The crier fell silent, realizing his little joke hadn’t subverted the king’s expectations in a positive manner like he’d hoped. The lesson would leave its mark, quite literally into his skin. Throughout the whipping, there was no sound other than the man’s pitiful cries alongside the sultry sounds of saliva, sucking and slobbering originating from Gilgamesh’s golden throne. After 10 lashes, a simple rise of the demigod’s right hand bid a guard to stop the whipping. Trembling all over and still weeping, the man bleeding from thanked his Majesty for his mercy before stumbling out of royal audience chamber.

“Before we go on, have the United States reconsidered my offer? I won’t be so kind as to repeat myself again.” Immediately, one of Gilgamesh’s political advisors scoured the internet on his tablet, then relayed that while the nation had appointed the vice president as their new leader following his beheaded predecessor, Congress was still debating the issue. “Disappointing. Perhaps they’ll come to their senses soon enough. Although, you’d think the daughter of a nation’s leader would know how to use her mouth properly.” Gilgamesh commented crudely, pushing down the blonde fashion designer’s head closer toward his groin. Gagging, muffled pleas, and the panicked protesting of an all too weak hand against an all too strong thigh could be heard. Her resistance gradually diminished until Gilgamesh pulled her head off of his shaft, tossing the woman gasping for breath aside like chaff.

“She’s yours if you’d like.” He offered to the guard who’d carried out the king’s justice. The man’s eyes glowed with barely restrained lust as he looked down upon the demigod’s used goods, the woman too defeated to even resist her reassignment. Gilgamesh glanced to a buxom brunette in her thirties to his left, beckoning for her to pick up where the president’s daughter had left off. “Don’t fail me Iris.”

“Of course not, your Majesty.” The concubine wore nothing but a simple black thong and a golden necklace signifying her esteemed position in the demigod’s court as she gracefully sank to her knees in between the demigod’s legs. Her nipples were pierced and connected by golden links, the middle one which connected to a chain that trailed down to a similar ring piercing her clit. The king’s attendants alternated between averting their eyes and watching in raptured awe as the mistress wrapped her lips around the demigod’s turgid shaft, gracefully inhaling half in a single swoop before she began bopping up and down.

Clearing his throat, Gilgamesh’s court overseer ignored the gratuitous slurps and licks, looking at the list once again. “Next, presenting Naomi Miles, a porn actress from Spain. She’s shot around 75 scenes, with approximately 30 different companies…” After the overseer rattled off Naomi’s various adult accomplishments, the two guards standing by the double doors pulled them aside, allowing a young petite blonde barely two decades of age to step forward. She was immediately asked to strip and display herself for his Majesty, which she did without hesitation, giving several playful twirls to hopefully enrapture him. He didn’t even blink, let alone utter a word. She reminded him distinctly of someone already in his harem, but her name eluded him. She must not be very memorable then.

Naomi’s entrance hadn’t escaped Iris’ notice. After Iris had finished bathing Gilgamesh’s spear with saliva, fingering herself with one hand while doing so, she stood up and pulled her thong down, dropping the honeyed fabric at the foot of her emperor’s throne. She turned around, surveying the nubile challenger haughtily before slowly impaling herself onto the king’s shaft, letting out a rattling sigh of content as she felt herself get stretched out as if it were her first time despite it being the hundredth time. She rode him slowly to start and though Gilgamesh couldn’t see it, he knew the expression on Iris’ face was that of champion beckoning an upstart to even dare attempt to take what they thought they could handle but couldn’t. He playfully pulled on the chain attached to her clit ring, silently reminding her to not shirk in her duties to him despite being pleased at this turn of events.

Naomi ignored this, though the squaring of her jaw was noticeable. She was asked questions about her measurements, what skills she had, what she’d be willing to do. When Gilgamesh’s attendant, not even the man himself asked her why she thought she was worthy of a spot on his royal harem, she said with a smile, “If accepted, I promise to give him orgasms that’d wipe his memory clean of all other women, especially those past their prime.” Gilgamesh’s overseer was about to inquire as to how Naomi would accomplish this lofty goal of his, but the king himself ushered his attendant into silence with a simple gesture. Naomi straightened her back, keeping her posture elegant and refined as the god emperor graced her with his own tongue. Had she been more observant, she would’ve noticed the dilating of his pupils, how the flecked amber like that of a cat’s or a snake’s turned scornful and predatory, how the emotion embedded inside was that of a parent about to catch their child with their arm up to the elbow in a cookie jar. Arrogance. Unworthy. Unfit.

“A test it is then.” She thought she would get to prove herself on Gilgamesh, didn’t she? Iris restrained a mirthless laugh upon seeing the lady’s face brighten, a coy smile on the inside as Gilgamesh bequeathed his labor upon her. “10 minutes then, for five. No tools. Just you and your body.”

