your cup, leaving it almost empty
>”Well, that’s not usual. Lots of people feel that way. In fact, that’s how I felt when I came here. I know it’s not too much, but this town’s a pretty good place. The community’s tight-knit and cozy, and if you know where to look, there’s a lot of good oppurtu-”
>You cut yourself as a strange feeling shoots all throughout your body
>You head goes fuzzy
>You can’t think straight
>You feel like gravity’s been increased tenfold
>All the while, Ankha silently stares at you
>You can’t quite describe the look on her face
>Cold?
>Smug?
>Predatory?
>Those are the best you can think of right now
>Wordlessly, she places down her cup and gets out of her chair
>”...Ankha?”
>”I wouldn’t recommend moving around too much,” is all she has to say as she locks the door and shuts all of the blinds
>”What’s going on?”
>She turns to you as she closes the last of the blinds
>Her icy glare would make you shiver if you could
>She confidently strolled towards you, swaying her wide hips with every step
>”We wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt us, now would we?”
>”What are you doing? What’s goi-”
“Ssshhhhh,” she shushed. It felt like it should have been comfortable, but your mind wouldn’t let you relax, even if your muscles were
>”Calm down. All I did was give you a little potion. Don’t worry, it’s nothing dangerous. Just a little something to make you more, hmm… compliant.”
>You could only gape in confusion. What the hell did Ankha want with you?
>”There’s a few effects to that particular potion, made just for you,” she explained. “First, as you’ve noticed, it relaxes the muscles, making sure you don’t move around too much, which would obviously be a big hindrance to me.”
>Okay, now you’re getting really worried. Ankha obviously has something in store for you, and you’re getting more and more sure it’s not anything good
>”Secondly, it makes you less sharp and aware, letting you be more open to suggestion and, let’s say, other stimuli.”
>If you were worried before, now you’re terrified. You can only hope what she’s planning isn’t lethal
>”And finally, the third effect… hmm… well, I suppose there’s no point being polite about it. The third effect is an aphrodisiac.”
>Your eyes shot open as you finally realized what’s going on. Despite your lethargic body, you begin to panic and struggle.
>”N-no way! NO! You can’t… You won’t… Let me out! Let me out right now, you psychoti-”
>”I said calm down.” Her voice wasn’t raised, but it was noticeably much harsher and more assertive than previously
>She stands in front of you and bows down so your faces are level with each other
>She cups your chin with one hand and tightly squeezes your shoulder with the other
>”You want to know the real reason I left my home, Anon?”
>You didn’t respond, but she answered anyway
>”It’s because I wasn’t being treated like the queen I really am there. They saw me as common. Ordinary. Nothing but a dirty, lowlife peasant. I wouldn’t stand for that , of course, so I came here in search of loyal subjects. So imagine my pleasant surprise when I found out that the leader of this vulgar, backwater little village was nothing but a passive, spineless imbecile who thought only with his cock.”
>You can’t believe what you’re hearing
>Now you know why her little ‘pleasant’ act was so off putting to you
>Because that’s exactly what it was
>An act
>You’re no psychologist, but you’re sure that she has some sort of sociopathy (or worse)
>When you get out, you’re making sure she never comes anywhere near this village ever again
>She roughly shoves you to away from her as she walks back to her seat
>”My body alone probably could make you my servant, but it never hurts to take full measures
>She sits down and points to a spot on the floor
>”On your knees. Kneel before me.”
>At a complete loss for words, you merely shake your head in defiance
>”I said…”
>She leans towards you
>Are you seeing this right?
>Her eyes are… glowing? Purple? What the hell is this cat?
>”...kneel.”
>Involuntarily, your body moves
>You can only sputter uselessly as you take a knee before Ankha
>She stares down at you
>Her eyes cold and smug, like she knows she’s already won
>And as much as you don’t want to admit it, you’re starting to think so too
>”Who exactly do you take me for, Anon? An idiot? Another one of the docile whelps that populate this lowly little hamlet? Hmm?”
>You don’t answer, just stare at her with a face currently too useless to make expressions. She continues on, anyway
>”I saw you staring at me. At my body. I could feel the lust enshrouding your mind. Your soul.”
>You avert your eyes in shame
>”Look at me.”
>You turn to face her again, blushing
>”Don’t feel ashamed. I know what I am. Beautiful. Everyone knows so too, whether they’d like to admit it or not. Every single part of me is immaculate, and you know why that is?”
