Caesar and Cleopatra

[ariosto]

The slow sliding movement of her moist petals up and down the length of his straining cock was a delicious torment that this Roman was finding increasingly hard to endure. Yet her lips were sweet as wild honey and her tongue was a small serpent of lust as it twined and teased with his own in the moist chamber of their mouths...
He wanted her NOW!...bur the wait...the wait...was worth the waiting. He was building up like Vesuvius and that was what he wanted. When the moment came he would fill this Queen, this woman, with a volcanic outpouring of his seed...he would flood the delta and impregnate it, making Egypt foerever the hand maiden of Rome.

"I'll have you now..."
His whisper was hoarse against her lips...
But her answer was only to continue the provacative motions of her body against his, though now they were more agressive, now he could feel her soft nether lips parting wider each time they caressed his throbbing erection...
Her breasts heaved against him...her nipples swept across his own, her hair fell about his face, smothering him in the fragrance of lotus blooms...
She was a wanton...she was better than any hetarii..better than the whores in the Garden of Daphne...where...how did one so young....

He broke!
His hands locked her hips in an iron vise and he lifted her in his powerful arms...looked into the pools of night that were her eyes...

"NOW!"
He said,
And pulled her down the full thick length of his veined cock, wet and glistening from the lacquer of her own arousal....

 

[Snork Maiden]

His strong hands clamped my hips as he forced his aching cock into my hot pussy. It’s magnificent head stretched me open, pressing against my entrance, yes I wanted this Roman inside me, to feel his thickness filling my vagina but not just yet. His smooth bulbous glans popped into me sliding fast into place as it burrowed into the warm silky wetness of my hungry pussy.

I shrieked with pleasure and surprise, feeling him impale me on his lance. There were things I had wanted to do before this moment but he had caught me unprepared. Now I squirmed on his twitching pole, feeling each throb of his arousal as I gripped him. A flood of my excitement oozed from between my legs bathing his hot fleshy shaft. I pressed down on his chest arching my body and throwing my head back.

I pressed my crotch hard against him driving him still deeper till his head pressed uncomfortably hard against my womb before slowly gyrating on him. His hand s reached around to hold my buttocks and he started to lift me on his cock. My upper thigh muscles tightened as I assisted, raising my self slowly on his cock until he was almost out of me allowed me to sink back down on to it slowly, feeling it press against the walls of my cunt, filling me completely. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ummm I moaned as the pleasurable sensation took the whole of my abdomen. The pace increased, rising and falling as he shafted my hot pussy, my breasts were on fire aching to be squeezed and teased as they bounced up and down hypnotically in front of him.

He was close I knew but I didn’t want him to come yet. My cunt squeezed his cock like a vice my hips rocked and ground in small circles and he raised and lowered me, his own hips began thrusting upwards under me pushing himself deep inside me.

I wanted him deeper. I wanted him to come so deep inside me, filling my womb with his seed. I quickly broke free from him rolling to the side and got onto my hands and knees, my enraged sex wet and glistening. ”Fuck Me mighty Caesar”, I moaned, my hand reaching back between my legs as I fingered my wet hole, ”Take me as a Roman Stallion would take an Arabian Mare”

 

[ariosto]

He was the stallion...she the mare.

NO...she's a lioness in heat...I've never seen the like of her.
He positioned himself, his member stiff and weeping...GODS!
Who leads and who follows...

Her body glowed, waxed in sweat as heated as his own.
The wind had died and the sultry night had invaded their souls.
Nothing was forbidden in the fevered flush of their coupling.
The Tiber and the Nile stood still waiting...

Julius dropped to hands and knees and began to lick her like a ravening dog. He was her mastiff...he would drive them both beyond the edge with his ravaging mouth.
Her flower was parted, dewy, glistening..inviting. His tongue lapped the tender inner petals, savoring the taste. His nostrils flared to take in the essence of her arousal...
He caressed the softly swelling mons with hungry lips and opened the lotus gate of her sweet warm cunt.
He licked her from the beaded nexus of her clit and up the deep valley between her labia to finally touch and tease the puckered entrance of her narrow passage. His tongue pressed into the tiny hole and Egypt thrust back, hips twisting to allow him entry to her most private place...

Rough Roman hands run the smooth taught length of her inner thigh, feel the fine muscles tighten beneath her skin.
His thumb enters her vagina, his fingers squeeze her pearl between them, press and rub...rub and press.
His own cock is engorged and raging, jerking...waving like a cobra under him...
Now...now...now...NOW!

He pulls his face away lacquered once again with perfumed oils.
His breath comes fast, he's burning...incandescent.

"Would I were three men my Queen, for I would take your every passage with my cocks...I would consume you with fire...
fill you with seed..."

"Speak no more Wolf."
She whispersand collapses on her forearms, her ass thrust up, her flower opened for him.

