The fortress of the mighty Queen, Semiramis of Assyria, was floating in the skies as she gazed over humanity arrogantly. She sat on her throne. A wine glass in one hand. Onto her other hand, she rested her cheek. The lives of people have changed indeed. It seemed like such a pity that now in this modern day and age, everyone was being treated as equals. Where was the entertainment and the laughter? Everyone moved fast. No one knew how to relax anymore. They prefered work over pleasure. What boring lives these people led. Nowadays, all of them were slaves. Dogs on a leash. The only shame she saw in this was how /she/ was no longer the one keeping them on the leash. At least she would be giving them a little bit more enjoyment than they had right now. She takes a long sip from her wine glass and places it onto the empty table before her.
"There is one thing that I /must/ confirm with my own eyes however…" She speaks to herself, lost in thought. Right now, she was thinking of a certain heroic figure she had admired since early childhood. Every Babylonian child knew the legend of Gilgamesh and the adventures he performed with his friend Enkidu. While most children worshipped him, including her, her admiration went even further. She did not only admire and worship him, she idiolized him. Since she was a child, she knew her only place in this world was to be a ruler. She had a dominating nature. And she wanted to be nothing but a Queen who would rule with strength and beauty. Both attributes she possessed. Thanks to her cunning ways, she made it on the throne quickly and ruled the Assyrian empire as well as the places of the world she conquered for over 40 years.
Gilgamesh.
That very name - her inspiration - was so important to her that she went as far as naming her own son after him. She was proud and she knew one day perhaps, her son shall become just as great as the King of Heroes.
"Is it really true? Have you been summoned to this world 10 years ago? And from then on, you just stayed here, waiting for the next war to occur? Doing whatever pleased you?"
Little shreds of information she gathered while speaking with her Master, Shirou Kotomine. Being the adoptive brother of Gilgamesh's Master, brought forth access to any information the Queen required.
Then, the fortress comes to a stop and lowers itself a little. From on top of it, she can see the golden hair of a male. Clothed in garments of the modern world. Could this really be…? She takes a deep breath. Stairs appear in front of the fortress, leading outside, just in front of where the male had been standing. He notices the source of prana, and turns into its direction with a spiteful look.
"King Gilgamesh. Is that in all truth you I am standing before?" The Queen reveals herself. Her dress was that of nobility, her soft spoken yet strong voice that of something divine. Her long hair was silky and smelled of the river Tigris - one of two sources of all life in Babylonia. Her face was so beautiful that it would capture the heart of /any/ man. And even in Gilgamesh's case, her beauty did not seem to go unoticed. No matter how arrogant, how proud, how self important he was, he could not deny he was stunned by such beauty. It was something that belonged into his treasury. He knew, from the minute his eyes fell upon her. A curvy and womanly form. Eyes that toyed to seduce. Full lips that would be more than fitting to satisfy him in any way he wanted. And on top of all that, /she/ knew who he was. He has always disliked how the filth of the modern world, or the summoned mongrels who call themselves "heroes" did not remember him. Him who had built the first civilization in the world. It was insulting and made him burn with rage anytime. When she approached, he believed it would just be the same. Another mongrel full of undeserved arrogance and hubris. But it appears that he's been wrong…
"I am indeed the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh. Who are you, woman?"
Even if he was impressed, pleased by the appearance of this divine being, someone worth shifting his attention towards - his tone remained arrogant and demanding.
Something the Queen loved so very much. The sound of his voice caused a smile to form on her lovely lips. She takes small, feminine steps forward, until she can look him into the eyes close up. Her seductive ones piercing his so very much. Admiration, worship - even love, within them.
"I am Semiramis. The Queen of Assyria. We Assyrians are the descendants of the Sumerians. Basically, I ruled Babylonia just as you once have. As a little girl, you were my idiol, so of course, elements of your own rulership can be found in mine. But is that really surprising? You are the creator of civilization. Any King or Queen that came after you, only lived by your teachings."
She bows her head politely, to show him respect. Gilgamesh cannot help but smirk. He was entirely pleased by how this woman acted towards him. He did not hold back, he grabs her hand and gives its palm a kiss, a token of kindness from a King to a worthy followers Not to mention the beautiful woman she was, such a gesture was only deserving.
"You know your manners and how to speak to me the King of Heroes, woman. I shall compliment you for ruling the empire I founded. It is no easy task to perform." He lets go of her hand, his gaze entirely focused on her.
"Oh my! By Marduk! I made sure the empire was one of the strongest in the world! I conquered and met the great Iskander. My people were happy, there was a lot of wealth, our lives were full of joy and pleasure! No one living under my rulership would have any regrets. And it is all, thanks to your teachings." A little blush appears on her cheek as he takes the opportunity to kiss her hand. She was a woman desired by many men, but him of all people, she wouldn't have expected to sway so soon.
