Hathor lead Re to the back his desk. She pushed him against it and pushed him at a slight angle. He looked at her and grinned. She smiled; this was her signal to have his way with her. She was giving him control, but he was unable or unwilling to follow though.
It turned out that Hathor truly had dominance over him. She turned around rubbing her ass in his crouch, then she lifted up his robes and slide down his pants. Then she took out his soft cock, which was slowly becoming erect and rubbed it against her ass.
"Would you like to put that someplace, sweetie?" she begged.
Re let out a feeble "yes" and rolled his eyes in the back of his head in pleasure. Then Hathor used his body as a slide, and slowly moved down on him, pressing very close to him. Then she stopped when his now very hard cock was in-between her breasts. Then she took it in her hands and began to play with it in-between her breasts. Moving it up and down slowly. She took her free hand and began to play with herself. Re looked down at her as she did this.
"If you are not going to please me, I will have to do it myself, sweetie" she said with a malevolent grin on her face.
"Are you trying to bribe me, Hathor?" Re said in a feeble protest.
"No, of course not." she said as her mouth inhale his cock. She came back up and then proceeded to take all of him down her throat. As she came back up she tried to talk, while letting her lips vibrate on his throbbing cock.
"I... am... interested... in... how... you... will... let... the... strongest... take... over... the... throne." then she let her head sink down again. She took her tongue and used it as a slide and took it all the way down. She came back up and smiled again. "I think a contest should decide who should be the winner. A game of dom... inance.."
"Uhhh huh" he muttered. She took her free fingers and ran one on the surface of her clit, while the other went deep inside of her rolling around. She pulled her head back and slammed it down again, though taking her time as she sucked on him. She pulled out again. Re's hands were gripping the ancient ironwood desk, digging in to the hard wood. He arched his back and sweat poured down his face.