Naomi’s smile dissipated like morning mist meeting sunlight when she realized her task, flabbergasted at this turn of events as Gilgamesh’s attendant set a timer. She hurriedly sat down, spread her legs and began rubbing herself in all the familiar places to generate some semblance of heat on the cold marble. This wasn’t how she’d imagined it. Not at all. Not with him fucking another, not with numerous sets of cruel, cold eyes disdainfully surveying her body perhaps wondering if they’d get a turn with her. The pressure to perform mounted even as she plunged her fingers into herself, truly deplorable in that moment for having soared too high on Icarus’ wings.

Gilgamesh didn’t even sigh when time was called. He knew she failed. And she knew he couldn’t be deceived. “Such a claim is dubious when the speaker doesn’t even know how to satisfy themselves properly. I expected better. Take this failure of a whore away.” The woman was dragged out of the throne roam, her pleas for a second chance fading into the distance. One of Gilgamesh’s hands clasped the underside of Iris’ opulent teats, squeezing the flesh with such savageness that a squeal slipped out of the brunette’s mouth. “Did you find that woman worthy to join you and your sisters?”

“Certainly not. One look and I knew she was better suited for the palace dishwasher.” Iris gasped as Gilgamesh held the golden chain just high enough so that when Iris slammed down, they tugged her nipples upward just the perfect amount. Grabbing the armrests of her king’s throne, Iris twerked her bottom over the demigod’s shaft repeatedly until with a cry borderline scream and a grunt from the king himself, Gilgamesh blessed his subject with a womb bathed in white. Iris collapsed on Gilgamesh’s thighs, reclining against the sun-bathed epitome of a male torso as she remained impaled on his still erect staff. She knew he liked it that way, keeping his fertile seed trapped up inside every woman fortunate enough to receive it until he dismissed them. That was just a piece of knowledge that separated her, one of his royal wives, from just another concubine in his royal harem. “Perhaps it’ll be a boy.” She murmured into his ear as she leaned back.

“Perhaps.” Gilgamesh suspected otherwise, but felt no urge to deprive one of his favorite concubines of the hope that she might bear his progeny. He idly traced her quivering vulva, not facing his court overseer as his fingers lazily walked across her skin. “Who’s next on the list?”

My Vision: Undoubtedly a dark, story-driven prompt revolving around the demigod Gilgamesh on his quest to conquer Earth and its inhabitants, a rewrite from a prompt years ago. This rewrite’s been in the making for quite some while, and I’m proud of the result. The following is to give you some insight on his psychology and will be fairly unsexy, but bear with me if you can.

As one of the world’s first kings plus his demigod lineage, Gilgamesh sincerely believes he is Earth’s rightful ruler based on the divine right of kings. He views the majority of Earth’s current leaders as disobedient rabble who’ve laid claim to this right in their attempts to carve out a bigger piece of the world’s pie for themselves while destroying his ‘garden’, so to speak. However, he does intend to give them the chance to join his regime willingly, seeing as they were elected by the people of their respective nations, but will also murder/imprison opposition. Gilgamesh can be seen as a lawful evil character believing in strict codes of conduct, but also in might is right.

Gilgamesh is meant to be smarter, faster and stronger than any man alive due to his bloodline. Although he firmly believes he is superior to all of mankind, he recognizes that even among cattle there are those that provide more milk than others. Therefore, he collects ‘superior’ human beings with more intellect, strength, artistic sense, political guile and of course sexuality than others to help rule over those unfortunate enough to be enslaved, but even among slaves one can have it better or worse. Being superior is all that matters. Race isn’t an issue for Gilgamesh. Neither is sex to some degree, though he does place higher value on the prized concubines in his royal harem over a female Noble prize winner. However, Gilgamesh also knows particular men and women aren’t useful except for what lies between their legs.

I think there are two paths your character can walk in this prompt, though you’re welcome to suggest alternatives:

1) A captured slave/assassin that Gilgamesh takes a liking to and makes it his goal to break despite her resistance. Whether she ends up resigning into being a fuckhole or collapses mentally and undergoes Stockholm syndrome and comes to love it is up to you. 2) A willing accomplice that wants to be by Gilgamesh’s side, preferably as his favorite concubine or queen. Whether she starts from square one or somewhere in the bottom half of his ranks trying to get his attention is up to you.

Relevant Kinks: trampling lowborn scum, having you ride me around the world’s fallen capitals, enslaving the sons and daughters of our dead enemies and giving the unworthy ones to my soldiers, you watching it all with satisfaction knowing that none of them can compare to you (if you take a willing accomplice route), and being the strongest couple in the entire world and dominating the Earth

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