Hello, darlings. It's Ravishagirl. This collab script, one of my best, hasn't been available in full since the Pastebin rupture. So here it is, reposted. What you will find pasted below in this post is the first 80% of the script; the reddit post doesn't have room for Cleopatra's wild consummation at the end (it is just too hot for reddit), but you can find the entire script here.

This script features the delicious:

• Cleopatra ("Men have fought and died for the right to press their lips between my thighs... I will build pyramids to honor your cock...")
• Helen of Troy ("Paris crossed the wine-dark sea to take me, to thrust himself inside me and hold me panting in his arms. Sorceror, you crossed oceans of time to kidnap me...")
• Madame de Pompadour ("I have seduced and won the king of the greatest civilization there has ever been. And I did it with a kiss. How can that be, you ask? I will show you. It is all … about where … you kiss.")
• and Joan of Arc ("This vision is too much. I fear I will see all of this again when I lie in my bedding with my eyes closed and my virginal thighs pressed tightly together, and my body will burn and BURN, remembering.")

This script is an erotic bedroom fantasy only, written by an adult for performance by adults, for the erotic entertainment of adults who understand the difference between fantasy and reality. Please take note of the tags and do not read the script if its content may prove upsetting. The scriptwriter and performers do not condone kidnapping, dubious consent, or other activities depicted in the script.

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Four Seductresses Kidnapped from History, Passionate and Eager in Your Bed

script by /u/ravishagirl

We hear Cleopatra stirring softly in her sleep. She gasps as she wakes.

CLEOPATRA. gasps, then her voice is a little quivery as she struggles to recover her composure Well. These are not the halls of the dead. And you are most certainly not Anubis. And … my heart beats. I hear my own breath. My pussy throbs with heat. I am very much alive.

her voice growing stronger I told the girls to bring me an asp, its bite the deadliest poison in Egypt. But...I don't remember the bite. Just … falling into slumber. And here I wake, on your floor, by this tall mirror at the end of a hall with curtained windows. Where am I?

Your … palace? an amused sound This is definitely not an Egyptian palace. And you are no Roman. But … you ARE a man. her voice goes sultry Here, I will rise gracefully to my feet, lithe and feminine in my gown, and step near. Mmm, near enough for you to enjoy the lift and fall of my breasts as I breathe. I’ll place my small, soft hands on your chest. Such a strong chest. her voice goes soft Now. Tell me, my handsome young abductor. Who are you? And how did you bring me here?

surprised By magic? Through that mirror, across centuries of time? intrigued, her voice slow and seductive You’re a worker of the dark arts. And I, Cleopatra, last Pharoah of Egypt, Queen of the Nile, teases … am I your captive? Brought here out of another year to quiver in your arms?

an amused sound Caesar took me captive once. whispers I wanted him to.

He offered me an empire. What are YOU offering, sorceror?

gasps Your arms are strong. Capturing me to your chest. Oh, is THAT the game we’re playing?

teasing My captor. Is there … nothing … I can do to persuade you to return me to Egypt? What if I slip this gown off one soft shoulder … then the other? Let you drink in the swell of my breasts? whispers I might let it slip further. Ooh, there it goes. Leaving my breasts naked and soft, available to your … touch.

a soft gasp

So you DO desire me. I thought so. moans very softly

Mmm, your hands are warm. So I know you’re not dead, either.

exhales softly Feel my breath soft against your throat. exhales softly And just watch my breasts.

Mmm, you harden sweetly against my thigh. whispers Will you return me to my dying kingdom, dark wizard?

gasps No? You’re going to take my arm and pull me with you down this hall instead? sultry Where are you taking me?

Come with you and see?

Mmm, well, since one of my arms is free, I’ll just … tug this skirt loose and … ahhh … shimmy out of it as we walk. a lovely, feminine laugh There, easy to step free of it. I’ll just leave my garments behind on your floor and walk beside you naked as the Nile. Do you like how my breasts move as I walk? The flash of my thighs? whispers Men have fought and died for the right to press their lips between my thighs.

Oh, this hall ends in a door. Is your bedchamber on the other side, then? Wait. softly Don’t unlatch the door yet. Lean against it. And pull me close. Mmm, there. Ahh. Feel my soft body pressed to you, every inch of me. I am warm and … whispers … wet.

My fingers explore this magnificent chest of yours. My lips brush your neck. kissing Mmm. You have a queen naked in your arms. I asked if there was anything I could do to be returned to the desert. But. Maybe I don’t want to return. I might find YOUR bite sexier than the asp’s.