>Again, she doesn’t wait for your answer
>”It’s because I’m a queen, and queens like me have beauty the likes of which peasants could never obtain. It’s not an insult, just the way the world is, and how it should be. You think so too, don’t you? That’s why you jumped at the chance to assist me. You want- no, need to serve a queen. It’s in your nature as a peasant to serve
>”I-I was jus-”
>”’Just trying to be polite’? Don’t kid yourself.”
>See leans down to focus her gaze on you more intensely
>”I see it in your eyes. You were born to submit. Somebody like you was never meant to be a leader. You were made to follow. Let me help you fulfill your purpose. Relinquish to me your power, your pride, yourself, and in exchange I will soothe the spiritual ache you’ve felt your entire life.”
>You don’t know what to do
>You don’t know what to say
>Everything’s that happening and everything’s she’s saying is way too much information to take in, especially in your current state
>You’ve never felt so lost in all your life
>You start questioning who you are
>Your lot in life
>What everything really means
>Your drugged mind is clouded with an endless stream of confused, conflicting, and outright contradictory thoughts
>”Still unsure? It’s alright. I’ll help you. Answer me this; I’m a queen, aren’t I?”
>”Ummm… Uhh…”
>”Say, ‘Yes, Lady Ankha. I knew from the moment I saw you that you deserve nothing less than utter reverence’.”
>Unable to think of anything else to do or say, you have no choice but to obey and repeat
>”Y-yes, Lady Ankha,” you mumble half heartedly. “I knew from the moment I saw you that… that… uh…”
>Her eyes flashed that purple glow again
>”You deserve…”
>You’re suddenly more alert and feel more sure of what your saying
>”You deserve nothing less than utter reverence.”
>”Very good. Now, since I’m a queen and therefore above common folk, you would agree that I am the most beautiful, intelligent, talented, powerful, majestic, regal, and all around amazing creature you’ve ever laid eyes upon, wouldn’t you?”
>”Yes.”
>The answer comes almost instinctively, you don’t even take a moment to think about it.
>And the words keep pouring out without conscious effort
>”I thought I’ve felt love before, but within seconds of meeting, I knew you were the only worthy of lov- no, worship. I didn’t know who I was until I met you, and now I know, my fate is to be yours and yours alone.”
>Ankha releases her smug expression for a moment to show surprise, but quickly puts her poker face back on
>”Well done. Now, as I’m royalty, and you’re not, tell me; what exactly does that make you?”
>You think back to what she said about herself and others
>About how they were unclean
>Dirty
>Common
>Peasants
>”I’m a peasant, your majesty. I was born beneath you, and I will live the rest of my life beneath you. I will serve you to my last breath, because that is my role as a common peasant.”
>”Excellent. You learn fast and you learn well, peasant. I am pleased.”
>You feel a great warmth as she praises you
>A part of you feels so happy you could cry
>”But words can only prove so much. Let your actions speak for themselves.”
>You stay in position, eagerly awaiting her command
>She stretches a leg out towards you
>”Serve me. Debase yourself. Lick my feet.”
>You suddenly have a moment of clarity again
>The apprehension is faint and diluted, but still potent enough to make you hesitate
>”Ankha… I…”
>The glow returns
>”You dare defy your queen?”
>You snap back into your subservient mindset
>”No, your majesty! Please, forgive me.”
>”It’s alright, just make sure you obey me utterly going forward. Now continue with your task.”
>”Yes, queen.”
>Dutifully, you grab the presented foot and get to work
>You start by giving soft licks from the bottom of the sole to the top
>You don’t dwell on the taste too much, as the feeling of pleasing Lady Ankha is what occupies most of your mind
>You don’t dislike the taste, but even if you did, you would lick it with the same fervor
>After all, they are your queen’s feet
>After getting most of the sole wet, plant light kisses all around it
>When your done with that, you spend some time sucking on her toes, releasing one with a *POP* and moving on to the next
>You repeat the process with the other foot
>You occasionally glance up to gauge her reaction, but she only motions you to keep going, so you do
>After she’s satisfied, she pulls her feet back and away from you, to your slight dismay
>”Very good. Now, stand up straight.”
>Despite the decreased strength in your muscles, you shoot right up for your queen
>She stands up in turn, sizing you up from head to toe
>”Strip down completely naked for me, peasant.”