He can take no more and rams his broad headed spear into her heart!
He grasps her around the belly, his hands crush her breasts.
Ceasar invades her until every long thick inch of him is contained within the tight velvet channel of her cunt.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Cleopatra Vii - High Priestess of Ra

I gasped with pleasure as he buried his face once more between my parted legs. My crotch now fully exposed for his delight. I pressed my face into the soft mattress of the royal divan as his tongue lapped swiftly and powerfully across the length of my slit pressing into the soft sweet valley and teasing the entrance to my vagina.

'hmmmmmmmmm Julius, what would your wife say if she could see you now, eating the flower of the Nile', I murmured.

His tongue probed deeper forcing its way into my honey pot, I arched my back and pressed my buttocks into his face urging him to eat me out.

Oh yes, yes, yessssss Julius, eat my pussy, devour that which is divine in the eyes of the Gods, the fields of Osiris laid bare for your harvest;

My hips moved slowly as he continued to lick and tongue my pussy, his fingers parting my folds to expose the pink of my intimate parts, his tongue lapping greedily and he sucked the dewy petals.

My hand reached back between my legs to locate my pleasure bead, my fingertips once more working feverishly on the small hard button concealed in it delicate cloak. I could feel my legs beginning to tremble as another orgasm approached.

Sensing my state of impending abandon Caesar grasped each my legs wrapping his strong arms around them in a lock and buried his face harder into my pussy, his tongue darted and swirled stirring my pot as it fucked in and out of me.

His snorting teased my anus as his nose rubbed close to that small rose bud his tongue snaking around the velvety walls of my love tube as my orgasm broke once more. All my muscles tightened and relaxed in rippling succession and I bucked my crotch furiously against his mouth

In an instant he changed his position his huge stallion cock forcing its way into my quaking tunnel, lubricated by my essence and his saliva. His hand now grasped my hips pulling my buttocks onto his spear as he impaled me.

His thrusts were strong and urgent, he was close to climax himself. My pussy clamped onto his cock as it slipped eagerly into the warmth of my pussy like a sword into a scabbard.

ooooooooooooooooh yes, fuck me Julius, fuck me hard you roman bastard! I screamed.

I bucked against his thrusts meeting each forward stroke with a push of equal pleasure and strength. The tip of his cock smashing against my womb, such was its length, the pain was pleasure as I climaxed again now in a state of total abandon as my fingers clawed at the bed my hips ground against his body. His cock plunging in and out of my wet pussy as his balls slapped against my mons.

Using long strokes he withdrew and then re-entered, reaming me as I gyrated against him, I groaned and moaned with pleasure my body glowed and perspired until finally with a guttural low moan he rammed forward finally pressing his cock deep inside me and released. His thick shaft pulsed with a life of it own as the hot fluid splashed into my body again and again wave after wave of his seed flooded me, his hand gripping my hips holding me tight to him as my pussy clamped onto his thick stem, until finally we collapsed both spent of all energy, panting, perspiring and groaning.

 

[ariosto]

She was the child whore his father had bought him when he was thirteen, she was the seductive Courtesan Thais, who'd taught him the Art of Love all one summer in Capri, she was his precious wife on her wedding night, she was the countless spoils of war he'd taken for an hours quick release...she was every woman he'd ever had , every woman he'd ever want to have...

His hands dig into the firm flesh of her hips, holding her crushed against his quaking loins as he rams himself into her heart.
Her child/woman face presses flat to the silken pillows, her hands twist into the saffron fabric of the divan...he's plunging into her...falling into her...more than his straining cock, more than his hard warriors body, she is drawing him in, sucking him down...melting him into her soul.

A fleeting thought penetrates insensate pleasure...
Rome merges into Egypt...the world is ours....

And then with the force of vesuvius, the liquid heat of his passion overwhelmes him...a last urge to drive further...a last straining, tensing of muscle and the black wave takes him...
Liquid heat pours forth in wave after wave to fill the Lotus of Egypt utterly...To fill Cleopatra with Ceasar's vital seed.

He collapses on her and for a moment, as though to say...*you still do not have all of me*, she resists. Her strong back tenses, holding him up and then with a langorous moan the leopard gives in and softly folds into the sheets, carrying him down but never releasing...still holding him captive in the nexus of her body.

His arms wrap around her, his coarse fingers squeeze and fondle
the firm yielding softness of her breasts.
She feels his hardened thigh thrown over hers...
He lies within her, still thick and strong...she feels the blood course through his cock as though it were now a part of her self.
She caresses his hands and squeezes tightly upon him, sending yet another pulse of pleasure cascading through his body.
Is it the last intoxicating drop of what was or the first sense of what will be.

From their position on the great divan, they can look over the moon dappled terrace and see both Mars and Venus glittering through the softly waving palms.

 

[Snork Maiden]

The cool night breeze entered like a silent ghost billowing the fine silk drapes as its soft invisible fingers lightly caressing and chilled my flesh as I lay in the arms of this Roman conqueror. The skin of hairless arms rose with small bumps and I shivered slightly snuggling back into the chest of Caesar as he held me, his hand cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples yet even as we caught our breaths sending more tingling shivers through my body.

