The head of his cock brushed her groin, feeling wet and slick. He was finally ready for her. Cleopatra ground once hard against his squirming, asserting her power over him, then lifted herself enough to position his cock against her lips, then slid down upon him. He went in smoothly, aided by his own juice, and she settled against the base.<br/><br/>He was not overly large, like her personal bed slaves, though her perfect loins seemed to wrap around him tightly. Cleopatra moaned into his mouth, but it was more to spur his own arousal than her own. The act of taking him within her would allow her to glimpse into his mind. It wouldn’t explain everything she desired, but it would at least be enough to catch sight of the state of the world.<br/><br/>Ever so slowly, she moved her hips back and forth, grinding his cock within her. She controlled the pace as she trapped his hips firmly under her weight. The passion gradually built within her, low in her abdomen. Yes…how long had it been since she had received a fucking? A hundred years? Hundreds? Thousands? She would enjoy him to his fullest, and what was left of him would bow down and serve her.