Mmm, feel my fingers trace a journey down your body, under your robe … mmm, there we are. Oh, that is a … very … lovely … cock. Let me just curl my fingers around it, gentle … and soft … while we talk.

a long, seductive kiss

Mmm, I like your mouth.

her voice rising with power A man who can tear a queen across time. You have wild magic. We could carve out such an empire together, resurrect the glory of mighty Egypt, like a mummy from its tomb! Oh, we’d tower over every empire of the world! breathes the words You would be Caesar.

You would receive tribute from gods and kings, and I ... I would be your empress! You chose me for your bed out of all of history, I, Cleopatra! Be my Caesar and I will be wetter than the Nile for you.

Oh, I’ll bite your ear. she does, and she whispers fiercely, passionately Claim me, sorceror. Take me to your bed and fuck me.

she is breathy and hot, kissing at his ear

we hear the door unlatch and creak open

HELEN. gasps Oh! You’re back!

CLEOPATRA. indignant What?!!

HELEN. sweet and quivery I’ve been so frightened, left alone, my wrists tied. Soft and squirming and naked on your bed.

CLEOPATRA. accusing You’ve called others from your mirror? I wasn’t your first?!!

HELEN. Please don’t be angry. I … I’m Helen. Of Troy.

CLEOPATRA. haughty Then you are eleven centuries old. And dead.

HELEN. I … I don’t know what happened. I was on my bed, waiting for my Paris to return from battle, my breasts and thighs oiled and ready for his pleasure. A flask of oil ready at my hand to soothe the aches from his shoulders. My pussy soft and wet and ready to soothe the cares from his cock. And then I felt … so sleepy. And I woke here, by a mirror! And then you came, sorceror, and dragged me here and threw me to your bed! And here I’ve waited, holding my tied wrists between my breasts and trembling, terrified of what you might intend for me! a note of wonder in her voice This really has to stop happening to me! If I keep getting abducted by powerful, lusty men, who knows how many wars will start?!

CLEOPATRA. makes a “I can’t believe this” noise in her throat Well, you may have wanted THAT trembly little thing, but now you have Cleopatra of Egypt.

HELEN. softly But … I’m the most beautiful woman who has ever lived.

CLEOPATRA. Beauty is one thing, skill is another. Sorceror, I swear to you on the Nile, I know arts that will make your toes curl and leave you spasming for days. Send this hussy home and let US rule this castle by day and cavort in your bed by night.

HELEN. sudden hope Yes, please send me home! To my love, my Paris! He needs me! In this war, he needs the comfort only my soft thighs and gentle kisses can give. Send me home to him! Please!

CLEOPATRA. listens for a moment Are … are you serious? appalled and amused at him You want me to wait, by this door, like a handmaiden, while you stride over to that bed like a warrior and have a little ‘talk’ with your Helen? Is that so? haughty Fine. But you should be quick, wizard, or your captive Cleopatra may just walk, proud and naked, all the way down the hall and step back through that mirror. … What, you don’t think I can? sweetly scornful No, I don’t know magic, but that mirror can’t be too hard to figure out. YOU achieved it.

HELEN. soft, quivery as he approaches her Oh, you tower over me. trembles Your hands are strong on my arms. My breasts are heaving. Sorceror, earlier, you … you rushed out of here so fast to return to your mirror. But, the way you’ve tied me, the way you … whispers … kissed me … plundering my mouth with yours, after you thrust me to your bed … there must be something you want. Some way I might please you. Enough that you would be merciful and send me home.

softly Would you like to kiss me again?

I won’t resist you this time. I will give you the sweetest kisses. My mouth opening for your tongue, soft and wet. whispers Kiss me.

a sensual kiss, and her soft little sounds muffled by his mouth

You hold my breasts in your hands. quivery and so aroused I am Helen. There have never been breasts like these. Lush and full. Feel their soft weight in your hands. Kingdoms have burned for the right to possess me. My father was a god. Divine blood pulses in my veins, and I am more sensitive to touch than any other woman. Oh yes, rub your thumbs over my nipples.

gaspy little moans

another sensual kiss

breathy after the kiss Paris crossed the wine-dark sea to take me, to thrust himself inside me and hold me panting in his arms. Sorceror, you crossed oceans of time to kidnap me.

Look. I open my thighs for you.

Behold my beauty. The blossom between my thighs swells and aches for your touch. Warm honey drips down my legs at the thought of you in me. Oh, touch my thighs. Touch me.

gasping with pleasure

You have Helen of Troy tied and stripped naked and breathless in your bed. Will you take her?