The sound of the cock peacocks shrill call, as they called the hens to roost, echoed from the royal gardens the below terrace and the stars of the greta constellations sparkled brightly in the western sky as the black velvet of the night unfurled.

'Does Caesar find great pleasure with Egypt', I murmured feeling his cock still hard inside me and his leg wrapped over mine holding him fast in place with the flood of his seed seeping from our coupling

'Would not our combined nations be be as formidible and harmonious as the joining of Jupiter with Isis', my mind already working to restore my rightful position as Queen of Egypt.

'With Caesar as my consort to rule Egypt along side Cleopatra, even now as the seed have been sown for our own Ceasarion'

My face smiled with contentment and pleasure as I felt him adjust his position his shaft lodge firmly inside me neither swelling nor abating.

'How says Caesar?, shall he dispose of my treacherous brother Ptolemy and avenge the wrong done of Pompei? Shall he be my consort?'

 

[Guest]

Caesar nibbled the lobe of Cleopatra's warm, pink ear.
"Such things could be arranged...of course."
He stiffened and pulsed within her...a cobra waiting.

"The Union of East and West...the joining of the Tiber and the Nile has so far been...delicious."
His rough thumbs pressed and rubbed across her turgid nipples.

"Perhaps we shall encompass all the world, from the Western Sea and beyond to India or even far off Sind...I'm an adventurer at heart you know. I see, I come...I conquer."
He laughed and began to move inside her hot slick passage. She felt him swell and stiffen with power as new vistas opened before him and she responded, snuggling back, her ass pressed tight against his groin.

"Ptolomy."
She whispered, just one word. She was by far the more practical of the two.

"Ptolomy who?"
Ceasar's strong arms wrapped around her, crushing her breasts beneath them.
His lance speared deep into her heart.
"I am laying with the Ruler of Egypt. The little boy is gone.
I thought you knew that."


Below in the courtyard a frightened child with a few loyal retainers made hasty preperations for escape while Marcellus
smiled at them from the shadows.
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[ariosto]

OOC...Okay, I'm three for three today.
Going to the cookie store right now!

 

[Snork Maiden]

Cleaopatra VII - High Priestess of Ra

apologises for taking time out

"The little boy is gone", his whispered words reverberated in my head amplifying with mental echoes as it played quickly over and over in my mind.

I sat up sharply tucking up my knees and twisting my body around to face him. Caesar lolled back on the white cotton sheets with all the confidence and demeanor of the master of the bed.

A troubled look crossed my brow and I gazed at him. Indeed the idea had been so simple so perfect, and yet with his concise statement the reality hit home. Yes indeed Ptolemy had been very much the bane of my existance, obstructing my rightful claim to the throne of Egypt. Yet still I was sure the plan had not been of his own devising. He had been manipulated by those who had sought out power and positions for themselves.

I looked into the eyes of the Roman, my hand running slowly down his thigh, feeling the firm muscles of his upper legs, lingering momentarily as I considered my hand's journey.

'Then it is done already?', my voice waivered with uncertainty, questioningly, though I knew the answer without his reply. Pompei had been a prominent general and governor, well respected by his peers. Indeed he could almost have been a contender for Caesar's own position.

I pushed the question and thought from my mind, my hand gravitating to the thick stem protruding from his loins, sticky to the touch . I shifted my position pressing a finger to his lips with my free hand

'Sssssssssshhhh'

I moved my head closer to his cock, lightly kissing the swollen head. The scent of our union filled my nostrils and I could taste the salty flavor of his semen as I licked my lips, moistening them before taking his member into my mouth.

My right hand slid down over his chest to grasp the base of his cock, whilst the left cradled his balls. Caesar groaned...

 

[ariosto]

He watched as her lovely lips descended on him, giving new life to his failing tumesence, stirring the wild animal in his loins, and causing her to smile inwardly as she felt him hardening again within the voluptuous sanctuary of her mouth.

"Ohhh...little Egypt, where have you learned to work Caesar so?
No one has brought life back into my prick so quickly and so...delightfully..."
His voice trailed off, his hands slid into her hair, through the soft silken strands and he felt the fine shape of her skull with his fingers.
She was a marvel!


He would have to try...no he would have to keep her with him no matter what the Roman's said.
Egypt...soft degenerate Egypt they say...no match for Rome.
He laughed and she paused, raising midnight eyes to his...
Her tongue lapped and caressed the swollen purple tip of his phallus, her eyebrow arched in questioning...

"I laugh at fools, Goddess, I laugh at pygmies...
Please go on...never leave a job undone...never."

He settled back, his legs akimbo and watched her mouth perform delights upon him.
He sighed and lifted his buttocks in rhythm to her movements marvelling each time his throbbing cock disappeared into those
petal soft lips...

Quite a team we'll be he thought...Quite a team indeed.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Caesar settled back amongst the plush pillows and cushions that covered the bed as I continued to fellate him.