"Iskander? He's a King worthy of my respect." Gilgamesh smirks as he remembers the good times the two spend in the last war.
" Feel honored woman. It's not often that I go out of my way and compliment another. You've proven to be worthy the effort however." He lifts his head to look at the fortress that transported her here.
It's something he hasn't seen for quite a while. Something that looked much like the buildings built during his rulership. Something that screamed of wealth and comfort.
"The fortress you came with looks fairly intriguing. As the King of Heroes, I demand closer inspection." He doesn't wait for her agreement on it, instead sets a foot onto the stairs and moves upwards, wondering if what was inside was as impressive as the outside, and the Queen herself.
"But of course. I wish to hear your opinion of what is my base right now."
Semiramis follows him. She snaps her fingers to make all the servants in her fortress bow down on their knees. Those were tooth dragon soldiers, but they served her just as good as the slaves she used to command in her kingdom.
Gilgamesh was more than pleased at the sight of plebians bowing to him. It's been too long that he experienced this feeling. The mongrels in this age did just not know how to honour their rightul King.
"I'm pleased already. Those mongrels you rule over know their place." He stops by the main entrance door and gives the fragment a look.
"Admireable architecture. Not as impressive as what my Kingdom had, but quite close."
Two servants push the door open to grand the King and Queen entrance. The hall they entered was large and bright. There were sculptures of the Gods and important Mesopotamian rulers, one of Gilgamesh as well, in the center of the lot. The walls were decorated with Lapis Lazuli from the far east. It smelled of wine and Mesopatamian foods, a good reminder on his old life. He feels nostalgia at the sight of this and to be perfectly honest, it has been a while since he had been so pleased.
He turns to look at her. "Semiramis. You have impressed me in a way I like. Not only are you yourself a treasure that belongs into my Gate, everything you have created is. This entire fortress, your servants. Treasures lost from my Gate, but at the same time, treasures I will obtain." He places his hand on her cheek and rubs it, before letting it move down her neck to give it a dominating squeeze.
This was not mere fakery. No, the fakers Gilgamesh met all acted as if the things they hold are their own, as if it was not because of /him/ that they were capable to become what they are. This woman knew, it was thanks to Gilgamesh that the establishment of her Kingdom was even possible. There was no hubris and arrogance towards him from this woman. And he more than liked that fact.
Semiramis could not hold herself back. Despite being a beautiful woman, she was lustful, a lover of sexual intercourse and pleasure, just as Gilgamesh was. She moans and closes her eyes for when he touches her in such a dominating manner.
"You have not yet seen… all the pleasures this fortress has to offer." Her big eyes, the seductive hues, pierce his once more. And he felt himself pulled in by them. The power this woman possessed was remarkable, capable of seducing even the mightiest of Kings.
"I will take a look at it at a later time. Now, you shall make me and yourself happy, by serving me as you are meant to." He moves her against the wall by holding one of her wrists, the other hand moves down her dress to reveal the large boobs she possessed and without a waste of time, his lips captured that pink nipple of hers, his tongue tailed along it and then he began to suck her stiffening nipple with all the mighty experience the King - a lover of joy, gained throughout his life with the many women he bedded. Semiramis places her hand in his hair, feeling up the golden strands. They were soft and their mere touch provided her with comfort. Just as one would expect from a divine creature. Her other hand runs over his chest gently, she slowly moves the hand under the white shirt and jacket he wore, so that she could feel up his flesh - learn what the flesh of the King she always loved and respected felt like. The mere touch confronted her with a bliss she has not experienced before. And she knew, she was a woman deserving of such pleasure. She presses his head deeper into her breast, she was needy to feel more of him. In response to her begging, he moved back, giving her tit a final lick. With a smirk he moved up, to tower over her as he had before.
"You want pleasure from me, daughter of Babylon. But how is it that you expect to get some before serving your king rightfully?" He takes a hold of her long hair, bunching it up in a ponytail he somewhat violently pushes her down so that she was forced on her knees. As a mighty Queen, she never would have forgiven anyone else to handle her this way. But as this was Gilgamesh she could not help but feel horny. The fluids dripped from her pussy, staining the panties she wore. She moans, and rubs herself through the gown.