I will give you anything you desire … moans … everything you crave from the most sensual, luscious woman who has ever loved… if only you return me to my love when you have finished with me. slow, soft, and sultry Please … take such delight in my body tonight. Plunder me. Ravish me until I am sweaty and soaked, until you are so satisfied, until your bed smells like my wet heat for years to come. Then send me back to Troy.

her voice trembling Do this, and I will be yours for one night. Willingly, eagerly yours. whispers Surrendered and wet.

kissing, and she moans into his mouth

Do it. Oh, do it. Yes. Climb on top of me. Put your cock in me. soft little gasps

suddenly the heavy wooden door to the bedchamber opens, interrupting them. Helen makes a soft, surprised noise, muffled by the kiss, and Cleopatra gasps, startled.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. her voice dreamy and drowsy and languid Oh monsieur, is this your palace? It is tres bon. So, so beautiful. And the windows all along the hall from the mirror to your door. I pulled the curtains. I saw. Oh, I saw. We’re in a palace finer than my sweet King Louis’s, a palace in the clouds!

CLEOPATRA. more amused now than affronted What madwoman have you called from your mirror, wizard?

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. sultry My name is Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, and I do not suffer any moon madness. It’s very clear to me why I’m here, and in this state of undress, my creamy bosom half unlaced. Plucked from my boudoir as you would pluck a ripe apricot from a tree, to bite into its succulence and let its juices run down your chin. There’s only one reason a man summons Madame de Pompadour to his bedchamber, be it by a gilded carriage or by some dark spell. It is not for my skill at conversation, nor for my art. It was you, was it not, monsieur, who sent for me? amused Though I see you have the company of autre femmes tres jolies. So. How may the mistress of the King of France be of service to you, monsieur, in your palace in the clouds?

CLEOPATRA. In the clouds? Do you think we’re children? What is this prattle?

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. amused Monseiur, you have a window by that bed, where your pretty courtesan lies on the satin sheets with her wrists tied and her thighs spread open like a promise. Draw the curtains and show them, monsieur, show them your secret, so I will not be slandered as a ‘madwoman.’

The sound of curtains being drawn

Helen and Cleopatra gasp

CLEOPATRA. breathless with wonder What … what is this? softly What wild magic?

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Ladies, we stand in a city in the clouds. That expanse of blue is no lake on a marquis’ estate, but the blue ocean of the sky. Those snow-capped mountains in the distance, whatever Alps those are, we are not looking UP at them. If one of us should be so fortunate as to make love today to the young monsieur on his bed, only the eagles will peek in at us.

HELEN. Is this Olympus? Are you … oh my gods! frightened … are you Zeus??? But … horrified … that would make you my father! a horrified whimper

CLEOPATRA. breathless, still gazing out the window He isn’t Zeus, little girl. Not nearly.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Mmm, you are handsome as Zeus, though. dreamy Is that what you are? Are you some daring young god who has whisked me away, stolen me from the King of France himself? How long have you admired my beauty, monsieur? sultry Come closer. Admire it fully.

HELEN. a frantic whisper Wait! Don’t go to her! Do not forget our bargain! Please!!! My kisses, and my soft thighs, and the sweet kiss of my flower around your cock, it is all for you. If you only send me home. Please wait … don’t leave me tied on this bed, please! Come back!

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Welcome, monsieur. Here, put your hands on my hips, pull me close. gasps Yes. You have a scholar’s hands, but you are strong. Like my Louis. I want to get back to him. It is his heart I want. softly I know what offer that luscious little Greek girl made you. I can make you one better. her voice low and quivering with heat She is very, very pretty, but she is a toy for primitives, for savage warriors of another age. I … proudly I have seduced and won the king of the greatest civilization there has ever been. And I did it with a kiss. Would you like a kiss? I promise you, monsieur, one kiss, une bise petite, from Madame de Pompadour will satisfy you far more than Helen’s soft pussy. How can that be, you ask? whispers I will show you. It is all … rustling … about where … you kiss.

Mmm, oui, I am on my knees. And unfastening your garments. Oh, that is a beautiful cock. It likes my soft hands. It is hardening for me. Here, see me gazing up at you with my bosom unlaced and heaving, my eyes soft as the dawn, adoring you, monsieur. And my lips … full … red as roses … and open … whispers … so open … for your cock. Oui, monsieur. If I give you a kiss … kissing … oui, if I give your cock a long, sensual kiss … fervently will you send me back to my king?

licking and kissing

Oui?

warm, sensual, blowjob sounds

Oh, your cock is magnificent, monsieur. After I depart, I know your two courtesans will worship this cock.

