MG roulette (Pharaoh)

Ross had thought of a lot of things when he used the roulette email. A noticeably inhuman woman would come from the otherworld (or whatever their place was called) and they would try things out romantically in a weird form of speed dating. If his internet hadn't died right after he pushed the button he would have known just want kind of monster he signed up for.

 He had expected something along the lines of the succubi or harpies, as those seemed to be common place. He knew some people had acquired weirder things like turtles or that one that dressed and glowed like she was a lantern...

What he didn't expect today was a giant red cobra to appear in his room. The snake was looked like it could swallow him whole with ease and that worried him as he had read about pythons that died trying to swallow adult humans and this cobra's body as almost as large as he was and three times as long.

At least that's how it was when it first showed up. It turned out that the freakishly large cobra wasn't into human flesh or even biting him, instead, it was content with watching with the occasional flick of the tongue at him as he stared back. He was sure by now that it was missing with him.

“Is my pet really that interesting?” Ross jumped at the sudden voice behind him and froze in awe. Standing tall and proud was a tanned woman. Her clothes were Egyptian themed... well, if you could call them clothes, they looked more like the would belong in one those magazines than actual practical wear. It was some form of bikini set with various gold jewellery along with bandages covering her legs and forearms.

There was also what looked like some form of tattoos in various parts of her body, they made it appear that her skin was broken my red cracks that ran in a pattern on her thighs, shoulders and stomach. In all, she was quite beautiful, quite a cut above most.

“Oh my, such a strong focus. First my pet and now me, do you do this with everyone you meet?” She asked with a chuckle, as thee cobra had coiled itself in a way that she cold sit on it, showing no discomfort.

Ross froze and panicked, was he really staring her body that openly? He tried to think of a response for damage control, even if she seemed more amused than offended. “No, it was just the first time I've seen a cobra that large and someone so beautiful.” He told her to before his face scrunched in confusion.

...What the hell was that? That wasn't what he was going to say! Sure he hadn't lied but he was pretty sure he...

The Egyptian woman laughed. “Is that so, it appears my new subject is an honest soul. Isn't he?” She said while stroking her pet's head, the cobra giving a hiss as if to agree.

“Subject?” Ross questioned.

“It is natural for one to serve royalty, is it not? I would think one would be proud to serve a Pharaoh.” She stated. “and as the stars would have it, you have been brought to me by that little game, meaning you now belong to me.” She said with a smile that gave Ross a chill.

“I don't want do be anyone's slave,” Ross said backing away. “I don't belong to anyone.”

If the Pharaoh was offended she didn't show it, But the air around them started to feel heavy as she stood up slowly from her makeshift cobra stool and stepped forward. Ross was staring to feel week in the knees,  he was getting this urge to kneel in worship of this woman, to praise her as if her very being was a gift from the gods. The sensation was nothing like, he had he had felt before.

“I don't take slaves, such a thing is below me.” She said. “My kingdom may have passed, but it was built on the love of subjects and not the blood of slaves.” She said getting into his personal space.  With him frozen in place, he did nothing to stop her stroking his cheek  “I was, and still am, a benevolent ruler, so I can assure you that serving me will bring you nothing but joy.”

Staring strait into her eyes had increased the feeling of worship like before, it was like the world was slowly starting to melt around him and all that mattered was her. He lifted s hand slowly, wanting to take hers away but he felt like he was going to touch some priceless fragile thing like it was something he wasn't worthy of doing.

And then so suddenly (Or at least it felt that way), she removed her hand and stepped back. The feeling was gone and with it Ross's entire thought process.

“Well then, I suppose  should explore what's going to be the base of my new kingdom.” She said, leaving the room with her cobra following. It was a few moments later that Ross broke out of his trance and realised he was alone in the room.

“Holy crap.” he said out loud to himself. What sort of unearthly power was this woman running on?  What just happened was more than enough proof that the Pharaoh was not human. No one have ever made him fell that way about anyone. He had attractions to women sure, but nothing had him feeling like they should be treated like that.

With nothing else to do, he left is room and looked around, heading to the kitchen when he saw the end of the cobra's tail slither in. when he entered, she was at the counter, eating an apple while looking over several appliances.

Noticing him arrive, the Pharaoh looked up. “What is this thing?” She asked, pointing at the toaster.

“It's a toaster, you use it to heat small and thin things like slices of bread or pop tarts and stuff,” he said.

“Pop tarts?” She questioned.

“Uh...” Ross never thought he would have to explain a pop tart to anyone. “It's like a pastry that's filled with sweet fruit filling or chocolate.”

Something must have registered in her head as her eyes lit up. “I wish to try this `pop tart`.”

“Well, maybe another time when I can get some for you,” Ross said. He was down to his last packed and those things were not cheap.

It was clear he had a bad poker face as the pharaoh's eyes narrowed. The feeling of worshipping her from before retuning. “Are there any in this house?”

