Sobek x Cleopatra 2: Electric Boogaloo
Cleopatra stormed out of her chambers. She frowned when the loud thud of the door hitting the wall announced that fact to the entire palace. She shouldn't let Caesar's letters upset her so much, but his increasingly impertinent demands never failed to get her worked up. It was difficult for her to stay composed when Caesar acted like he owned Egypt. Especially since it wasn't entirely untrue, despite her best efforts.
Making her way through the palace's hallways, the Queen finally spotted a servant. She picked up the pace and walked up to him, too impatient to wait until the servant approached her himself.
"Have the bath prepared," she ordered. "Now."
Hopefully a relaxing bath would be enough to help her calm down, before coming back to such infuriating topics. Normally baths did wonders to Cleopatra's mind, but she didn't have to deal with this level of Roman greed and egocentrism everyday. Sadly, it was hardly a new occurrence. Caesar had the power of the entire Roman Empire to back him up, and he didn't hesitate to flaunt it to get what he wanted. The last time she was this furious at Caesar, Cleopatra needed to leave the palace for an entire day to clear her head. It turned out to be a much better decision than she had initially thought, since it eventually led to the most improbable and pleasant encounter in her life. But, as fantastic as it had been, she couldn't just venture so far out every time she was mad. Egypt needed its Pharaoh here, and her desires shouldn't be more important than the Kingdom.
Although... Maybe there was a middle ground?
"Wait," Cleopatra stopped the leaving servant. He turned back to her with apprehension written all over his face. "Instead of milk, have the bath filled with water, necessarily fresh from the Nile."
The servant gave her a confused look, but only hesitated for a second before running off. It wasn't the first time she was making up weird requests. Her milk baths used to raise eyebrows too, before they became tradition. And if this worked how she hoped it would, she might have just found a new tradition to cultivate.
Cleopatra entered the bathroom, expecting to see the servants finish pouring the water. The line of people carrying jars from the palace to the river and back had stopped a while ago, yet still nobody was calling her. When she opened the door, she was greeted with the sight of half full basin, and several large jars standing near it. The servant coordinating the work noticed her, and bowed apologetically.
"I am terribly sorry, Your Highness, but the bath is not ready yet," he said.
The Queen raised her eyebrow. That much was obvious, but she saw no good reason for that to be the case.
"The water is too cold," the servant answered her silent question. "We finished bringing it here, but we need to heat it up before-"
"That won't be necessary," Cleopatra cut him off. She couldn't wait much longer. The combination of her stifled anger at Caesar and her eagerness to reprise her borderline blasphemous adventure was becoming more unbearable with each passing minute. "Pour the rest in as is. When it's full, everyone leave."
"Your Highness?" one of Cleopatra's handmaidens grabbed her attention.
"Everyone," Cleopatra repeated. "And do not disturb me until I'm done."
No less curious and confused than every other servant involved in this request, the handmaidens looked also relieved they were spared bathing in cold water. If only they knew what pleasure Cleopatra would be hogging for herself...
It didn't take long for the servants to finish the job. Once all the jars were emptied and the basin was full to the brim, Cleopatra was left alone in the room. She slipped out of her long, ornate dress, and left it where she stood. On the way to the bath, she glanced at the mirror.
She was proud of her irresistible body, and it was always reassuring to see all the effort put in keeping it that way pay off. Some said she was blessed by Hathor with such physique, but even if that was true, Cleopatra's perfectly feminine curves were only a part of her beauty. To let them really shine, she still needed to maintain immaculate figure with a proper diet, while her skin and hair had to be treated with the finest cosmetics of the world and the servants' careful attention to remain silky smooth. She considered the results well worth the hassle though, and if the amount of men drooling over her every day was any indication, so did the others.
While taking off the jewelry, she checked out the water from up close. It didn't seem as clean as it had been where she bathed in the Nile. Was it because the water so far up the river was constantly running, or was the Nile more muddy closer to the city? The Queen let out an irritated sigh and sat at the edge of the basin. She was hoping her plan would work, and if not - that the bath was still enjoyable enough to help her forget her worries for just a moment.
Cleopatra dipped her toes in the water, and immediately recoiled with a hiss. It was cold indeed, much more so than she expected. Even if the servants had heated up some of it, the result still made Cleopatra reconsider what she was doing. She could be having a normal milk bath instead, and let her handmaidens take care of her body, while she relaxed to heal her mind. But now that she knew what she would be missing out on? It would kill her if she didn't at least try to do it again.
Having made up her mind, Cleopatra slipped into the cold water, suppressing her instinctive reaction to get out. It wasn't freezing, but still cold enough to give her goosebumps and stiff nipples, long before she was fully submerged. She was quickly getting used to the temperature, though. Once the initial shock was over, she even stopped shivering. Now all she had to do was wait to see if it was worth it.