>The light apprehension returned in you, but this time, you don’t even get a word in as the glow in her eyes returns also
>”Strip.”
>Within about a minute, you shirt, pants, underwear, socks and shoes are in a pile next to you, leaving you naked as the day you were born
>She stares intently at you, particularly at your groin
>”You're much bigger than I thought, peasant. I might get some pleasure out of this after all.”
>You blush at the compliment, a big stupid grin on your face
>Following your lead she takes off her robe and necklace as well, though keeping the snake charm on her head on
>You’re in awe
>You admit you haven’t seen that many naked women, but you can’t imagine many could look as good as Ankha does
>Where do you even start
>Her breasts are much bigger than they initially appeared in her robe
>You’re pretty sure she at least has E-cups, but you wouldn’t be surprised if they’re bigger than that
>You can’t see too much of it, but from the way she’s standing, you can tell her ass is pretty big too
>Propping it up are two deliciously thick thighs, and between those, a tight and appealing pussy
>You feel similar to how you did staring at her yesterday, but that feeling of lust is magnified by 100 times
>You wonder if it’s the aphrodisiac taking effect, the fact she’s so beautiful, or (more likely) both
>She does nothing for a few moments, leaving you to take some time and enjoy the view
>Eventually, she steps closer to you and caresses you your arms and chest
>”I can sense your need to serve. How you wish to please me. But what if I told you I could please you”
>You do a small double take at that
>”R-really, Lady Ankha? You mean that?”
She runs a finger from your neck down to the bottom of your stomach as she wraps her tail around your dick
>”But of course.”
>You’re caught by surprise as she does this
>So much surprise, in fact, that you lose balance and fall to your knees
>Gracefully, Ankha sidesteps your clumsy tumble, barely even reacting
>”Hmm. Actually, that position is better for our purposes. Stay right there, peasant.”
>No time to recover, your back to following instructions
>”Yes, your majesty.”
>She’s not particularly tall, but her standing over you combined with her overall larger-than-life demeanor makes you feel like she’s towering over you
>You wince in pleasure as she places a damp foot on your dick
>”Tell me something, Anon. Do you feel ashamed being treated this way?”
>You’re unsure what to say
>Truthfully, it is more than a little humiliating to be made into nothing but a servant like this
>But at the same time, you love the feeling of making your queen happy
>You’re unsure how to answer, both to Ankha and yourself
>”It’s okay, be honest. I won’t be mad if you say yes.”
>”...Yes, Lady Ankha. It’s embarrassing.”
>”Why? You’re serving your queen. That’s your purpose. What shame is there in serving your purpose?”
>You consider her words as she continues to grind her foot on your penis
>It made sense, now that you think about it
>She was your queen, and you needed to appease her, no matter the request
>”Yes… Of course. You’re right, queen.”
>”Good. Now that you have a better idea of your place…”
>She takes her foot off and replaces it with her tail
>”...we can move on to more ‘advanced’ lessons.”
>Once again, she wraps her tail around your dick, but this time, she gingerly strokes it as she does so
>You moan in ecstasy as she stimulates you
>She goes at just the right pace
>Not too slow that you can barely feel anything
>Not too fast that you come too close to orgasm too quickly
>Not only that, but the texture of her fur and the tightness of her grip feels like it’s enough to drive you wild
>You’re not sure how long goes by exactly, and you’re too distracted to even care
>For the longest time, neither of you say anything, her continually rubbing your cock, and you only occasionally letting out a moan of pleasure
>Finally, after what feels like ages, she speaks up again
>”You love getting pleasured by your queen, don’t you, peasant?”
>”Yes, queen. You’re simply amazing.”
>”Good. But you do realize that this pleasure is merely a privilege I am bestowing unto you, right? That you are here for my entertainment, not the other way around?”
>O-of course, Lady Ankha. Say the words, and I’ll do anything you ask.”
>”Good. Let’s just hope that when the time comes to please…”
>She releases your dick, but quickly wraps her tail back around it as she turns around
>”...Your performance can match your enthusiasm.”