"Very well my King. But know, that I expect as much the pleasure I offer in return." She smirks back at him before opening the zip to the black pants he wore. His manhood pops out, slapping her cheek as it was already fully errect. She felt more than happy to know she aroused the Great King of Heroes so. She held his penis in her hand for a short while, just taking in the sight of it, which errect her so much more. She moans as her thick lips part and as they move closer, they wrap around his manhood and begin to suck it slowly. At first she just sucked half of his kingly cock. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed how the thickness of it moved back and forth in her loving mouth. She gasped, the feeling of his hard cock inside her mouth as well as his scent, the presece of her childhood idol, it all got her so horny that the fingers she used to rub her pussy tear apart the panties she wore roughly, throwing the ruined garment to the ground. Gilgamesh watches her, clearly loving how dirty she was. Such a woman who knows what pleasure was - she was indeed, a true Babylonian. Once the panties were out the way, Semiramis inserts but a single finger into her wet hole and begins to finger herself. Just in time, she takes more of his cock in, going balls deep. Letting his hard cock slam against her throat as she eagerly sucks him, making lewd sounds of moaning and gagging. Her eyes flash open only to look up at his red hues. A strong eye contact was established between them. Staring into her eyes so intensely caused Gilgamesh's cock to twitch in her mouth, pre-cum leaking from it. He grabs her hair tighter and forces her to move quicker, shoving her head back and forth as he grunts with pleasure. His eyes keep focused on hers, watching the salvia that drips down her mouth, onto her boobs and even lower, staining her dress. She gasps. She can feel his member hitting the back of her throat each time he forces such thrusts into her mouth. But she loved it. Everything he did. How roughly he handled her, how he knew exactly what she wanted. Her mouth was ravaged by him in the way she loved. He proved his manly strength to her, his might as a King. He was in fact, the only being she would ever consider above herself. She keeps sucking, her tongue moving around his cock, caressing it, giving it everything it needed. Until it finally brought Gilgamesh over the edge. He holds her head tightly, shoving it balls deep up his member as he realises his sticky seed inside of her, a long groan escaping him.
"Only a Queen such as you shall be granted to recieve my godly seed." He comments as he fills her mouth, loving how she so willingly accepted each drop he spilled into her. He can feel her swallowing it all, her tongue licking his stained cock clean, almost as if begging for more.
"Ah! Your seed is that of the Gods indeed, never have I tasted something so delicious." She moans as she pulls away, fingering herself still.
"You may stand." He demands of her. The Queen moves onto her feet, the horniness between her legs making such a little difficult. The King removes the finger from her slit and gives it a sniff.
"The stench of Babylon lingers within even your juices. You are a true treasure of Babylon. How could you have escaped from my gate?" He presses her against the wall, letting the dress she only partly wore now drop completely from her form.
"It's because, I'm a sneaky woman. No, a venomous tigress even." She chuckles before placing a loving kiss onto his lips, her tongue entering his mouth without permission, rudely, but fitting for an independent woman such as her. He did not mind. He admired that slyness she had to her. It was exciting.
"You're not granted to escape again." He lets his black pants drop, he raises her legs to wrap them around his waist and with a gentle but swift movement, he lets his yet again errected manhood enter her, causing her face to twist in pleasure, her lips parting, mouth gaping as a loud moan escapes her and fills this very fortress.
"How could I, when a man such as you is claming me?" She responds in a husky tone, her legs wrapping around his waist much tighter, inviting his cock in even deeper.
He began to thrust, slowly at first, looking into her eyes for a while before shifiting his attention to her jiggling breasts. Her pink and perfect nipples were stiffened. Knowing how much all this turned her on, how lewd she was, made him smirk. He soon stopped going so slow and began to slam into her deeply, roughly. Causing her to scream with both pain and pleasure. She grips his arms tightly. By the Gods, she had never in her life been taken so roughly - in such a manly way. It was true bliss and she was going to get addicted to it. His arms wrap around her waist, holding her close as he pulls her in further.
"The beauty and skill of Babylonian women perhaps is one of the things I missed the most." He comments before sucking her neck, his thrusts pacing up once again, becoming harder.
"With 10 years of not having any of that, I truly wonder how you enjoyed yourself.." She chuckles in between of slutry moans. His teeth bite into her precious flesh before granting her the answer.
"There have been a few women worthwhile. But none has been as good at the game of pleasure as the Babylonian women I bedded. Or you for that matter." He wraps his hand around her throat to squeeze it, just lightly, as the sadism in him wishes to see her robbed off air, just as his thrusts become harder once again, his balls hitting against her thighs so hard.
"You whom I am going to make scream so loudly tonight."
And of course, the King did not fail. She screamed loudly from the sudden sensation of pain, but was stopped as his hand around her throat took her liberty to breathe. She stares at him as she gasps, the helplessness in her previously confident eyes making his own shine brightly with amusement.
"You're.. a sadist my King.." She speaks with the little strength her voice was able to gather.
"True pleasure has a far rage." He squeezes her throat harshly one last time, as he whispers to her, the movement of his cock coming to a stop. He for now just rests it within her, letting her walls suck the thickness of his cock in, enwrapping it with their warmth and staining it in their fluids. She coughs when his hand removes itself from her throat, a bit of salvia now trailing down her chin. He looks at it, leaving it were it was because the sight of it satisfied him all the more, his hand runs over her lips, her lower first, then the bottom.