Minutes passed, but nothing indicated the visitor has appeared. Cleopatra tried to halfheartedly wash herself, but she kept an eye on the rest of the pool, afraid to miss his entrance. Her hands wandered to her lower body more and more as she grew impatient. She pleasured herself to the memories of that chance meeting many times, but now that the circumstances were so similar, her imagination was going crazy. It didn't take long until her body felt hot enough to make her forget the water's temperature.
Desperate for any action at all, Cleopatra finally decided she had enough playing with her clitoris. Just as she was about to push her fingers inside herself, the water on the other side of the bath started bubbling. She froze with her hand still between her legs, and watched the slowly forming fountain rise above the basin, seemingly on its own. She noticed a vaguely humanoid shape behind the curtain of water, and felt her heart rush in excitement. Moments later the water stopped its rapid movement and splashed down into the bath, revealing the very figure Cleopatra was hoping to see.
Sobek looked exactly like the last time she had met him - a large figure with an almost human shape, but every feature characteristic of a crocodile, save for the glowing eyes differentiating him from both. It would be easy to confuse him with an animal - like she initially did on their previous meeting - if not for those eyes, hands with thumbs, and of course his enormous size, which made Cleopatra's giant bath look like a wading pool. The absurdly expensive looking necklace helped too, even if he wasn't wearing any other clothes.
"Have I not warned you enough about disturbing me, mortal?" Sobek's deep voice echoed around the room. "Surely, a Queen must be wiser than to repeat such mistakes?"
Cleopatra wondered if the God's voice was loud enough to be heard further in the palace. Not that it mattered, the servants were certainly looking inside the bathroom anyway, curious about the weird idea their Queen had. Of course, nobody would admit they saw her with Sobek if she asked about it afterwards, but the gossip was probably already spreading.
Cleopatra ignored these thoughts and focused entirely on the present, which was embodied by the figure in front of her. She stood up, letting more and more of her body peak out of the water, her moves slow and deliberate.
"I am terribly sorry, Lord Sobek," she said, her voice thick with arousal. It wasn't a rushed and fearful excuse like the last time she spoke to him, but a playful invitation. "I wasn't thinking clearly the last time we met, but I've thought about that moment for a long time." She started walking up to Sobek while explaining, making sure everything below her swaying hips was hidden by the water's murky surface. "I realized that what I did was incredibly stupid, and my apologies were nowhere near sufficient. Please allow me to fix this oversight now."
She stopped far enough to still be able to look in Sobek's face without straining her neck too much. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, but Cleopatra didn't flinch when he growled at her. He was convincing at looking angry, but his lower body betrayed that Cleopatra's teasing attempt was successful.
"If your idea of an apology was to steal a large chunk of the Nile, you are not off to a good start," Sobek warned her.
"Steal?" Cleopatra gasped, and covered her mouth theatrically. She made sure to let her hand brush along her breasts on the way up, making them bounce a little. "You misunderstood my intentions, Lord Sobek. I merely invited you to my home. It was only fair after I intruded into yours, wouldn't you agree?" Not waiting for his answer, the Queen stepped forward and found herself only a breath away from Sobek's growing member. "I assure you, I can be as hospitable of a host as you were."
"Very well, mortal," Sobek chuckled. "Show me your hospitality, but know that I am not leaving until I have been apologized to thoroughly."
"With pleasure," Cleopatra said with a smile, even though Sobek couldn't possibly see her face when she was standing this close. The woman gave him a gentle push and continued. "You can lie down and relax, I will take care of the rest."
She worried for a moment when there wasn't any reaction. Of course she lacked the strength to actually move him to horizontal position, but she hoped he would play along and let her take charge, at least for now. She wouldn't want to find out her teasing was so effective that he contemplated going in dry right away, not when she has already experienced his size.
Sobek finally grumbled and bent backward, resting on the water's surface like he weighed nothing. His cock was still in Cleopatra's reach, but now proudly pointing upwards, making its length all the more imposing. The Queen stepped forward, inhaling the musk which filled her with arousal. She didn't even need Sobek's impatient look to know it was high time to begin, her body was telling her as much.
Abandoning all pretense of composure, Cleopatra started licking his rod feverishly. She couldn't quite reach the tip from where she was standing, but there was still plenty of surface to explore with her tongue. She wanted to eventually explore it all with her insides as well, so she wanted to make sure it was all slick and ready. To test that slickness, she started pumping the shaft with her hand, while still keeping the lower part busy with her tongue. Judging from Sobek's grunts and leaking precum, the preparations were satisfactory.
