The Last Oracle

As I wheezed, still recovering, I felt her hands urging me towards the bath. “Come. The warm steam will soothe your lungs, Andrew. Let me help you.”

I was ashamed to feel myself beginning to harden with wanton desire as she removed my toga with delicate fingers. Speechless, blushing, and inebriated by her attentions, I stepped down into the bath. Fed from the natural hot springs of the volcano, it was the one luxury I had.

I clearly heard the Queen undressing, and her clothes falling to the tiled floor. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was completely nude as I felt the waves lap at me when she entered the bath behind me. “You are different Andrew. You are unassuming and honest. I’ve thought of you before, you know. Wanted to take you to my bed. Sit down?”

My tongue was utterly tied as I sat on the stone bench. “Close your eyes and I will wash your hair.”

I did as she bid, and it felt amazing to have her fine hands working the soap through my foul locks! “Lean back.” I moved back, to rinse my hair, only to feel her bare breasts against my shoulders!

At that point, I lost my balance, and floundered backwards, like an imbecile! But the Queen easily righted me in the water, and her laughter was musical and lively. “Have you truly never felt the touch of a woman?”

My face burned with shame. “No, never. Some have tried to pay for my services with such things, but it never interested me, to lay with a woman as a form of barter. If I ever do, I should want a lady to come to me freely, of her own will, not out of necessity.”

The Queen started to lather my shoulders and torso, and it felt delicious! “And so I have. The question still remains whether you will have me.”

I licked my lips, conflicted. Ultimately, my sense of duty allowed itself to be warped by my lustful thoughts. “I would never deny my Queen.”

She snorted at me! “And if I were not your ruler? Would you accept my overtures then? Just as (Y/N), not your queen.”

I smiled. “Of course! You have the touch of a demigoddess, the soft voice of a siren, and you smell better than the freshest flowers in the spring. If I were not an oracle, and just a poor, blind man, I would spend my life wooing you. You are a treasure.”

I felt her rinsing my hair and body, even washing my face, and then heard her putting things away. I felt a heavy heart that such an erotic experience was about to end-

She sat in my lap! And she was naked as the day she was born! Immediately, the pressure in my loins grew more urgent as I felt her wrap her arms around my neck.

“Then now, let us just be Andrew, and (Y/N). Together.” And with that, I felt her press her lips against mine.

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