CLEOPATRA. I am no man’s courtesan, but a queen.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. I am better than a queen, because I have not only a king’s bed, I have his heart. Put your cock back in my mouth, monsieur. I will caress your balls with my fingers and I will give you such pleasure as you have never dreamed. Not though your dreams are filled with wizardry and witchcraft and the quivering soft thighs of damsels from Troy. I promise you. You have never experienced what I will give you. whispers Let me please you.

CLEOPATRA. Tame her if you will. Then send her home, as she asks. Why should I care? fervent It isn’t your heart I want, sorceror-king, but your cock, and this castle in the clouds and all the lands spread beneath us, waiting to be tamed!

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Tame me, monsieur. Take my mouth and tame me.

improv a sensual blowjob for a while. Let it get more and more heated, until Madame is gasping for air between sucks. Letting the cock fall from her lips from time to time, she gasps, “Oui, monsieur,” and “More, oh more.”

Then:

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Mmm, mmm, mmm. her voice dripping sweetness Merci beaucoup. This is such a lovely cock. Oh monsieur, please give me your pleasure. Pour it hot and sticky into my mouth. I will swallow your seed, everything you give me. Mmmphh, mmm, mmmn. Please, monsieur! Release in my mouth! Mmm, mmm.

The door opens, interrupting them, and we hear the light metal sounds of light armor as another woman marches into the room.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. makes a soft sound of surprise, muffled around his cock, then lifts her mouth from him, breathing a little quickly

JOAN OF ARC. Why am I here? These clouds, these naked angels, is this a vision?

CLEOPATRA. amused Oh, it most certainly is.

HELEN. You’re clad in armor, with a blade at your hip. But … your hair … your breasts. in wonder You are not a man, raiding the sea-coasts for loot and livestock and slavegirls. You’re a girl. How can that be?

JOAN. I am Joan.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. gasps!

JOAN. And too long have men raided OUR coasts for loot and livestock and French wives. I will see every one of those English wolves back in their own land or drowned in our channel. Monsieur, I stand in a castle in the clouds. You must be a messenger of heaven. I drop to one knee. Tell me what I must do to save my France.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. You cannot be Joan of Arc. You have been dead a long time.

CLEOPATRA. Or you haven’t been born. I know the little golden-haired bondage-kitten on the bed, but I don’t know either of you.

JOAN. Time is different in dreams and visions. quivering with fervor and passion Dream lord, emissary of heaven, you with your manhood hard and naked, with a drop glistening on its tip and that angelic woman kneeling with her hands caressing your thighs, speak to me. I am terribly afraid. It’s not gone well for us. whispers What must I do?

hesitantly Undress … and take off my armor? For I stand in a holy castle, and none but the angels may bear arms here?

Oui, monsieur. As I must.

the clatter of her armor as she removes it

quivery and shy I am … unclothed, monsieur. What you see, I have shown no mortal man. Though I cover myself, blushing, an arm across my breasts, a hand between my thighs.

CLEOPATRA: gently You don’t have to cover yourself, young girl. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. softly You are beautifully shaped. Not as lush and full as moi. But you are high-breasted and sweet.

HELEN. Put down your hands, little sister. Let us see.

JOAN. As I must.

HELEN. Oh, you are lovely.

CLEOPATRA. Such chaste, pale beauty. You could easily be one of my handmaidens.

JOAN. I am handmaiden to France. I have lived only nineteen years, but the things I have seen! tearful Oh, I must get back. My people need me. I MUST wake from this vision—with some message. Monsieur, will you fill me with a message? Please? I am ready to be filled!

hopeful You … you will?

bewildered But … you must give it to me using the language of visions? Thrusting your message into my body? I ... I have heard of such visions as that, though usually it is an incubus or foul creature of the dark and not a heaven lord in the high clouds who offers it. a slow, quivering sigh Yet I can bear it. For France.

whimpers You’ve taken hold of me. Laying me back on these carpets covering your floor. I tremble, monsieur. I am scared. I have never … whispers I have never done it. a quick, frightened inhale Thrust it in me, monsieur. Do what you must. The English desire that I burn at the stake. I would rather choose to be impaled on your stake, monsieur. I’ll open my legs. quivers For France.

CLEOPATRA. Wait.

JOAN. breathless, frightened If this is to happen, make it happen. Each moment I wait is a torture.