Before Cleopatra could decide whether it was time to move on, she felt a pressure underneath her, right between her legs. Without any warning, the underside of Sobek's tail lifted her up from the water. As it went higher, she slid down its length, ending up with the God's cock between her thighs. He flashed her a smug grin, to which she responded by gripping his shaft again. Holding onto the mast to keep herself from falling down, she circled around it, so that she was straddling Sobek's belly, with her back pointed right at his face. She bent forward, making sure to keep her butt high up, and went down on him once again.
Her work to lubricate Sobek's dick paid off, as it was significantly easier to take it than she remembered from their first time. She didn't think she would be able to fit all of it in her throat, but taking the length she couldn't reach from below was good enough. Her mouth still felt full to the brim, she barely had room to slide her tongue around the giant cock. At least, without Sobek pushing her head, Cleopatra could keep the pace that let her breathe comfortably. The amount of precum she had to swallow wasn't making that easy, but she was determined to prove to Sobek it was worth it to come to her palace. To that end, she redoubled her efforts in sucking and jerking his shaft.
The Queen yelped when she felt something wet and slimy smack across her pussy. She withdrew her hand from the dick and looked over her shoulder, but didn't stop pumping with her hand. It seemed like she underestimated the range that Sobek's long snout gave him. She was briefly thrown off balance when he gave her lower lips a thorough lick, but the God quickly grabbed her legs to keep her steady.
"You could not have possibly expected to show off like this without me having a taste," Sobek remarked with a wink.
Cleopatra's answer was held back in favor of a moan, which she let out when Sobek started to rapidly lap up her clit. She tightened her grip and squeezed her legs around his body involuntarily. All this teasing got her so worked up she was already getting close, but she wouldn't give her partner the satisfaction of seeing her come first. She dived back to his crotch, picking up the pace and daring to go deeper than before. All the while, she was doing her best to endure the assault of Sobek's wet muscle as long as she could. It was a race, and their orgasms were the racists.
The feedback loop created by their hectic attempts to please one another inevitably spiralled out of control. Cleopatra noticed Sobek's member twitch in her mouth, but she felt the delight overcome her as well. She could barely register the flood of cum filling up her mouth. The mind-numbing pleasure radiating from her dripping wet slit made her oblivious to everything else. Her senses returned after a brief pause, though Sobek was still shooting ropes of seed inside her. She tried to scoop up as much as she could with her tongue, but her sticky hands indicated she missed quite a lot when she blanked out.
Sobek let out a satisfied sigh behind her. Thankfully he was still holding her quivering legs, she might not have been able to stay on top of him otherwise.
"I must say, your apologies are starting to get convincing," Sobek said between deep breaths. "Is everyone around here so hospitable?"
"No," Cleopatra smiled at him over her shoulder. She raised her hand, and licked a strand of sperm from between her fingers. "Just me, Lord Sobek." She wiggled her legs, which prompted him to let go of them. She sat down and carefully switched them over, to turn around and face him again. She managed to do it without falling off, despite still being shaky after the climax. "But we are only getting started."
She pushed against Sobek's body to slide backwards, leaving a wet trail across his smooth scales. After a few slides, her backside bumped into his shaft, still hard as a rock. Cleopatra let the rod brush against her butt while she was getting ready to straddle it. She lifted her legs up from the water, and knelt with each one resting on Sobek's hip. With a deep breath, she pushed against the God's belly to raise herself up. She went slowly to make sure she wasn't going to slip off, but also to enjoy the feeling of her labia enveloping the long rod and sliding along its surface. Some parts were still coated with cum, which mixed with Cleopatra's juices as she went by.
When she reached the tip, she hovered above it for a moment. After making sure her opening is properly lined up, she lifted her head to look at Sobek's face. As she looked straight into his glowing eyes, she went down. It took her some squirming to get past the tip, even with all the lubrication. She bit her lip while delving deeper onto his member, still not breaking eye contact. She reached about half the cock's length, and started to pull up again with a moan.
The subsequent dips were only getting easier as Cleopatra's hole stretched itself and made the cock even slicker. She found herself panting when she picked up the pace, intoxicated with pleasure and yearning for more. Of course there was still plenty of dick to sink onto, and the Queen's inhibitions in that regard lowered with each desperate move of her hips. She was no longer looking at Sobek, it was too difficult for her to focus her eyes on anything at all.
The breaking point for her came when Sobek thrust into her as well to meet her own movement, which allowed him to bury his entire length in the royal pussy. Cleopatra arched her back and screamed, her senses overwhelmed once again. With her hands no longer propped against his body, and her legs going limp, Cleopatra had no choice but to stay fully impaled throughout her orgasm. However, Sobek wasn't done yet. He was bucking his hips relentlessly, sending Cleopatra flying up and down his cock. Instead of dying down, the wave of pleasure washing over her only intensified.