"I'm going to do to my treasure whatever my mood requires." He gropes both of her boobs with each hand of his and squeezes them tightly.
"And together, we shall lighten up this filthy world. So that it once more, remembers who its true King is."
It seemed like, apart from the great pleasure this woman gave the King, she shifted his goal into a new direction. It was unknown yet to him why he didn't bother making that goal into a reality yet. Though he believed he wasted enough time and seeing the beauty of Babylonia presented to his eyes after 10 years of being confronted with filth on a daily basis, made him remember how important it was to turn this world into /his/ own empire once again. And this woman, would be a great asset to this.
"My King. Is that what you wish for?" She speaks softly, moaning almost.
"Indeed. This world shall remember who its true and only ruler is. An inferno - and only the surviving ones will be worth living in my kingdom, under my rule, with you, as my wife."
"That's a request I cannot deny, my King."
"And I would not allow you to, daughter of Babylon."
She chuckles whole-heartly, pleased that once more, she got her hands on a great King. Such men were after all only deserving of her as well as she was only deserving of them. She knew, even if it was the Great Gilgamesh, her perfection would cause him to fall for her. She suceeded with her plan. Now he was his and she would manipulate him like she has manipulated Kings before. To rule with him by her side, the greatest pleasure she could ever hope for. Her hands move on his ass, pusing it to cause his cock to thust into her again.
"Fill me with your seed, so that we can complete this ceremony." She stares at him with begging eyes.
"You will recieve what only the worthiest recieve." He thrusts into her several more times, their flesh slapping against that of the other, both of their bodies were covered in sweat. They both moaned with such pleasure, for both of them, this had been a kind of pleasure they have never felt before.
Two perfect beings have found one another - meant to rule this world and meant to statisfy one another.
And soon, Gilgamesh releases his seed into her accepting womb. Semiramis cummed just in time with him, her own fluids shooting out and onto his member, staining it, their union complete now. Being closer than you could be to someone, having shared the most private moment with each other, giving each other something so intimate.
When they finally finish and their bodies relax, both of them pant in exhaustion. One might think that people such as these two, people who have had so much sex in their lives, wouldn't be exhausted so easily, but matter of fact was, /they7 were the only ones capable to exhauste each other so much.
"My King, this was truly blissfull." Semiramis rubs Gilgamesh's cheek while smiling weakly at him. He responds with an arrogant smirk, knowing of course that his cock would make /any/ woman happy.
"But of course. Be happy, you've been blessed to feel me so deeply."
He pulls out.
The Queen sits on her throne, naked. She snaps her fingers.
"Water."
"I require wine." The King interupts, giving the servant that was about to offer him a glass of water an annoyed glare.
"Aha.. You love wine, my King. I do too, but after you exhausted me so, I need some water to cool down first."
"Very well. It is only natural for you to be so exhausted after taking me in." He accepts the glass of wine that was offered to him then, taking a sip. The wine was good, but not grand like the wine he was used to.
"This is a bit of a disappointment. I expected there to be better wine here." He snarls in annoyance.
The Queen stands and moves behind him, pressing her nude body against his. She knew well how to calm enraged men down. With her body and her senses she could calm any man down in but seconds.
"I am sorry. I am afraid you won't be able to find fine Sumerian wine here. But I wish for you to show me the taste of it. I believe myself deserving of its taste." She gives him a kiss on his cheek.
And he did calm, her words pleased him because they gave him what a King like him deserves. Respect, honor, worship.
"Very well." He snaps his fingers and a Golden amphora appears standing on the ground.
"You shall learn what truly delicious wine is." He looks at the servants who immediately fill two golden cups that appeared as well, taken from his Gate.
Semiramis accepts the cup and sips the wine down.
"My… this truly is an irreplaceable deliciousness." Her eyes shine, impressed at such great taste.
He smirks as he drinks from his own cup.
"There is only the best within my treasures. However, the wine you offered me is by far not as filthy as what this modern world provides one with."
"I thank you." She goes to sit on her throne once more, and her delighted eyes observe his naked form.
"How handsome. How godly. Hmm… You are just as I pictured you to be. Perfection that cannot be found in the world of the death, the mortal, the immortal or the Gods."
"Of course. There can only be one true being such as me." He empties the cup of wine and approaches her, lifting her head by placing his hand under her chin.
"Now that you know what else I need you for, do not waste much time. If your Master stands in our way, you are to kill him. I have a Master on my leash, it will be easy for the both of us to gain prana from him to remain in this World. But then, I expect a woman like you to have her ways with the one who summoned her."
The Queen looks into his eyes, just with her mere gaze assuring that she won't fail.
"Of course. I'm a woman capable of manipulating even the mightiest of man."
She claims, all of it being sheer truth.
But it was questionable if the King of Heroes himself was someone who'd fall prey to her.
Chapter 1 end!
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