CLEOPATRA. her voice ringing and regal I said wait! If we are going to do this, we will do it right. Girls, we each have something we desire of this man. And HE plainly desires a harem. So. Let us act for this hour as sisters. Joan, on your feet. You have a blade; cut Helen’s wrists free of that rope. She’ll need her hands for this. Madame de Pompadour, our captor is so aroused, his thighs are shaking. I doubt he can even walk. Help him to the bed. Come, girls. We have a man to seduce. A wizard to conquer. sultry A cock to delight.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Here, monsieur. Here is your bed. The sheets are satin, and almost as soft as me. Lay back. Mmm, lay back.

JOAN. Hold out your wrists, sister.

HELEN. You … you won’t cut me?

JOAN. warmly Never.

HELEN. quivery Here.

the sound of rope being sawed through

HELEN. gasps softly

JOAN. Your hands are free. Use them for good and for God and for France.

HELEN. You freed me! Oh, let me throw my arms around your neck and press myself, quivering, to your body. Oh, Joan, thank you! Thank you! kisses her

JOAN. startled Mmmphhhh!!!

HELEN. softly, after the kiss Your mouth is so sweet. Thank you for cutting my bonds. I was so frightened, I thought I’d be tied up forever.

JOAN. flustered I … I … this vision has me blushing so hot, I burn.

HELEN. soft and sweet Even as I do.

CLEOPATRA. Well, sorceror. We are going to make all of your dreams come true. You lie right there, your cock standing up like a winter pine. amused and admiring Mmm, bigger than Mark Antony’s.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Mmm, I think I will lie with you, monsieur, pressed to your side, my bosom soft and squished against your chest, my pussy wet against your thigh.

HELEN. I’ll press myself to your other side, my captor. breathy I will show you. You don’t need to tie me up. Here, let me take your hand in mine. My fingers are so small and soft. whispers I’m going to put your hand somewhere else that’s small … and soffft. Mmm, right here … ahhh … between my thighs … moans … Feel the soft golden down. My moist petals. The warm, wet kiss of my opening at your fingertip. moans Open me. she cries out as his fingers enter her Yes! Yes!

Wet sounds begin. Helen’s little whimpers and soft sounds of pleasure continue throughout the scene.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. You’re not bad at that. And you do have TWO hands, monsieur. breathless Here, I will lift my skirts about my waist. You may touch my garden … gasps That’s it. Mmmn, oui, right there. Oui, oui, oui. cries out Oh, oh, three fingers. I … I … that’s more than I was prepared for. she cries out ohh, oui, oui, I will grind on your hand, monsieur, oh monsieur, monsieur!

More wet sounds

JOAN. blushing I drip molten heat, watching you two. whimpers This vision is too much. I fear I will see all of this again when I lie in my bedding with my eyes closed and my virginal thighs pressed tightly together, and my body will burn and BURN, remembering.

CLEOPATRA. amused Well. While they make your hands slick with their warm honey, wizard, you can watch … me. As I walk from the door to your bed. The sway of my hips. My hands sliding down my body … moans … and back up … to caress and squeeze my breasts. My Caesar. These full, Egyptian tits will be yours to enjoy. Spread his legs for me, girls.

rustling, as they do

almost purring Mmm, that’s good. So … good. I’m going to crawl like a cat onto the bed between your legs. makes a cat meow Every goddess is a cat, every woman is a goddess. That’s what makes your mirror so dangerous to you, sorceror. You think you’re going to summon kittens and courtesans, but you … get … panthers. the sound of her licking his cock … And goddesses. licking You get … ME. Mmmmn. licking My tongue curls so warmly around your balls. licking That’s it, moan for me. licking We’re going to ride you until you splatter this bedchamber with a fountain of seed. licking

Joan, he will give you his message with his lips, the way a man is supposed to. But a courier must have her fee. licking Yours is an orgasm. Or several, I don’t care. Bring your soft thighs to his face, Joan. Sorceror, you may whisper whatever message you like, from your lips to hers, and seal the message with a kiss. licking

JOAN. Like this, Your Majesty? a quivering moan

CLEOPATRA. sultry Please her, my Caesar. While I tease this hard cock with my fingernails. How you twitch. licking Oh sorceror, we are going to make you crawl.

JOAN. quivering Your mouth on me … mon Dieu. I … I … I never even imagined. a sudden, wild, helpless moan You … you … you’re licking me! Ah! Ahh!

Joan whimpers and gasps and mewls softly, thoughout the lines that follow.

