AUTHOR = Homer Vargas
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"The invading army of a small Queendom gets a pleasant surprise."
Queen Fanuta smiled wryly as she looked up from the parchment in her hand. The messenger who brought it offered to interpret it into her language, but she had no need of translation. She read and spoke Corthon almost as well as she did her own Nurian. Her mother, who had been Queen before her, had seen to that by giving her the son of her Corthon slave, one of her many lovers, as her playmate and later as her own first boy. "Our neighbors to the North are ambitious, my dear. One day they may come calling. I want thee to give them a 'proper' reception." The carefully scripted words on parchment indicated that day she and her people had been preparing for had now arrived. She re-read the brief document.
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Honored Fanuta, Queen of the Nurians. Hail!
Marius Portius, Emperor of Cortho sends thee greetings.
Fame of the richness and splendor of thy realm, Nuria, has spread far beyond thy frontiers. It has come to my Imperial Knowledge that many enemies covet the prize of thy land. I, Marius Portius, offer thee the protective embrace of Cortho. Within the fold of my Empire, Nuria would be safe from the predators which round about her compass as wolves about the defenseless lamb. Thy ascent to our gracious offer cannot be doubted. In three days my armies will be at thy frontiers. In three more, at thy gates.
Open then, the gates of Nuria to Cortho, as a maiden to her betrothed. Make ready a banquet for the nuptials of our kingdoms. Hail!
Ah! The insolence of the Corthon Emperor! "Safe from predators?" Indeed! The lamb that has been eaten need fear the wolf no more. "The nuptials?" Speak clearly, Marius! Thou meanest the subjugation of Nuria, our absorption as yet another province of the Corthon Empire, another source of gold and women. "No, Marius," she smiled. "Nuria will not be an appendage to thy Empire. Nuria will fight thee, nay, vanquish thee as we did the Thrussians and the Sirtaphs before thee," she smiled, "and thou wiltst never know the battle has already begun." Fanuta clapped her hands. "Run, Rini," she said to her serving girl, "call the High Priestess Dolphia and the other priestess from the Goddess's temple. I would see them in council." They had six days to prepare a banquet. More than enough for a night Marius and his men would never remember!
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"Everything will be done, My Queen, even as thou hast spoken," Dolphia smiled confidently. "One of my priestess will be at each officer's side to lighten his heart. The praetorians will be similarly entertained. I will accompany mighty Aldos the Strategeon. And of course Marius Portius is thine, My Queen."
"What of the lesser officers and men who will not be at the banquet?" Fanuta asked.
"The women of the city have been informed, My Queen, and are more than equal to that pleasant chore," Dolphia chuckled. "After all, we keep our husbands and brothers happily tamed and they KNOW our wiles. A few thousand foreign soldiers will be in no mood to be troublesome that night, even without the Zuma we will infuse in their officers' wine."
"The Zuma, have we enough?" Fanuta inquired.
"Enough and to spare," spoke up Munira, Dolphia's deputy. "The women of Azunia were so grateful for our assistance in putting down the revolt of their men that they have supplied us with seventeen cartloads of the finest leaf. Thy temple priestesses even now are extracting the essence in abundance. In two days hence we shall have enough Zuma to tame several barbarian armies," the young woman concluded proudly.
Gassara stepped forward scowling. Towering over the priestess and even the Queen, the Captain of the guard commanded respect. "Do not underestimate these barbarians, my sisters. They are not like the soft and weak-minded Nurian men. Their custom is to take pleasure from women, not allow themselves to be pleasured. And my spies tell me of a custom that makes them not so easy prey. Corthon men refuse to drink from a woman's self. Nor will they take a nipple into the mouth. They believe this to be penetration by the woman and that a man must never be penetrated. So, my sisters, ye shall not be able to drug them with the Zuma-rich fluids of your sex," Gassara concluded.
"This is grave news, My Queen," spoke Dolphia. "The Zuma in wine makes a man's mind soft and open to a woman's words, but only his worship at her temple makes him fully her own."
