“Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

She had spoken in that commanding voice that I had come to know and love. With sadness in my heart, I obliged her, finally bringing the full force of my ample cock down upon her beautiful pussy.

As always, she matched my every thrust with equal power until we moved together in perfect harmony; closer and closer to the golden pinnacle of pleasure. The lust in my eyes was well known to her but I carefully hid the growing anguish in my heart on that last day of her life.

She cried out, her back arched and her hands gripped the gold embroidered coverlet with all her might. I felt her delicious pussy clench my cock and pulse again and again as wave after wave of radiance swept through her sacred body. At last, she rested.

One look from those divine eyes then granted me leave to ease my burden and for a brief moment, I too gathered the scattered petals of pleasure. She felt my seed flood into the sacred place where the profane should never enter. But alas her noble lovers were all gone. Tranquil moments passed until quietly she asked,

“Have you brought the snake?”

“Yes, majesty, and I have treated it cruelly as you instructed. It is with your handmaidens.”

“Good. May the old gods forgive us. Go now and ask Charmian and Iras to bring it to me.”

“I will….. Farewell, my queen.”