Wrapping my slender fingers around his baton of power I smiled slowly closing my lips around its swollen purple glans, capturing it in my mouth as my tongue rolled slowly around the underside and flicked down with the underside.

I could hear his low moans of delight and glanced up at him flashing my eyes; wide, stark white orbs with their brown islands highlighted by the dark black and greens of my makeup. A smile of pleasure crossed my face, his cock still firmly clamped by the soft pillows of my lip.

My tongue continued to roam idly over the smooth surface of his cock, tasting the salty cocktail of our previous union. My fingers massaged the shaft, feeling the heat and turgity. My cheeks hollowed as I began to slowly suck him deeper into my mouth; one hand now working the inside of his legs with deliberately slow and light motions until his heavy ball sack rested on the tips my fingers, lifting and lowering each of his jewels as deftly as a juggler, feeling them roll about.

My other hand now began to slowly stroke his length as my tongue lapped happily over his cockhead and my head moved slowly back from him allowing the shaft to re emerge before moving forward, sucking him slowly in once again. A deliciously slow and ceremonious act savoring his cock, like an exotic dessert.

His groans came in quicker and quicker as I increased my own actions. His hips rising almost involuntarily, instinctively as he sought to plunge his cock deep and hard into my mouth. My hands continued to work thier magic, now squeezing and handling his balls more vigorously as my own desire to reduce this Noble of Rome to a quivering heap of man flesh on my divan.

He was close I knew that from the way his muscles were starting to tense, his strong arm reached down and he captured the back of my head in one of his palms, his fingers splayed around my head weaving nto my hair, pulling my face onto his throbbing member.

mmmmmmmmmm the only sound to escape my lips save the slurping sounds as I brought him closer to the edge, my fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft shuffled back and forward with increasing pace. He wouldn't hold out much longer......

 

[ariosto]

Julius was about to explode!
His wife, damn her eyes never did this for him, passing his particular need to some willing servant girl or other as though it were dirty laundry to be washed.
But this sloe eyed Egyptian, this wanton child of the Nile was staring him in the eye boldly as she devoured his cock with obvious pleasure. He felt as though he was being taken into her body, sucked down her throat, his penis swollen to impossible size within the tight velvet passage. Her fingers...her skilled fingers, warm palms, were teasing his stones, making him groan as they caressed then squeezed then rolled the hard marbles of his testicles like a cat with ball of yarn.

"You are beautiful..."
He gasped, the only coherant words he could summon at this point.
She had the eyes of Venus..she was Venus...His cock slid between full ripe lips, over and over...the gates of Paradise.
He would fill her...he would fill her..OH GODS YES!...he would fill her...Queen of Egypt...Lush Chalice for my seed...
I'm going to cum...going to cum....

His hands knotted into her long fine hair, he arched upwards off the divan, ramming his throbbing, pounding erection into the center of her soul!
The world was crashing down around them...SO WHAT!
He went over..went over the edge...

OVER! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....!

Hot loads of semen sped on by the squeezing of her hands on his full aching sac, gushed from his body...exploded from his tight hot cock into her throat...
GODS! He couldn't stop!...He'd strangle her!

 

[Snork Maiden]

Caesar’s body stiffened, arching back and trembled as if struck from the heavens by a bolt of lightning. His passion exploded into my mouth, erupting with a force umparallelled even by Santorini. The thick creamy fluid pumping into my mouth.

Holding him firmly, coaxing him, urging him to spend I with withdrew his cock from my mouth watching it as it spat again. The pearly goo streamed is in slow motion like a comet crashing onto my face. Again he tensed and more of his spend issued forth splashing my cheek and dripped from my chin.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....! he exclaimed as the last of his spasms subsided and he collapsed back onto the white linen sheets of the divan, his body sweating like an Arabian Stallion after the chase, his muscles defined and his veins stood proud.

I wiped his passion from my face, drawing it to my mouth and sucking on sticky fingers, I smiled at him as he lay panting on the bed, his eyes half open. Taking his now receding member gently I sucked and licked it dutifully.

I ran my hand down over his thighs, tight and strong, doubtless from many years of marching and horse riding. Sitting upright now, with my legs crossed to the side I looked at him. This man could be the one to restore me to my throne, I thought to myself, yet why should he…

His eyes opened again looking up from the pillow where his head rested.

’Does the hospitality of Egypt please mighty Caesar?, I asked as he regarded me. Obviously his sharp mind was running over the possibilities. I decided to take a chance, to plant a seed in his head. It was clear Caesar was indeed a powerful and ambitious man, demonstrated not only in his confidence as a leader but also in his prowess as a lover.
It was widely known that his ambition on Rome indeed had it own agenda, the fact that his own army was indeed in Egypt to chase down that of Pompeii’s. Now with Pompeii dispatched, albeit by the unwitting hand of my brother Caesar could return to Rome unchallenged.