>Your suspicions about her ass being great is confirmed, though given the fact it’s Ankha’s you wonder if there was ever any room for doubt
>It’s a perfectly sculpted mixture of fat and muscle, and with her tail raised you catch a few glimpses of her tight, pink hole too
>The sight brings you closer to the edge, and it’s only compounded by Ankha picking up the pace, apparently ready to make you cum
>It only takes about a few minutes until you feel an orgasm quickly approaching
>”Unf… Your majesty, I… I…”
>Suddenly and silently, she shoves your head into her taint just before you finish
>As you get a noseful of anal and vaginal musk that you’re not ready for, you cum, spraying your seed with reckless abandon
>Ankha holds you in that position for a few seconds before releasing you onto the floor
>You take moment to mentally and physically recover, taking some gasps for air as your cock goes flaccid
>Ankha merely stares down at you for the longest time until she places the same foot that jerked you off on your rising and falling chest
>”You came already? I didn’t even get my share of fun yet.”
>”Huff… Huff… I-I’m sorry…”
>She scoffs lightly
>”I suppose that’s what I get for placing faith in a common peasant. But don’t worry. I have a solution for such an issue.”
>Before you can wonder what she means by that, the snake charm on her head glows, and before you know it, you’re once again erect
>You sputter stupidly in shock and confusion
>”W-what? How did…?”
>”Magic. It’s not uncommon for people to learn such things back home, though it doesn’t seem like peasants here know much about it.”
>As she explains, she steps off of you and moves between your legs, kneeling down in front of your rehardened dick
>”You know, it’s been a long time since I indulged myself in base desires such as this, much less with someone as well-endowed as you.”
>As she speaks, she playfully swats it like a typical cat. Not so much to hurt, but more than enough to send a jolt of pleasure throughout your system with each swat
>”Ah. Thank you, Lady Ankha, it’s an hon-”
>You interrupt yourself with a gasp as she nuzzles your cock with her cheek
>Again, she does it, similar to a cat, although it’s not as affectionate as a cat would do it
>It’s more like she’s replacing your scent with her own, methodically and without attachment
>Not that you mind, of course
>When she finishes nuzzling you, she sandwiches your dick with both paws and looks you in the eye
>”I’m going to give you a choice, Anon.”
>You stay quiet and listen dutifully, not breaking eye contact with her
>”Either you reject me now, I release my hold on you, and you will wake up in your bed tomorrow morning, drawing whatever conclusion you wish, or…”
>She leers forward, leaving her breasts to hang just above your throbbing penis
>”...You fully submit to me, completely and utterly. Your mind, body, and spirit will be mine to use as I please, and you will cease being anything other than an extension of my will and power. What do you choose?”
>You don’t even think about your answer
>”I choose to submit.”
>”Are you sure? Once you do, everything that makes you you will be relinquished to me. You will stop being your own person. Is this truly the path you wish to take?”
>”Of course, Lady Ankha. I’ve never felt this warmth and joy before in my life, and I need more of it. If my free will and self-identity is the price to pay, so be it. Please, enslave me. I don’t want to be anything else but yours.”
>She smirks slightly, the first time you think you’ve seen even a hint of a genuine smile on her face since you two met
>”Good boy. I knew you’d make the right choice.”
>She shifts back to be in front of your dick again
>”Now, just relax. Focus only on me and your own pleasure. They’re the only things that matter right now.”
>Before you can say an affirmation of your understanding, she squishes your cock between her tits
>Heaven
>That’s the only word to describe the way it feels
>Soft
>Warm
>Snug
>It’s possibly the most comfortable you’ve ever felt, even if it’s just your penis
>”Look at me, Anon”
>Your attention snaps to her eyes immediately
>As she rolls your cock around between her breasts, the odd purple glow in her eyes as she gives the head quick, tentative licks
>It’s an odd sensation, though not entirely unpleasant. Her feline tongue being rough against your sensitive flesh
>With each lick, you feel something shifting from deep within you
>Your not sure what, and you’re far too distracted to really care
>Besides, if Lady Ankha is doing this, it must be for your own good, right?
>After a few dozen licks to your dickhead, she stops and lets go of her breasts
>You watch as they jiggle back in place on her body
>You start to let out a disappointed whine as she engulfs your penis in her mouth
>Now, that feline tongue was wrapped around the length of your cock, turning you into a quivering mess
>As it was when she was jerking you off with her tail, she seems to know the exact pace to go at while she deepthroats you
>That tongue seems to know the exact spot to move to make you feel good
>It’s almost too much to bear
>Each slurp draws out a little more precum
>Brings you a little closer to the edge
>But you never get too close to risk finishing too early
>After all, as Lady Ankha said, this was for her pleasure, not yours
>After what was probably an hour sucking, she was finally ready to let you finish again
>Her sucks became more forceful, your dick popping out only to be swallowed again
>Almost mechanically, her tongue and throat work to siphon your cum out of you by any means necessary
>You get closer and closer until finally, you cum again
>Ankha barely reacts, catching your load in her mouth and swallowing with ease
>She removes herself from your dick, letting flop onto your stomach with a wet *PLAP*
>Again, she gives you moment to catch your breath, then uses magic to bring you back to full stamina
>This time, she takes a seat on top of you
>She sits in way the doesn’t allow to penetrate her, merely squishing your cock against her thighs
>”Tell me, Anon. Have you ever had sex before?”