CLEOPATRA. a delighted laugh Madame de Pompadour.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. moaning as she grinds on his hand Oui? Oui?

CLEOPATRA. You have some art.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. panting Quite a bit of it, vraiment.

CLEOPATRA. slow and sultry Good. I have him SO ready for you. Take his cock inside you, sister. Milk it. Squeeze it. Mmm … grip it. I want him begging to cum.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Oh, oui. Pardonnez-moi, monsieur. I am going to climb on top of you. Please take your hand from between my thighs … moans … and place it on my bosom. There, oh oui. Feel my heart beat beneath your palm. And the swell of my breast, warm under your fingers. rustling My skirts settle over your hips like a blanket, and ma chatte is so wet, so wet … ohhh, feel it soft against your cock.

CLEOPATRA. And I will slip in, soft and warm beside you, my Caesar, and whisper in your ear, while Joan rides your face and Madame settles on your cock. softly I want you to fuck her. I want you to fuck her so hard. Show me what I have to look forward to. Show me why I need your cock. Show me you are worthy of a Queen of Egypt. Fuck her.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. squeals Oh, oui! Monsieur! Monsieur! Oh! gasping for breath Your cock is so big.

CLEOPATRA. laughter He probably enchanted it. Take him all, sister.

MORE wet sounds, oh yes, yes

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Squeeze my breast, monsieur, as I squeeze your cock! squeals Oh, you are so hard, so hard. Feel ma chatte wet and tight. I am going to swirl my hips, monsieur. Hold onto my breast, while your other hand pleasures that little Greek girl, hold onto my breast. You’re going to need something to hold onto. I promise. wild moans as she rides him

JOAN. Oh, how you lick me! How you LICK me! What is this fire! How you burn me! No English stake could burn me so. Oh mon Dieu, mon Dieu. Lick me, lick me, lick me!

CLEOPATRA. And I … will lick … licking … and kiss … kissing … at your ear. kissing And rub myself on you like a cat. moans So wet, so wet. whispers My beautiful, hard sorceror. The four women you’ve kidnapped from the seas of time are rubbing themselves on you, hot and wet. Pleasing you with our mouths … licking

HELEN. With our hands!

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. cries out With our tight pussies!

JOAN. whimpering with the need to cum You are giving me heaven! Heaven!

HELEN. I’m so hot and slick against your hand. Oh, my captor, don’t forget what you’ve promised! Your fingers feel so good in me, so good.

Joan and Helen and Madame de Pompadour moan, and Cleopatra licks and kisses at his neck and ear.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. low and intense I am going to milk you dry, monsieur. Rock your hips for me. Pump that cock in me. I’m so tight. I’m so tight! moaning

CLEOPATRA. Oh, you vigorous man. kissing his neck Mmmn. Off him now, Madame de Pompadour. It’s Helen’s turn.

HELEN. whimpers sweetly

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Non, non, non, let me have this cock! It is wonderful. I cannot bear to be parted from it until it has finished in me! panting

HELEN. gaspy from the fingering Please. Please! I have a lover to win back, too. Please let me.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. moaning Oh, ma coeur. For an affair of the heart. moans I will give up this cock for that. I’ll lift myself off your cock, monsieur. moans Oh, I am dripping over your cock. Here. panting I will snuggle in beside you and get my hand beneath your ass … whispers I will grip and squeeze your ass while you lift your hips and thrust your cock. Feel my fingers? They are strong.

CLEOPATRA. Enjoy him, Helen.

HELEN. aroused I … I’ve never ridden a man. Menelaus liked to take me from behind like one of the bitches, and Paris preferred to cover me with his body and hold my face in his hands and slide himself into me so tenderly, like he was coming home. I’ve never ridden a man, on top like this. What do I do?

CLEOPATRA. Sorceror, I will hold your cock for her. Slide down on him, Helen. The rest will come by instinct.

HELEN. I … yes … I … ohhh … your tip is right there against my tight heat, oh my captor, oh my captor, you’re going to hurt me so. I … I … she squeals as she takes him inside her

wet sounds

Helen gasps and moans as she rides him

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. amused Didn’t they teach you anything in ancient Greece, ma petite? Roll and swivel your hips. Like you are dancing. You are not bouncing on a ball. You are dancing. And he is a GOOD dancer. Dance on his cock!

HELEN. a sweet little cry Oh! How you throb in me when I … when I do that … when I swirl my hips! Oh! Oh!

CLEOPATRA. sultry That’s a good girl.