What will Caesar do now, with the roads to Rome clear ?, I asked him softly. He did not answer, still silently watching, gazing into my dark eyes as I continued to stroke his leg softly. ’My people will rejoice at the death of my brother, and further if the tributes to Rome should be cut. Such an act would indeed make Caesar popular amongst the populace’

Still he remained silent, taking in my words, playing over the options and opportunities. ’We could tour Egypt, to let the people meet mighty Caesar’ this was my final suggestion, food for his calculating mind, it was enough.

I rose from the bed, grasping him by the hand pulling him up, ’Come, walk with me a while in the gardens and lets see what the stars foretell

I grasped a heavy cloak from my closet to wrap around my body and walked from the chamber. Clapping my hands a handmaiden entered bowing low, I instructed her that she should fetch Caesar a warm cloak also. She returned minutes later and I carried the folded garment back to the bed chamber and passed it to him.

Come, Caesar, let me show you the beauties of the Egyptian skies and the sweet scent of Acacia. Shall we eat sweet pomegranates and watch the sun rise from the east ?

 

[ariosto]

The days passed in what for the flinty Roman dictator seemed a return to his wildly licentious youth. Only this time it was not a score of painted women and oversexed Particians daughters that entertained him. It was one woman...Cleopatra.


"He's dead Julius."
Marcellus, covered with the dust of the road stood before the spartan breakfast table, a wide grin on his face.

"Ahhhh...and how did this unfortunate event take place?"
Ceaser plucked a grape from a wide brass bowl.

"River crossing...terrible thing. The scamp couldn't swim a lick it appears."
The General poured himself a healthy drink of bitter Egyptian beer.
"BaHHH!" He spit it out.
"Can't get used to this foul stuff!"

Ceaser smiled at his old friend.
"Yes there are a few things in Egypt that Romans cannot take."

"And a few they can, eh Julius?"
Marcellus winked and slammed the goblet on the table.
"Permission to retire, sir.
I'm fagged out."

Julius nodded,
"Granted my friend. You did a splendid job...
To bad about the boy."

Accompanied by his massive bodyguard, the ferociously muscled and mute Thracian, Maximin, the Roman made his way to Cleopatra's quarters.
They brushed by her sentries and entered the opulent suite.

"Little Egypt!"
He called,
"Please come here, I am the bearer of sad news I fear."

Her voice answered from the bath where she was enjoying her morning toiletries.
"Sad!...Oh no! On a lovely day like this I hoped we could pass time pleasently before you leave."

Ceasar picked up her sheer linen gown and smelled the perfume of her body still lingering there.
"Sad..in a good way my dear. I think in the long run it will be for the best. Now only one voice will be heard in Egypt."

*My Brother!*
she sat bolt upright, suds cascading down her naked body.
*He's killed my brother.*

 

[Snork Maiden]

Cleopatra VII - High Priestess Of Ra

As I lay in the smooth polished basin of the black granite bath, I pondered over my current situation. Everything seemed to be moving fast, and yet I still felt unsure of Caesar’s intentions. My two most trusted handmaiden’s Haqikah and Ain, my attendants during my exile had secretly managed to find their own way to Alexandra and through the skilful diplomacy of Sadiki my mute bodyguard had somehow managed to bring them back safely to my company.

Ain entered the royal baths carrying a large jug of warmed goats milk, carefully cradling the heavy vessel as she approached whilst Haqikah worked her fingers through my hair, cleaning it strand by strand as she removed the grit and the sand that had accumulated over the past days.

My lady,Ain whispered quietly as she approached with the jug. I lifted the milk soaked natural sponge from the warm bath dabbing it’s deep yellow and sandy colored mass over my breasts, teasing my nipples as I let the milk drain from the soft absorbent body of the sea creature. I smiled at her nodding with approval. A ritual we had performed many times over the year. Haqikah took her place behind me helping me to rise in the creamy white liquid of my bath water whilst Ain approached me from the front until she stood before me. Slowly she raised the jug holding it at head level whilst I recited the cleansing prayer.

Mighty Bast, let this milk wash from my body the sands of sorrow and dust of defeat, let it’s purity nourish my flesh and cleanse my soul that I may serve our mighty Lord Ra with purity of spirit. As Osiris doth fill our fields with rich harvests so let my task be to fill the hearts of Ra’s chosen with hope and purpose.

With the utterance of the final words I through back my head, parting my legs and raise my arms to the heavens. Ain's cue to begin pouring the warm milk over my breasts. The liquid flows over my dark tanned skin like a thin white blanket, down through my cleavage and over my stomach running down, down over my pubis and between my legs. I could feel Haqikah’s fingers begin to press up against my pussy her fingers massaging the milk into my labia, her fingers flicking skilfully across the now arousing mound.
I felt her finger enter me slipping easily in to my hot wetness and she began to masturbate me. Oh how I had missed the loving attentions of my two handmaidens.

The jug now empty was placed by Ain to the side of the bath and she moved forward caressing and smearing my milk covered breasts, her thumbs and finger capturing my nipples in delightful nipping moves.

