[And it is nice, Shrike's hand in her hair, her moans and gasps, engulfed in passion. Gods, she's so beautiful.

Sekhmet withdraws, wiping the blood from her lips, and pulls her hand away with an amused laugh. Yes, it has to be this way. It only adds to the fun, right?]

Now, now, my sweet. The princess always gets satisfied first.

[She lies back on the bed, against the pillow, spreading her legs. She's slick, obviously aroused, and spreads her lips obscenely, to urge her on. She flashes a smirk, cocky and completely self-assured.]

My handmaiden, I order you to pleasure me. Be a good girl and I'll let you stay with me, in my realm. I might even let you get off.