“I am down to my last packet.” He said as his eye's widened. She could force the truth out of people! And make it feel good to do it too!”

“Make them for me,” she said while flicking her hair behind her ear. Ross in an almost robotic fashion walked over to the cupboard to get the box out.

“At, once, my queen.” Internally, Ross was panicking. How was she dong all of this? By the time he snapped out of it, he was presenting them to her on a plate. “It's ready, but be careful, they're hot.”

The pharaoh took in the scent of the tarts and smiled. “Smells delicious.” She said as she picked up one and took a bite. The look of joy that came across her face as she munched was a site he wished he took a picture of. In a flash she had eaten the first one and was half way though the second.

Ross just sat there in amazement; he didn't think anyone enjoyed pop tarts as much as she was right now. “I take it you like it then?” he asked.

She finished sweating and licked her fingers and lips in a way that could be described as erotic. “It was quite the treat. Who knew this world had such great things?” She said as her pet hissed in a way that Ross was sure was a sigh.

“Urm... it's not really that special. You could get them at markets.” he said as her eyes sparkled.

“These pop tarts are common? It took so much time to prepare things like this back at the palace. We must acquire more at once!” She said getting excitedly.

“Well... I don't really have the money for them, maybe another time.” He told her. The pharaoh's eyes narrowed as that feeling of worshipping her shot though the roof. This time Ross actually did drop to one knee.

“Are you refusing me? Are you telling me what I can and can't do?” She asked with a hind of steel in he sweet tone.

“No, its just that I-” Ross began. The queen moved in close and lifted his chin.

“Such things like money mean little to me, if that is what you need, that could be easily arranged. I simply desire more of those tarts, and you don't want to disappoint your queen do you, my cute subject?” she asked him.

“No, my queen.” He answered. The feeling lifted again and he slowly rose to his feet.

“Good! Now then, where are these markets so that we buy more tarts?” she said. The smile and glint in her eye made him shiver.

~X~ (2 months later)

Ross was once told that having a girlfriend would be the most expensive and hopefully rewarding experiences of your life.

Queen Eliza was making that more true with every passing day. If it wasn't buying meat for her snake (apparently it was called `big band`, she named it when she was a kid and shot him a dirty look when he laughed about it.), it was paying for the as for the massive amount of luxuries and food she was going though.

At first, it was simple womanly things like soaps and clothes, but soon she wanted to `see the pleasures of the modern world` so now Ross owned various things he wouldn't normally consider buying, let alone afford.

On the bright side, Ross didn't exactly pay for all of it. Eliza had converted some of her treasure she entered her buried slumber. The money was enough for her to pay for anything she wanted, so Ross wasn't put out financially by her shopping. Not completely anyway. In what Eliza considered his `Offerings to his queen` Ross now had to buy her pop tarts on a frequent basis, some times order them online to get unique flavours she had wanted to try.

The “rewarding” part of it was he and the pharaoh got close over the last couple of months. While a lot if it was spent in the days servicing Eliza and following her various orders, she had become increasingly concerned with his well being.

When he asked, her she looked away,  and said. “What kind of third-rate pharaoh lets her subjects suffer?” which was good enough for him.

Big band had also become affectionate for a cobra. Though he had to keep it out of the hallway as it's presence scared deliverymen, especially when its body was bloated after eating something large.

Currently, Ross was seated in his living room. Looking over the roulette to find out more info about the pharaohs and that weird compulsion thing Eliza was capable of doing.

It turns out that the pharaoh's have a god given “royal power” that laces their words with authority, a thing to help keep order in their kingdoms. The reason he couldn't disobey her is due to it being subconsciously within reason, and to go against it he had to reject the order from the bottom of his heart.

In all, he could say that he liked his current life style of taking care of his queen. She was a wonderful person beyond her royal status, and it warmed him to know that she cared for him on some level. Even so, maybe he should try to make a move and see how far he could take it.

With that in mind preparations were in order, he just had to get the timing right.

In ten minuets Eliza came into the living room to see that Ross had made a plate of fresh pop tarts and a glass of pomegranate juice. “Good morning, Eliza,” he said.

“Morning Ross, what made you prepare all this early,” Eliza asked

“Can a subject not try to pleasantly surprise his queen?” Ross asked back presenting the plate. Eliza rose a questioning eyebrow but didn't say any thing instead she sat down on the sofa with the plate and tucked into her pop tarts.

With her distracted by eating. Ross exited the room and quickly got to the bathroom to collect the skin lotion and cloths that she had bought in one of her shopping sprees. When he got back Eliza was eating her last tart and watching TV. Keeping as quite as possible, He sneaked up behind her and started to rub her shoulders.

Eliza froze and turned her head to look at him. “what are you doing?”

Ross put up a strong front and grinned while continued his motions. “You looked so stiff my queen. So I was thinking I massage was in order.”

To his surprise, her cheeks reddened and she nodded. “I-I see, carry on then.” She said she turned back round.