JOAN. My thighs are shaking! I can’t! I can’t! I’m going to … I’m going to … she orgasms, intensely

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Oh monsieur, the scent of her, the taste of her. Feel her juices cover your lips and chin as she cums. Like the sweetest fruit you have bitten into. Mmm. Almost as sweet as mine. Drink her juices, my marquis of the clouds. Drink her.

JOAN. quivering, panting I … I … I …

CLEOPATRA. warm, sexy laughter The little virgin has lost the ability to speak. You’ve turned her from a girl into a quivering, wet little animal. You proud sorceror.

HELEN. moaning I am soaked as an animal, too! You fill me too full, too full! crying out sweetly I will do a thing for you, my captor. My Paris loves it. Only, send me back to him when I have finished. Send me back to my love! Please, please, please. I will clench down on your cock … like this … ahhh … and grip and release … and grip and release … milking your cock … and … and … oh, oh, oh! she cums, screaming

CLEOPATRA. slow and seductive Helen of Troy just came on your cock.

HELEN. almost sobbing with the intensity I did. I did, I did, I did.

CLEOPATRA. Isn’t she a vision? Her golden hair sweaty across her face, her tits heaving, her body flushed, and her soft, soft pussy stuffed so full of your cock?

HELEN. whimpers Oh, you’ve ravished me.

JOAN. softly You made me cum with your mouth, monsieur. Oh, I crave so much more. How is that possible?

CLEOPATRA. Off him, Helen dear. It’s Joan’s turn.

HELEN. I can’t move. My thighs quiver so!

CLEOPATRA. amused and aroused Come here, Helen. I’ve got you.

HELEN. moans softly

CLEOPATRA. Here, I will gather you in my arms and kiss you, caress your hair and calm you, sweet Helen. While he enjoys the virgin.

The sounds of Cleopatra and Helen kissing softly. Cleopatra sounds hungry, and Helen is quivery.

HELEN. Your hands are so sweet and soft on my breasts.

CLEOPATRA. softly Open your legs, Helen. I want to FEEL how wet my sorceror made you.

HELEN. low, desperate moans Oh no, oh no …

JOAN. Monseiur, I will straddle you as I do my war horse. whimpers Only my war horse has never deflowered me. whispers I mustn’t be scared.

HELEN. moaning and wet and dreamy with afterglow Oh, don’t be. His cock is … wonderful.

JOAN. I am brave! I must do this for France! As I must. I must. I am … moans … rubbing myself along the swollen shaft of your cock, monsieur.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. aroused at the thought Oh monsieur, her little chatte has never been penetrated. You will be her first. You will open her. Doesn’t that make you so … so … hard? Get your hands on her, monsieur. moans And kiss me, monsieur, while you enjoy her. whispers I want to taste her on your lips. kissing, moaning into his mouth, sensual and open-mouthed and passionate

JOAN. panting Oh, I feel it. Your hard stake. I need only slide myself down on it. whimpers Oh, non, non. Oh, right there. whimpers. I will do this. I will do this. Fill me, monsieur. Fill me. For France! she cries out as she takes him inside her … then she is gasping Oh, oh, you’re IN me. You’re inside me. a little cry I’ve bled on your cock!

Joan grunts helplessly at each thrust, while Helen and Cleopatra lick and kiss and whimper sweetly.

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. her voice full of the promise of laughter And I will give you a little gift, monsieur. kissing and licking While I kiss and lick at your ear. licking, wet and hungry Here, feel my fingertip press … ah, there. Right … at your … ass. inhales deeply, hungrily Oh, you MAN. I am going to fill you with my finger while you fill HER. Just lift your hips into her, for me. kissing his ear

JOAN. crying out as he lifts his hips Oh, your thrusts destroy me! panting

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. whispers There. she moans Feel my finger SINK into your ass. breathless Oh. Oh, oui, oui, oui. Such pleasure I will give you, if you send me back to my Louis. And I will rub myself on your hip. moaning Feel me curl my finger. Come hither. Mmm. quivering with passion No man has ever resisted Madame de Pompadour. Do not resist. Squirm and moan and buck those hips for me like a good boy, monsieur, while your virgin rides your cock. Feel my finger curl and thrust. Your ass is so soft and tight and hot. Oh I love doing this to you. I adore those moans you make. Make more of them. Be loud for me, monsieur. Be loud for me. Cum apart for me! I will make you cum and cum and cum, oh monsieur, oui, oui, that’s it, just enjoy, enjoy …

JOAN. panting and mewling as she rides Enjoy me! Enjoy me! Your hands on my naked French tits! I’ve bled on you! I’ve opened for you! Whatever dream this is, I’m lost in it, I’m vanquished, you’ve taken me by storm! Make me a woman! Make me your woman! moaning

HELEN. I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!