Haqikahfingers now reached further forward between my leg, rubbing firmly and gripping at my subtly puffy folds working through the slippery milk covered flesh till she located that which brought a squeal of delight from my mouth. Her thumb and finger tweaked and pulled at my clitty whilst Ain continued to fondle and caress my breasts.

My hips started to rock causing me to rub my crotch on the palm of Haqikah’s hand which was pressed firmly between my legs, her second hand now stroking gently over my thigh and buttocks, causing the fine hairs on my back to rise. Ain brought her mouth to my breasts kissing and licking the milk from them whilst her fingers continued to tease, running small ringlet around my nipples and pinching and tugging on them.

I felt Haqikah’s soft lips kiss my rounded ass her tongue probing at the top of the crease formed by my glutes, slowly I felt her tongue worm it way lower Licking and kissing my buttocks she inches her way tantalizingly towards her goal till finally using both her hands she parted my buttocks exposing the delicate rose of my anus. Her tongue traced it’s way divinely around the puckering bud, so light was her touch and yet the sensation was so intense.
Her tongue flicked like an asp in and out across the pink rose bud.

Whilst Haqikah pleasured my from behind Ain was kissing her way down the front of my body licking the milk gently from my skin with her tongue as she traced around my navel then lower, yes lower over my pubis andown the side my leg, teasing me with her tongue as her own hands wandered from my breasts down my side with gently featherlike touching. My leg were starting to tremble now as these two women pleasured my body with the expertise they had gained through years in my service. My crotch needed stimulation and Ain already had sensed this as her finger parted my folds exposing my silky soft wet flower. Bringing her face level with my pussy I brought my head forward and lowered my arms ‘Yes’ I said, The word of permission she sort given her tongue flicked up the length of my slit nudging the nub of my clitty causing me to shiver and sigh with pleasure. Her long tongue entered me seeking out the drops of dew mixed with the goat’s milk that were forming at the entrance to my vagina. Haqikah tonguing intensified as she tried to probe the tight entrance of my anus my own hands began to caress my breasts as each of the tow handmaidens hands themselves caressed and stroked my body their faces buried dutifully in my pussy and ass.

I could feel my orgasm building as could Ain and Haqikah, panting with lust and grinding my crotch into Ain’s face I felt Haqikah insert her finger forcefully into my anus, my buttocks clenched trapping her as my orgasm broke, Ani licking and sucking on the fold of my pussy until I collapsed into the pool of white liquid, my breathing heavy, my head spinning and dizzy. The two girls resumed bathing me pouring the cool milk over my hot flushed body till my breathing returned to normal.

There was a commotion in the main bed chamber,

Little Egypt!, Caesar voice called out
Please come here, I am the bear of sad news I fear, he continued

“On a lovely day like this, I hoped we could pass the time pleasantly before your departure”, I replied wondering what could be so sad.

"Sad..in a good way my dear. I think in the long run it will be for the best. Now only one voice will be heard in Egypt.", his voice called back

That could only mean……

My Brother,
“Oh god he’s killed Ptolemy “!, I thought to myself. As much as I had expected it the realization still came like a shock.

I sat up ushering Ain and Haqikah to leave whilst I rose from the bath and wrapped a long linen towel around my body.

I walked across the terracotta tiles of the bathroom floor toward the rapes that partitioned it from the bed chamber.

Stepping through my eyes met those of the Roman Commander with whom I had the previous night commit the most intimate of act ever in my life.

He stood and regarded me with solemnity.

 

[ariosto]

Julius solemnity was feigned. He was in fact more than a little amused by the obvious state of arousal her nubile body was displaying. A soft flush spread across her breasts and throat, her nipples were tight and hard, her breathing came fast...

"My dear," he said. "You look as though you've just been fucked.
Now where is the culprit?"
Ain and Haqikah tittered somewhere behind her and Cleopatra frowned in annoyance.

"Sad news Ceasar?..what sad news do you bring me?"
She tried to look regal and severe but the goats milk pooling on the floor at her feet did much to destroy the attempt.

"I don't know whether to tell you now or just devour you first. You look most lickable young lady."
He took her naked shoulders in his rough hands. Her nipples grazed the cold steel of his breastplate. She noticed it for the first time.

"Your wearing armor!"
She tapped her small hand against it.
"Why!?...What is this?"

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Then sat on the dge of the marble tub.
"No matter of importance. It would seem a few of your brothers loyal advisors are trying to foment a mob to drive us from the City.
Marcellus and I will calm them down...no fear."

She faced him...*By the Gods she was beautiful!*

"My Brother..is he with them."

Julius ran his hand through the milky water.
"Is this asses milk? It's all the rage amongst the courtesans of Rome...wonders for the skin I hear."

"Goat!..Goats milk!
Now tell me, is Ptolemy with them?"