Yes! He was in! While mentally cheering, he poured some lotion into his hand and started on her back. As soon as it touched her skin, she gasped and shuddered. “N-no! Stop!” Normally he would have stopped, but there was something wrong with the way she said it. And then it hit him, there was no power behind her words! Did that mean that she didn't really want him to stop? Maybe she just forgot to use her power? Ross the shrugged and thought f he gave up now he might not get another chance to touch his queen's beautiful body, so he went full steam ahead.

Eliza's moans were getting higher pitched and she started to squirm on the sofa as he continued his massage. The constant focus on her back and sides brought his attention to the red-tattoo like markings on her sides. Thinking he should work their next, he touched the tattoos on her hips and blushed his fingers at them.

Eliza's movements became more wiled. “Y-Your fingers f-feel so well! I-1 can't-!” She tried to say before Ross pushed done on her sides and she let out a very erotic scream as a shiver went though her body.

Ross stepped back in surprise of the scream as he wasn't sure what just happened. Did he just bring her to orga-

“You stopped.”

Ross blinked as he realised the pharaoh had stood up was looking at him with an emotionless expression.

“You stopped.” She said again. “Why did you stop? I didn't say you could stop.”

“I'm sorry my queen, it was just that I-!” The now long familiar feeling of her royal power came up, but it was greater than ever before, it was like all her being was focusing on him at that very moment and once again he found himself on one knee. He looked up at her to see what looked like dark red aura smouldering around her as her eyes and tattoos all glowed.

She also seemed to be ignoring what he had tried to say. “My memories since my awaking are distant at best, but you are the only person I have let touch me like that and I was greatly pleased by your actions. But to give me such pleasure and then take it away? such a foolish subject your are.” She stepped slowly around the sofa and towards him, not once breaking eye contact. Her closing the distance was adding to pressure in the room.

“I didn't mean it that way.” He struggled to say.

“I will not be denied what is mine! And that includes pleasure! You are not finished until I say you are! Did you think you think you were done?” She asked.

“No!” he shouted out.

“Tell me right now, what is it you want?” She demanded.

Ross held nothing back. Gritting his teeth, he stood back up on his feet and stared Eliza down. “I want you! I want to hold you close, to call you in more ways that just `my queen`! I want to wake up in the morning after making love and see your face!”

Eliza looked started to take heavy breaths as her face became flustered and she started rubbing her thighs together. “Then I have one thing to say,” she said.

“What?” Ross could give a proper response.

She started to grope her breast with one hand “Continue your job, my beloved subject. Touch me, service me, pleasure me, shower me with all your desires!”

Given the go-ahead from her order, Ross all but launched himself at the Pharaoh and caught her lips in a fierce kiss that she responded in kind. The two of them stayed like that for some time with each ones hands roaming the bodies of the other. Until they the broke off the kiss and Eliza led Ross to sit down on the sofa. “There is one thing you must be aware of,” she said as she started undoing his shirt buttons.

“And what is that, my queen?” He asked as he reached for her bikini top.

“I have been waiting for this day for some time, even as the ages pass in my slumber, my dreams were clouded with thoughts of this. Be prepared my beloved, for there is so much I want to do with you.” She said as she stared him down and licked her lips

Ross could only gulp in anticipation.

~X~ (2 days later)

“So let me get this strait.” Ross's brother, Peter said as the two sat on the chair in Ross's garden. “You used that E-mail thing that's being going around.”

“Yep,” Ross said, sipping on a coke. While tossing some raw meat to Big band, the cobra enjoying it while the three of them relaxed in the sun.

“And now you're all but legally married to a recently `awoken` supernatural Pharaoh from a weird alternate dimension version of ancient Egypt?” he continued

“Yep.”

“You do realise the family is going to lose their shit when the find out.” He said as he watched Big band swallow the last of its food.

“It's not like I talk to them on a regular basis. They would be shocked not matter when I tell them.” Ross said.

“Fair enough, but what's with all the Pop-tarts?” Peter asked.

“It's her favourite thing, its so I can make them for her whenever she wants and I don't have to go down to the supermarket to get some whenever she binges. Though lately, she hasn't minded if we ran out.” He explained.

“Really? My ex was kinda screwy when we ran out of stuff she liked, what's your secret?”

“Because bother-in law,” Eliza said walking out to the garden towards Ross. “My darling consort here knows just how to satisfy my cravings, more than any sugar treat.” She said as she hugged Ross from behind and whispered a few things in his ear that gave him a stupid grin on his face.

“What did she want?” Peter asked as Eliza went back inside.

“Not much, just her orders for tonight. That, and she wants more apple blast flavour pop tarts.” He said.

“You've got the weirdest relationship I've ever seen,” Peter said as he laughed. “Does it ever get stressful, following orders like that?”

“If it did, she wouldn't have her consort,” Ross said taking another sip while patting a lethargic Big band's head. “And I wouldn't have may queen.”