Good End

And it was **** at all.

How empty is wealth if you horde it for it’s own benefit?

Olympias the most ruthless woman in history had taught her that. She had removed Cleopatra’s corruption from her mind, gave her a new life. That was a feeling Cleopatra desired more than wealth itself.

She wanted to know what it felt like to save someone.

“I wish, Stan and Satan were reunited, with Stan being in charge from now on.

Satan snarled. “Why you slimey little…”

Cleopatra bit into the forbidden fruit, and everything went white.

—--

Camping!

Can you believe it?

Cleopatra Queen of The Styx, out camping.

“...and then you use the second grahm cracker to slide the skewer out!” Erica proudly posed with her smore, as the two Elizabeths both eagerly followed her instructions. She giggled goopily as she bit into her snack. She caught Cleopatra staring, with with a mouth still crammed with marshmallow and chocolates offered Cleopatra her bag. “Yuh wan won?”

Cleopatra gave a incredlious look to the snack, and turned away. “Only truffles for the queen little girl.” Mark Anthony said, holding a platter of Cleopatra’s favorites.

“He’s right.” Cleopatra smiled, and accepted the treats. She began to enjoy herself, and Mark Anthony sat down and began to kiss and lick at her neck and ears. Paying special attention to the piercings. She moaned appropriately and all around the campsite the slaves perked up and smiled at seeing their queen so pleased.

“I’m glad you let me keep my desires my love. They make me absolutley insatiable for you.”

She whimpered as he pleasured her through her piercing. “Oh, ah, of course my love. I should never have shunned you like I did. How could I not enjoy something that turns you on so much?”

He said nothing and looked up as Olympias walked their way. “Hello, Mistress.” Cleopatra said cautiously. She was still trying to get a feel for the Harem, it was hard to swallow that all of her enemies were suddenly going to become docile bunny rabbits to her “How is he?”

Olympias gave a deferintial nod. “Still thinking.”

“I bet.” Cleopatra looked up at the gates of hell, it’d been a long time since she last stood before them. Of course last time she’d been dragged through them, kicking and screaming.

“You should go talk to him.” Olympias said.

Cleopatra cocked an eyebrow. “Dating advise from Olympias?”

The Amazon snorted and turned her head away. “For my position to mean anything, this Harem needs a stable structure. I’m looking out for my own intrest.”

“Of course.” Cleopatra got up and gave Mark Anthony a peck on the cheek. “Either way, good work Olympias.” Cleopatra gave the giant a gentle touch, one that sent Olympias swooning with a blush, her own emberassment of course adding to her enjoyment.

“Thank you… my queen.” Olympias coughed, trying to clear her lust away.

“Now go have Erica make you a s’more.” Cleopatra sauntered over towards Stan who was sitting by himself on a hill, just staring at the massive doors which kept all the evils of Hell at bay. Selfishly he kept himself alone, despire a small army of women and men who desperately wanted his attention on their honeymoon, Cleopatra most of all. “Mind if I sit?”

He shrugged.

“Thank you master.” The world tasted like sweet wine on her tongue. She sat and let him enjoy her silence. Though their bodies were like magnets and as they sat they scooched closer and closer, until her head was resting on his. The mere touch of these two bound lovers, made them both shiver with joy.

Stan allowed himself a soft giggle. “That’s so weird.”

Cleo smiled. “Am I really so unloveable?”

“No, of course not.” She smiled. “It’s just different than it was. You’re mine, I own you, I love you, you’re a treasure, my treasure.”

“Yes.” She smiled dreamily and rubbed against him like a cat. “Say more.”

He smiled, and put his hand around her, casually caressing her exposed breasts. “There’s just no doubt in me now… between us.”

“Isn’t that nice?”

“Yes.” His thumbs found her pierce nipples and began tugging on them absentmindidly. Cleopatra bit her lip, and tried not to distract him by moaning in pleasure. “One less thing to worry about.”

She huffed and rolled her body, passion sweeping over her. “Worry worry worry, we finally escape from the game, and you’re already worrying about what comes next.” This might have sounded more biting if she wasn’t saying between gasps and stiffled moans.

He chuckled. “What comes next is Hell, I think I’m allowed.”

“Are you worried you’ll have trouble gaining control.”

He smiled at her, and brought his hand away from her nipple. She hid her dissapointment by rubbing her other breast against him. “No, this isn’t like the show. I’m one of the most powerful beings in the universe now that I have his power, plus I have the eight strongest demons in hell on my side, I’m not to worried about everyone falling in line.”

“Then what?”

He looked to her, his eyes sad. “I don’t want to run hell. All the ****, I mean… it’s the place where all of you suffered for so long. I won’t be able to stand it.”

That made sense. Having a few thousand years of experience with the place, Cleopatra could relate. Even the demons who did the torturing were surrounded by the wretched cries, and wails of the sinful. Only a supremely sadistic and hateful being could find any solace or peace in that place. Only Satan. “Maybe you can make it different. It’s a reflection of its ruler. Satan had his supreme hate, maybe you’ll be able to make use of something else.”

“What would that even be?” He put his head in his hands. “Who am I? That Ice Witch was right, I’m just a doll pretending to be a man, I…”

“Do you want to **** of bulk of mankind for all of eternity?”

“Of course not.”

She shrugged, like it was all so easy for her. “That’s good enough for me. We’ll figure the rest out.” She smiled at him, and gave him a soft caress. “We are what we do Stan, so let’s do something awesome.”

That brought some light back to him. “We’ll do something better.”

“Damn right.” She pulled herself away from him. “If you’re going to be my husband, you’ve got to have ambition.”

He pushed her lightly, and brought her back into ann embrace. Together the couple looked back at the Gates of Hell, the next land for them to Conquer. “I suppose turning Hell into a paradise… would be a form of corruption.”

That made her moan, and purr. “Oh Baby, now you’re speaking my language.”