>You struggle to get the words out, the feeling of this much skin content overstimulating you to the point of lowering your ability for speech
>”Y-yes, your majesty,” you barely manage to choke out
>”Oh, really? Well then, I suppose you’re lucky to have me for your first time, aren’t you?”
>You try to speak, but can’t as she starts to grind her body back and forth against your cock
>It’s too much
>Way too much
>You start to hyperventilate
>In response, she gingerly strokes your chest
>Shhh. Sssshhhhhh. Come now, Anon. Deep breaths. Breathe.”
>She slows down her grinding, and you in turn slow down your breathing
>”Perhaps this position will better ease you into things.”
>She readjusts herself and clasps her thighs around your dick
>You feel the heat radiating from her pussy
>It’s so tantalizingly close, yet agonizingly far away
>You’ve never wanted anything before like you want to fuck her now
>But you know there’s no chance you can before getting the queen’s approval first
>You feel yourself start to drool
>”Don’t waste my time, peasant.”
>Pushing aside your greater desires, you start to gyrate your hips, masturbating yourself with the help of her thighs
>Some of Ankha’s juices get onto you move, only serving to make you more horny
>Again you come close, but this time, Ankha removes herself from you before you can, leaving you with an empty feeling of disappointment
>She again stands over your, looking at you with the cold, dominating expression with her arms crossed
>”I’d say you’re prepared for real intercourse now. Get ready.”
>You barely have time to register what she’s saying as she comes down on you completely
>You almost wail from pleasure as your dick disappears in her tight pussy
>Ankha, meanwhile, still gazing at you with condescending eyes and her arms still crossed, barely even reacting to you penetrating her
>Without much warning, she begins riding you, staring you in the eye as she goes up and down
>By this point, you know better than to break eye contact with her, so you focus your energy mainly on returning it
>”I must say, Anon,” she says after a bit of continuous riding, “Your girth and stamina is rather impressive. For a peasant, that is.”
>”Ah… Ah… Thank you, queen.”
>She then starts swaying alternately to the left and right as she rides, almost doubling the pleasure
>You feel like passing out, but somehow, she keeps you on the brink of consciousness for the entirety of it
>Eventually, though, she brings it to an end
>”I am close, peasant. And I get the feeling you are too. Why don’t we cum together?”
>You babble uselessly in response. Of course, even if you said no (although why the hell would you), it’s not your choice to make
>For the first time in a while, she changes her position, moving to pin down your shoulders as she intensifies her riding
>”Enjoy it, peasant. Absorb your everything into this pleasure. Accept anything I have to give you, even if yourself or others say not to. Become mine.”
>After a few more seconds of rough riding, you scream in pleasure as you cum yet again
>If she also came, she doesn’t do much to show it
>”Did you enjoy that, Anon.”
>”Of course, your majesty,” you say in a small and hoarse whisper
>”Good, because you’re nowhere close to being finished.”
>She gets up, your cum dribbling from her pussy as she does so
>As she once again hardens your dick, she squats down and touches it with her taint
>You watch her bounce one cheek at a time, teasing you
>”I told you, didn’t I? You’re nothing but a servant. A slave. A tool. You will serve me anyway I please, and if I want you to come over and over and over again, then you will do it without question. Is that clear, peasant?”
>You don’t answer as you’re too distracted with everything else around you
>Everything besides you and Ankha fade away into yellow and blue spirals. You have no idea what’s happening
>”Uh, Lady Ankha? Wh-what’s…?”
>”Don’t worry about that. Focus on me. Me and your pleasure. Those are the only two things that are important to you right now. Now, answer me!”
“Y-yes, your majesty! Every part of me belongs to you. Use me as you see fit!”