When she was able to form coherent thoughts again, Cleopatra noticed Sobek was still going. His moves were becoming increasingly frantic, and his breath was rugged. Completely lost in the pleasure, Cleopatra decided to give him one last push over the edge. She slammed herself down onto Sobek, wrapping her arms and legs around his body to pull even closer. That seemed to be just what he needed to explode inside her, sending her into another blissful climax as well. The torrent of seed quickly filled Cleopatra's womb and started overflowing, forming a viscous, pearly waterfall which ended its run in the bath.
Cleopatra needed a while to catch her breath, but Sobek didn't rush to disentangle himself from her. The calm moment of laying on top of Sobek as he drifted on his back felt almost jarring in contrast, especially with his dick still lodged deep inside her. She didn't mind it, though - neither the calm, nor the dick. When she looked up at Sobek's mischievous smirk, she couldn't help but notice he was still hard.
"Getting tired of taking charge, Your Highness?" he teased.
Cleopatra only gave him a weary smile and nodded in response. Her arms were already strained from pushing herself up, her legs felt like they wouldn't stop shaking for the rest of the day, and her crotch... She had better not think how sore it would be tomorrow morning. But she considered it all absolutely worth it.
"And I feel like I could still use some more of your hospitality," Sobek continued.
Cleopatra nodded again, already feeling a spark of heat in her body light up anew.
Sobek reached out and grabbed Cleopatra to prevent her from falling down when he stood up. He walked up to the edge of the basin and knelt down, letting the Queen rest on the floor while he pulled out of her. Cleopatra moaned as every nerve of her overstimulated pussy reacted to the friction. She shivered in lust as the warm cum trickled from the hole and slipped past her anus.
However, the brief pause was at its end. Sobek rolled her over to her belly, and let her legs hang over the edge of the bath, submerged in the water. Cleopatra looked up, and gazed at herself in the mirror in front of her. Her face was glistening with sweat, her black hair was an utter mess, and strands of jizz were still hanging from her chin. Despite that, she sported a dreamy smile that just couldn't go away. Behind her, Sobek smiled to the mirror as well while lining up to enter her again. He didn't seem to be looking at the Queen's reflection, though, but somewhere...
Cleopatra moaned when the God slid into her loosened hole, pinning her lower body to the basin's wall. He didn't waste time with starting slow, ground was already laid for deep, vigorous thrusts. Cleopatra tried to find something to hold onto while Sobek ravaged her, but she could only helplessly slide back and forth across the bathroom's ornate tiles. The water was splashing everywhere, and the Queen's inarticulate cries of ecstasy filled the room, no doubt audible far into the palace as well.
Sobek was hammering her into the bath's wall with no signs of slowing down, sending Cleopatra into what felt like perpetual bliss. Each thrust sent jolts of happiness cursing through her entire body, accumulating into amounts of pleasure she has never experienced before. When Sobek concluded the assault with one final lunge, Cleopatra collapsed to the floor. The ordeal left her breathless, and all her senses felt dulled. The only thing she could focus on was Sobek's cock still pumping his divine seed inside her, only for it to flow out right away because there was no more room. She couldn't contain spasms when he pulled out, brushing her walls with his entire length one last time.
"You are truly something else, mortal," Sobek remarked, his voice barely reaching Cleopatra's hazy mind. "I might need to come here more often if you can keep this up."
Cleopatra put all her remaining strength into rolling over, so she could look at him. The sight of her body splayed out on the floor with a steady stream of cum leaking from her pussy, combined with Sobek's smug grin and retracting dick really conveyed the entire story to anyone who might have walked in right now.
"I think I could always find some things to apologize for," Cleopatra said with the best seductive smile she could muster in her state. The corner of Sobek's mouth rose at the attempt.
"Another time, perhaps," he replied. "We could both use some rest, now."
Cleopatra nodded. A long recovery was indeed in order. Thankfully she didn't have anything important planned for today. Sobek stayed for a few more seconds, looking her up and down with a smirk, before seemingly dissolving into the water.
She really needed a thorough bath now.
When the bathroom door closed behind the now sparkling clean Cleopatra, another woman approached the basin. The encounter she has just seen was interesting, to say the least. She never suspected Sobek of such... virility. But to waste it on a mortal?
The woman scooped up a strand of cum still flowing in the bath and tasted it. She definitely underestimated Sobek's skills in this regard. Maybe it was a time to show him why love, in all its forms, was her domain?
Hathor smiled to herself and vanished, just as Cleopatra's servants entered the bathroom to clean up. The Goddess certainly had something to look forward to, so did Sobek. He just didn't know that yet.