A horny lass has a brush with a leprechaun.
I awoke in the lap of luxury. I was clothed in silks and being watched by an exotically beautiful woman with kohl-lined eyes. She was in a golden tub with jets and being fed highly aromatic food by slaves with gold tunics. Cleopatra wore a gold ankh crown with a jeweled bird in the middle and gold chains with jewels that lay sparkling in her jet-black silky straight hair. She raised a beautifully arched eyebrow as she casually spread her legs for a female slave to pleasure her. As I watched in fascination, the slave parted the lips of Cleopatra's vagina and lapped eagerly at her sex. Cleopatra stroked her breasts and never took her eyes from me. I felt desire within myself to serve her. The lessons I had learned on Lesbos had served me well.
I prostrated myself before her. I felt the extreme pull of her power as she drew me in with those incredible violet eyes. She held her hand out to me and pulled me into the tub, I lay side by side with her as the beautiful Nubian slave alternately licked and sucked our pussies and rubbed our clitorises. Cleopatra began to expertly make love to my breasts while several young and handsome men came close to the tub. Disrobing, they displayed their large and extremely erect rods. To my surprise, they began touching themselves, pulling at their giant cocks while moaning quietly. Several began to stroke and masturbate the man next to them.
Cleopatra languorously stretched as streams of cum squirted into the tub, covering both of us. I watched in astonishment as she rubbed gobs of semen all over her face and her body. She worked it into my skin as well. Her fingers were lazily tracing my curves just as I was climaxing into the female slave's mouth. "Which one would you like?" she asked in a silky cultured voice. I nodded to indicate the tallest Egyptian slave with searing eyes and a Staff of Life that easily measured 12 inches. Another female slave led me to a bed of rose petals and gave me an erotic massage.
All my sufferings and troubles faded away as the slave anointed me with sacred oils that smelled of frankincense, myrrh and other aromatic herbs. Her nimble fingers massaged my inner walls as her tongue found my rectum and wriggled inside of it, setting my innards into another state of orgasmic bliss. The handsome slave mounted me and eased his massive cock into my pulsating cunt. I cried out with pleasure as his thrusting echoed the finger-fucking the woman had given me. Cleopatra watched with pleasure and began to ride the nearest male slave whose penis was still dripping with cum. She dipped her fingers inside of herself and smeared his man-sauce across his gasping lips as he brought her to orgasm.
Seeing the exotically beautiful and sensuous Queen vibrating and quivering as he bathed her womb with his hot cum made me spasm myself and squirt female ejaculate all over the well-endowed slave's cock. He felt my contractions and gave a final thrust. Then he pulled his giant rod out of me, spraying his spending onto my face. I licked it all up, as it was so delicious. I could feel the Magickal effects spreading and warming my stomach as I eagerly gathered it all and shoveled it into my mouth. Cleopatra regally nodded in approval as she did the same. She passed me a glass of her finest wine. We climbed back into the tub which was filled with the most luxurious soapsuds. We bathed and dressed for the feast.
The Queen's brothers were laughing and drinking wine. Cleopatra had the attention of every man in the room, as well as a few women. She had so much charisma and made everyone feel at ease. She invited me to Isis's Temple in the morrow. I fell into a contented sleep that evening.
Isis was a powerful Goddess.