>You let out another moan as she flexes your glutes around you and start jerking you off
>”Good. I hope you can last as long as I want you to, but either way, I’m not stopping. Enjoy.”
>Hours pass, and you continue to pleasure each other like no tomorrow
>It’s almost unreal how good she is at this
>She introduces you to methods and positions you never even thought about
>Your body’s going numb from all the pleasure, but it quickly gets addicted to it, so you don’t want it to stop
>Even going beyond the physical sense, your happy to serve your queen
>Every word of praise
>Every affectionate gesture
>It all makes you feel closer to your queen
>You feel like you could die happy doing nothing but this for the rest of your days
>But as much as you don’t want this to end, eventually, it has to
>The climax comes as she anally rides you cowgirl-style
>As she’s continually done during day, she maintains eye contact with her natural cold expression
>I must give credit where credit is due, peasant. You feel good.”
>”Th-th-thank you…”
>You can barely form words at this point
>She crosses her legs, supporting herself with one leg and her hands on your knees
>She looks even more regal than usual in that pose
>”How about this, Anon; After this town is fully under my spell and there’s no resistance to my rule, you will live the rest of your life as my throne. Would you like that, slave?”
>”Y-yes…”
>”I figured as much.”
>She lets go of your knees and begins moving about in some esoteric, ritualistic pattern while still riding
>You’re mesmerized by it
>Along with being mesmerized by Ankha in general
>It only now strikes you how much you love her
>But you don’t think too much about that, as before you know it, you cum again
>This time, both you and her seem to realize that your body’s finally succumbing to exhaustion, and that you can’t take anymore sex
>She rises up, letting your dick go from her ass and once again standing above you
>”I must say, Anon, you were more fun than I originally thought you would be. Tell me, do you regret becoming my slave, now?
>”Thank you, Lady Ankha. And no. In fact, I regret not being your slave sooner. I’ve never felt so loved.”
>”I’m happy to hear that.”
>She moves to the side of your head and kneels down, stroking your hair
>Here’s what’s gonna happen now, Anon. You’re going to go to sleep, and you will wake up tomorrow morning in your bed. Your mind won’t remember what happened today, but your body and soul will, and whether you consciously realize it or not, you will always be bound to me and always have the need to serve without question.”
>You frown slightly with the knowledge that you’ll forget what just happened
>She seems to sense your disappointment and responds quickly
>”Don’t worry, peasant. When the time is right, we will copulate again, just be patient until then, alright?”
>”A-alright, my queen.”
>She smiles, but this time, it’s warm. Affectionate. You nearly want to cry in joy as you see it.
>”You’ve been a dutiful and faithful servant, Anon. Thank you.”
>The big dumb smile returns as she plants a light kiss on your cheek
>Suddenly, your eyelids get very heavy
>”Until next time, my humble peasant. Sleep tight.”
>Those are the last words you hear before you fall unconscious
>
>You wake up in your bed, fully dressed in your pajamas
>You try to remember what happened
>You went to Ankha’s house, and then…
>Nothing
>You don’t remember anything after that
>Yet somehow, you’re not too concerned about it
>You tell yourself that, since you woke up safe in your bed, nothing bad must have happened
>You decide not to worry about, and so you get dressed and head outside
>You go about your normal day, blissfully unaware of what happened yesterday
>The next time you see Ankha, she’s sitting by herself on the beach
>When you see her, a strange feeling overcomes you
>You can’t quite describe it, but it certainly doesn’t feel bad
>You shake it off, and approach her
>”Hey, Ankha!”
>She turns and looks at you with a start
>”Oh, Anon! You scared me.”
>You chuckle somewhat awkwardly as you take a seat next to her
>”Sorry. Whatcha doing?”
>”Oh, nothing important. Just admiring the shore. You know, I didn’t see much of it until now. Wasn’t really a feature of my old home”
>The feeling surges through you again, and you can’t for the life of you understand why.
>Is it because it’s hot out?
>Is it because she’s attractive?
>Regardless, you swallow it down and try to control your breathing
>”I see. Well, how’re you liking the town so far?”
>”Just fine, thank you. There’s not too much to complain about. Although…”
>She places a paw on your shoulder
>You freeze and tense up, the feeling you had overtaking you completely
>Something about Ankha’s expression changes too, though you can’t quite say what
>Despite this, there’s an odd sense of comfort when you look at her
>You listen intently as she speaks
>”...there are a few suggestions I’d like to make.”