A Doomed Queen

“Where are we to go from there? We’ve already got history’s most famous beauty.” Skylar slouches in her chair kicking her buckle covered boots up in defeat. As if they’d set such a high bar with Helen that nothing else would compare.

Lucifer grins. “Come now you can’t expect me to believe you’ve already blown your load.”

“Fair enough.” Skylar extends her hand, and the mountain side is gone. Replaced with a river, and on it a single ship heading their way.

“Only one boat?” Helen Smirks.

“While divine blood may run through her veins, Helen is still just a mortal, let’s bring you something a little more godly.”

The boat draws closer, and we can see two men, and nothing more.

“Divine child of the sun, and goddess of her people.”

The boat docks with the balcony and we see the two beefy men are holding a majestic Capet in the hands. They are dark skinned beauties, shirtless and sweating despite the snow.

“We present to you the lust of emperors and generals…”

The men stand before the fire pit, carpet in hand.

“The Queen of the Nile!”

With a flourish the men lay the carpet on the floor, unraveling it to reveal a woman!

“Cleopatra!”

Fans do not try this at home, you will look stupid. Only Cleopatra in all her dark splendor could try. Her reveal was dynamic and she laid upon the plush carpet like a cat. Before her was a bowl of dates, which she plucked from lazily, a gauzy dress flowed off of her body, but was so thin it hid neither her dark nipples nor her pussy.

The Queen of the Nile is a goddess among women. Her smooth dark skin is decorated with streaks of gold paint, highlighted by dark charcoal lines. She’s long, and thin, and looks completely at ease, almost bored. Her hair goes straight to her shoulder, with bangs cut perfectly at her brow, not a solider out of place. Her dark eyes are made darker by her heavy eyeliner, which gives her an almost avian gaze.

“That thrumming in your heart.” Her words are regal, commanding, and so sure. “It’s perfectly normal for those who look upon my divine form. The stiffness in your pants, no less common.” She lifts a hand towards satan and flicks the pit of a date at his face. “But know that burning lust will find no relief if you continue to think I’d compete with these animals for a place by your side.”

Satan grins, picks the pit from his cheek and pops it in his mouth, chewing it was a crunch. “Prideful as ever Cleo.”

“You seems confident.” Skylar observers, the acme of understatements.

“In a just world he’d be competing for me. A goddess groveling for the affection of an Angel? Whoever heard of such Lunacy?”

Lucifer smiles . “Ah but dear Cleo, This world is not just, I’ve made sure of that. Besides you did not taste so divine when I sunk my fangs into your tit.” Low blow bringing up a lady’s suicide like that. Sometimes Satan has no class at all.

The goddess scoffs, and rolls her eyes. She sucks on another date. Juice decadently spills from her mouth. “Then your burning lust will remain, little cherub.”

“I’m sure I’ll find another willing to slake it.”

“But none better.” Her gauzy dress soon becomes a heavy sweater too large for her, and her sweet brown feet were encased in a pair aid heavy wool socks. Her servants are likewise dressed in the uniform of the lodge and carry Cleopatra rug and all to the fire pit.

“Cleopatra it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Skylar beams. “What are your initial thoughts as we begin the game?”

“It beats that bloody hurricane I’ve been stuck in. When I win my place as queen of hell I’ll be sure to release Mark-Anthony from his torment.”

“Ah so your fighting for someone then?” Skylar can smell the drama on the wind, almost salivating at where this storyline could go.

“True love.” Cleopatra smiles, looking almost childish as she says this, not a god at all, but a love sick puppy.

Lucifer rolls his eyes. “Has two thousand years of torment taught you nothing?”

Cleopatra smiles. “Only that you think we’re worth keeping apart.” To her side Helen giggles, and the two share a friendly look.

Skylar was loving this. “He’s going to have his hands full with you, isn’t he?”

“And be thankful for it.” She looks at Lucifer and spits out another seed. “He likes a challenge.”

He grins back. “I am the challenger. Just be careful with that mouth of yours. I am not allowed to affect a mortal’s free will, but The Producers are under no such restrictions. I’d hate to see you reduced to a drooling animal on my account.”

Though the tent he’s pitching says otherwise. Cleopatra shrugs casually as she sucks on a date, but Lucifer’s serpant eyes and the cameras both caught a bead of sweat roll down Cleopatra’s forehead.