CLEOPATRA. Oh, do it. Do it, with my fingers dipped in your sweet honey.

HELEN. moaning Oh, Cleopatra! Oh, Cleopatra! moaning

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Cum, monsieur. Cum in your sweet, tight virgin. Cum with my finger in your ass. I will cum too, rubbing myself on your hard, beautiful body. Licking and kissing your neck. Sweaty and hot where I’m pressed to you. Cum for us. Cum for us!

JOAN. Cum in me, dream lord! Please cum in me, cum inside me!

CLEOPATRA. Cum! Cum!

HELEN. squeals in orgasm

JOAN. How you pulse in me! screams in orgasm

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. Oh, you MAN! Monsieur, oui, oui, oui! she cums, moaning

Such sweet orgasms

CLEOPATRA. laughter as their orgasms begin to settle Oh, my beautiful girls.

sweet whimpers from the other girls

CLEOPATRA. cheerful Oh, sorceror, you are conquered. Look at you, lying there flushed and panting, like a warrior dying on the battlefield. giggles But it is such a sweet, sweet death. Get off him now, girls. Kiss me, Helen.

HELEN. Oh yes.

Cleopatra and Helen kiss, moaning sweetly, while Madame de Pompadour slides away with a soft moan and Joan whimpers as she lifts her hips.

JOAN. Oh, your cock has slid from me, and your semen is leaking hot and sticky from my pussy. quivers Oh. I am so full of your cum. Your cum is trickling down my leg.

CLEOPATRA. giggles. ‘For France.’ giggles Run back to the mirror, girls. He agreed to send you home if you gave him SUCH pleasure, and you have done so. He can’t have lied. It would break his magic. Run home, sweet ones. Your beloved Paris, your Louis, your war tents of France await you.

HELEN. hopeful Is it true? quivery Do I get to go home to my Paris’s arms? To his kisses? To his cock?

CLEOPATRA. You do.

HELEN. Oh, thank you, sorceror. Thank you so much. I promise I will never forget being tied and ravaged in your bed. Here. I will cup your face gently in my hands, and Helen of Troy will give you the sweetest farewell kiss.

kissing, sensual and hot

Thank you for letting me go. quivery and tearful I am so thankful. You are a GOOD sorceror. I will run now, quivering and naked, to leap through that mirror into my lover’s embrace. Remember me, sorceror! Oh, remember me and the tight clasp of my pussy.

her running footsteps, the door opening, then shutting behind her

MADAME DE POMPADOUR. stretches, sensual and languid Mmm, that … was so lovely. Oh monsieur, you lie stretched across your bed like a lion after such a delectable, satisfying fuck. I will never forget you either. Oh, take my bosom in your hands, oh oui, oh oui, and kiss me. Kiss me, you beast. kissing, passionate and hot Oh merci, merci. You have made Madame de Pompadour squeal in pleasure. giggles You should feel honored.

another passionate kiss

breathless I feel honored.

And now, I will float dreamily down the hall to the mirror, and gaze out at the clouds again. Au revoir, you passionate beast. Au revoir.

her footsteps departing, the door opening, then shutting behind her

JOAN. quivery I am shaken. There is blood on my thighs. And your cum. And wetness soaking my thighs like wine. What have you done to me, monsieur? You … listens, then mewls softly, overcome … you wished me to have pleasure, the pleasure that burns a woman, at least once before the English burn me?

It was not a message you poured into my cunt, but a gift?

I … she kisses him, overwhelmed, making soft sounds into his mouth

whispers I am grateful. I will remember this gift when I wake.

shyly happy I will remember how your cock hurt me, and how you made me scream, and how you made the whole universe burn away in a wildfire of passion until there was only you and your cock inside me and I was floating in your castle in the clouds. You gave that to me. I can never say thank you enough. kissing him, fiercely now, moaning into his mouth desperately

quivers Oui. Your hands on my breasts. Oh, hold my breasts. Hold my breasts. They are yours.

kissing him passionately, like she wants to give her soul to him with her lips

CLEOPATRA: Mmm, that’s enough. YOU have to get home.

JOAN. so, so sweetly Almost I would rather stay. so tender I would stay in your arms for eternity, monsieur. You have conquered me. kissing him ...

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