Ceasar sighed...
What he wanted to do was strip off this hot scratchy armor take Cleopatra into that tub and play with her..play with that fine body of hers...bury himself in it...

"Ceasar!"
She stamped her pretty foot.

He looked up at her for a long moment.
"That's what I came to tell you Egypt. Your brother is dead."

 

[Snork Maiden]

Cleopatra VII - Queen Of Egypt

Caesar made some coarse comment, causing me to blush and I pouted back at him scornfully. The remark raised a stifled laughter behind the thin net drapes that partitioned the main bedchamber from my bathing area.

”Be still you pair”, I clapped my hands twice signalling that Ain and Haqikah should make themselves scarce, should my displeasure increase. Looking back at Caesar and walking towards him I tapped his breast-plate,
”hmmm”, I eyed him suspiciously ”Sad news, Caesar?… What sad news do you bring me?”

Caesar eyed me up and down lecherously and kissed me on the cheek, explaining his attire was in response to a small uprising in the City. I questioned him again about my brother. Caesar ignored my question, again making some comment on my bath water. This was intolerable. He was deliberately toying with me. Was he trying to make me mad?

“It’s goats milk OK! G. O. A. T. Goat’s Milk!”, Now tell me about my brother

Caesar simply smiled, his thoughts drifting. I stamped my foot and smacked my palms on his metal breast plate. ”Caesarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”, my voice turned his name to a growl of impatience.

There was a pause, quite a pause. Then finally he spoke. ”That’s what I came to tell you little Egypt, your brother is dead”

Again there was a silence this time it was my turn. His words ran over in my head. I wasn’t sure if I should be sad or joyful. Ptolemy was, or had been my brother, my flesh son of my Father. True he had been a royal pain in the ass, but most of that was the doing of his power hungry advisors who had used him like a pawn to increase their own wealth and influence.

”How ?.. Who?.. “, I asked Caesar, I knew the reasons and for sure the Roman general had every right to avenge the death of a fellow Roman commander, even if Pompeii’s death had suited Julius’ own purpose and agenda. ”Was it you?” I asked, ”or was it him?” , I continued pointing my finger at Marcellus who was looking at me as if I was a cheap whore or dancing girl. I returned his look with one defiance and contempt,
”How dare he ogle me thus”,I thought to myself.

”Come Caesar, I would discus this further with you”, I offered my arm and turned to guide him back behind the veil of the drapes. ”Where we can talk privately,” I turned to face the Centurion, Marcellus, ” away from the servants” I added pointedly.

My mind was working on the next move of course. With Ptolemy displaced and disposed of I could rightfully retake my place on the throne of Egypt. That did indeed have a very pleasant appeal. I would of course need the aid of these Romans, at least initially to quell any resistance and to dispose of my detractors. I looked at Julius again smiling sweetly at him. ”I trust Caesar did not have too turbulent or troublesome a night?”, my question deliberately cryptic. I regarded him, true he was old enough to be my father, but he was still a fine looking Man, ambitious too, ”Can I control his ambition”. I questioned myself. His wife clearly could not control his philandering, but I wasn’t complaining about that. I would certainly make sure he had no need of another woman whilst he was in my sphere of control. Yes with Caesar at my side and his legions behind I felt sure my throne in Egypt would be nicely secure. I had already suggested to Caesar a tour of the middle Kingdom might be beneficial to my people and his own reputation especially if it coincided with some concessions on the tributes required by Rome.

Sitting Caesar down on a marble bench beside the bath I grabbed a towel and began to dry myself. Clapping my hands Ain reappeared carrying a simple white dress with gold embroidery. Having covered my modesty I instructed Ain to fetch refreshments and food for Caesar and some for his men waiting in the nearby bedchamber.

”Caesar”, I started, ”The death of my brother does sadden me, and yet I cannot but feel that if it were not the will of Ra he would still be alive. I shall mourn briefly for the loss of a brother though in my heart I cannot truly say I am saddened. What now then, rightful Queen of Egypt once more I should be, but cannot rule, as is the tradition of the Pharoahs, for no female my rule without a consort. Does Caesar perhaps have a suggestion to make?” . Ain reappeared with a flask of wine and goblets as I finished speaking, placing the tray on the small cedar table near to where Caesar sat. Bowing low she retreated from the room once more to leave us in privacy.

 

[ariosto]

Ceasar sat still, his face showing as usual it's look of jaundiced amusement. A disarming expression that had served him often and well. He was in fact deep in thought.
His eyes traveled slowly and intently over Cleopatra's body and face...divine body...divine face.
She was little more than a child...but the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
A consort? She'd make a consort fit for an Emperor!
But that wasn't exactly what she was asking him about.

"Unfortunately my dear the only man I know who is worthy of sitting by your side...is married."

She crossed her long smooth legs, her eyes never leaving his.
"And who might that be ?"

"Myself of course!"
Ceasar stood up and began pacing. He liked to pace while his mind chewed over a problem.

