You're Mine

Yet another putatively normal day for the empress Cleopatra, being attended to her bathing chambers by multiple guards and her particular slaves and caretakers.

As the cold water falls on her, soothing her hot body and making her feel commodity in her lower region, she notices commodity, someone.

A royal slave, caching, watching her bathe.

She shouts in surprise and wrathfulness and orders her guards to get the man. They catch him after a chase and bring her to the dressed and decorated empress,

She feels shocked at the sight of him and asks him what made him feel like he could commit such a sin and not sweat for his life.

He replies with his skittish voice that he didn't intend to do it but her beauty just didn't let his eyes look down.

She was just about to order his death after hearing that lousy reason but she stops suddenly, her eyes lock onto commodity, commodity she could see from the corner of her eye the entire time but ignored it, until she didn't.

The slave's howler was still complete. She rises from her throne and comes in front of the man on his knees, holds him by his gumshoe and makes him stand back over.

"Shameless critter" she says, "your nuisance knows no bounds"

She went on screaming at him but it was all a façade.

Her hands were enthralled stroking his gumshoe as she spoke.

She was angry but her body couldn't deny him.

The man with his skittish voice had a big surprise kept down.

She orders the guards to leave her alone and let her deal with him alone.

As soon as they get out of her sight, she continues speaking, "your discourteousness to the empress is no joke, but your gumshoe, I can't get my hand off of it."

She orders him to kneel down again, "your unfaithfulness needs to be penalized."

She strips him off of the one piece of sick apparel, revealing his gumshoe in all its glory.

She lifts her bottom off the ground and pushes him down by his casket and brings her bottom down to his gumshoe, rubbing it with her sole.

She claims to be chastising him but it was the sweetest defeat the man had ever felt. He lets out a wail which makes Cleopatra review her opinions but her body doesn't follow. She's in her own elatedness.

She orders him to get up and relieve her of all the jewellery, beautifiers and apparel, he follows like the biddable slave that he is, taking them all off piece by piece and her body growing warmer by the alternate.

She makes another move, so nippy that neither of them realises what she did. Her hand at the reverse of the slave's head, holding him by his hair, pushing him onto her oversights, ordering him to stink on them.

He doesn't relax off, making it his job to satisfy the empress, to make up for his mistake.

She can't get enough of it. She touches herself in excitement as the slave makes love to her. Buried in them, lost in them.

She takes his head down from her and looks him into his eyes and says, "be my throne."

As she lays him flat on the ground, claiming his face as her royal seat, sitting on it, grinding her hips against his face.

Her authorities are flowing far and wide, getting everything it touches wet. She can't stop herself; she doesn't want to stop herself.

Once

doubly

Thrice

She cums on his face three times without catching a break, feeling like she'll tear herself piecemeal but she couldn't watch less.

The slave forgetting about everything differently. There's no intent of saving himself, there's no intent of making up for anything presently. He just wants to pleasure her, he's devoted. She's his goddess now.

He'll do anything in his power to please her.

She gets off his face, hunger and haste trickling from her eyes. She takes a step back and squats down again.

"Give me all of you" she says and so he does. She moans, louder and louder, briskly and briskly. She can't stop it. Her brain has stopped working.

Her body has full control of everything now, the slave and the empress likewise.

Riding him like she knows nothing differently but pleasing her cat. She takes up all of it, the struggle is veritably clear but clearer are her intentions of not letting him go.

She lays herself down on the slave, tired, heaving for air.

The slave turns her around. She's at the bottom, he's at the top, "let me please you, my empress" he says. Her body against the ground and his gumshoe against her burro. In and out, again and again.

She's another realm and he's with her there, the only two curiosities.

They're making life, breaking each other down and erecting each other again and again, with each stroke.

He sees white. Everything a blur but at the same time it's clear as day. He came inside of her.

His cargo discovering from her cat down the knees and also to the ankles. She doesn't care. She can't use her legs anyway. Her body is in shock of pure satisfaction.

She gains herself back for a moment, utters one thing and also crumbles in his hands. The last thing she demanded to say to him.

"You're mine"