"I fear word of my marriage to the Queen of Egypt would not sit well in Rome. Not at any time and not... especially not...since I am
married quite firmly under Latin Law."

She watched him as he prowled the room, aware that his mind was hashing it's way towards a solution.

"Are your ambitions then only to serve Rome?"
She asked innocently.

Cunning fox!...she would be fit to rule the world!
He turned and strode up to her, swiftly lifting her from her seat and embracing her. His arms were strong as oaken boughs as they wrapped around her tiny waist.

"Tell me Egypt...in this strange land of yours, you can marry your brother for the sake of state."

She nodded, pressing herself close, her nipples stiffening against the hard steel of his breastplate.

"Can you also then for reasons of state marry your son?"

She stepped back, taken by surprise.
"Yes. That can be done."

Julius began to unlatch the clasps of his armor.
"Then we'd best get busy and make you a consort. Our son will sit beside you on this throne and you will sit beside me someday on an even grander one."

She smiled, her heart sang...she'd won.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Cleopatra VII - High Priestess Of Ra

I sat a while regarding this remarkable man remembering how we had laid together the night previous. He walked towards me lifting me from me seat his strong arms curling around my body pressing me close to his breast plate my head tilted back and I gazed into his eyes.

"Tell me Egypt...in this strange land of yours, you can marry your brother for the sake of state."

I nodded, ’It is true, a queen may take for her consort a brother as well you know Caesar

"Can you also then for reasons of state marry your son?"

His question caught me for a moment of guard and I stepped away from the Roman general, eyeing him with curiosity

Ye….ss that too is possible

"Then we'd best get busy and make you a consort. Our son will sit beside you on this throne and you will sit beside me someday on an even grander one."
Caesar continued as he began to unfasten his armor.

‘Hmmmm, not so fast, I placed my hand on his breast plate as if to hold him away. What you suggest is indeed a possibility yet it does not cover the immediate requirement. There is another solution. I paused walking to the cedar table to pour two goblets of wine. Carrying the vessels back to Caesar I handed him one and raised the other to my mouth sipping the rich dark liquid.

A distant sound distracted me and I turned to the balcony.

The death of my brother has caused great concerns amongst my people. Can you not hear the rioting in the streets. Ptolemy may have been unpopular but he did have many loyal followers and a not inconsiderable army.. I walked to the balcony and cast my eyes over the fair city of Alexandria. My Alexandria, the city that was a symbol of Egyptian power and achievement. What ever else happened my city would not fall to the armies of rioters or wars.

The sound of the riots raging outside grew louder and smoke plumed from the great library.

Caesar, damn them, damn you. They are burning my city. I was horrified, Do something !, this talk of consorts can wait I will not be the Queen of a sintered city. Damn them, damn all of Ptolemy’s mob. I would that my mother’s womb had poisoned him by Isis and Seth I swear it.. My face was filled with rage and I turned on the Roman standing behind. You.. you started this and by all the Gods of Egypt you had better finish it quickly or there will be little to show for your endeavours.

 

[ariosto]

The riots in Alexandria lasted less than a night and a day.
Much damage was done to the poorer quarters of the polis, but both the Greek and Palace areas were spared.
Ceasar himself, setting up an emergency headquarters in the Queens chambers coordinated the counterattack during the frantic hours of the night, several times personaly leading his troops against the mob. Using the few Roman soldiers still in the City, he managed to halt the riots in the streets with little trouble, for indeed these were not regular or even irregular soldiers loyal to Ptolemy, but more an opportunistic rabble whose main interest was loot and pillage.
By morning Marcellus had returned with the Legions and mopped up the remaining pockets of resistance.

....and so undaunted by the masses of Ptolemy's underground army, Ceasar excused himself from the presence of the beautiful Queen and girded his loins for battle...

"Ceasar's loins were girded for something else last night as I recall."

Julius stopped pacing and turned to the lovely young woman in the doorway.
"Ahhhhh! Cleopatra! I hope the nights activities didn't disturb your slumbers.
Horatius, you may go."
The scribe stood up, clasping the scroll he'd been transcribing Ceasar's words to, and bowed stiffly to Cleopatra as he left the room as fast as he could manage.

"He doesn't like me."

Ceasar smiled, "Quite right. He doesn't. Most of my Latins in fact think I should drown you in the Nile and declare Egypt a Roman Province forthwith."

She tried to veil the consternation his words caused her,
sitting down on the divan with all the grace she could muster.
"You play the immortal general well for defeating a foe you described to me as a mindless rabble with ten heads and no brain."

Ceasar, took her in his arms and kissed her. He had taken off his armor but still wore the hard leather underpadding. The animal smell of it excited her.
"I spoke for the posterity, for they shall think me the very God of Battles. No victory insignifigant...."
He paused, his lips brushed her cheek.
"No conquest incomplete."

He stood back and began removing the last trappings of war.
"What say you now? Shall we start again where we left off last night and make your future husband?
Concieved while the victory is sweet in my mind, he shall be a veritable Ares!"