"Fear not, my sisters," Fanuta replied. "These Corthons have never met women like ye. What a man thinks and believes in the cool bright air of Cortho, may be very different in the warm thick vapors of a Nurian bedchamber. Somehow I doubt they will know the difference between taking their pleasure and merely receiving it, when ye make their semen to boil up inside ye. As for the city women, give each a pitcher of wine for her 'guest.' It will do our work even though the women understand not the power of Zuma. Go now and adorn yourselves, my lovelies. Let us make our visitors glad they have come before they regret it... if they ever do," she added, to the gathered women's giggles.
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Dressed in the finest of diaphanous silks that hid nothing of her full breasts and large dark nipples, queen Fanuta watched the triumphant entrance of Marius and his officer into the palace precincts. Sitting proudly upright, she faced the Emperor as he slowly approached her portable throne. Her eyes fell on his narrow hips and broad shoulders. Glancing over at Dolphia, she smiled, wondering if the High Priestess was making a similar appraisal of the rugged Strategeon. She could not refrain from comparing these beautiful specimens of males to the nobles of her court. She noticed Marius's large powerful hands and feet. "Large feet, large...." she mused. None of the men in her kingdom, delightful as they were with their practiced worship, measured up. Before handing the realm over to her, Fanuta's mother had insisted she should produce a daughter as heir as soon as possible, but Fanuta dreaded allowing herself to be made fat with the child of an effete son of one of the scheming baronesses who coveted her crown. Least of all Utafi.
"This light-skinned barbarian may serve me in other ways as well," she caught herself thinking. "And my priestesses." Fanuta knew that Dolphia's and Munira's almost constant night play was more frustration with their pretty-boy mates than real predilection for women on their part. Indeed, the extended visit of the barbarian army could be "very fruitful". Rising to meet him, Fanuta was aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
"...In sum, My Lord Emperor, I, Fanuta of Nuria, welcome thee and thy men to our city. Even though we cannot conclude any treaty or high business of state with ye during Thirteenth Moon Festival, we wish ye to remain as our guests throughout the celebrations. In honor of the happy visit of thy Imperial Majesty we offer ye the toast of 'Pearls before Wine'. Hail!"
At her word, the woman at each officer's side reached to her necklace and quickly removed one of the many pearls that adorned her neck. Fanuta did the same and before the astonished eyes of Marius dropped the shining pearl into his wine flagon as did all the other women. "What hast thou done, Queen Fanuta?" Marius asked. "The pearls will dissolve in the wine; their beauty lost to the world for ever."
"Not lost, My Lord Emperor, transformed into thy further glory and of thy warriors," she replied. "And to cover the first taste of the Zuma," she discretely refrained from adding. After a few droughts, the tongue no longer detected the bitterness of the essence. "Now let the banquet begin!" Fanuta smiled, raising her goblet in toast.
The feast proceeded as planned with platter after platter of delicacies, the flesh of exotic animals, fruits unknown in Cortho's colder climes, seafood from Nuria's southern coasts. Each dish was prepared with just a little more spice than necessary and Marius and his men partook liberally of the wine that never ran short. If they had been more attentive, they would have noticed that their flagons were refilled from different pitchers than those of their smiling tablemates.
But the men's attention was already elsewhere. Except for campfollowers, none of the men had been with a woman in weeks, certainly none like the exotic beauties now at their side: high cheekbones, gleaming ebony-smooth skin, hair that hung in hundreds of tiny plaits interwoven with silver and copper-hue threads. The eyes of the men were assaulted with images of voluptuous black bodies, breasts that pushed against the flimsy upper body ties, bare waspish waists, and ample womanly hips.
"The hospitality of Thy Highness surpasses even the fame of thy beauty," Marius said, and he toasted Fanuta yet again.
"My Lord is too kind to the Queen of a small people," Fanuta replied with downcast eyes, but she read in Marius's gaze more that mere flattery. He was smitten. As well he should be. Her garment was of sheerest silk and wound so as to display her dark breasts. After the first goblet of wine, his eyes seldom traveled far from them except to gaze deeply into her dark eyes. Fanuta noticed a massive bulge beginning to show itself beneath his tunic. That was good; she had plans for it. By the time she finished softening it, Marius would have taken the first steps to his eventual enslavement.
It had been a day of surprises for the tired Emperor. Fanuta smiled, remembering her powerful visitor's amazement when he first saw her. Apparently, his intelligence had not informed him to expect a woman of her age and with her beauty -- and black! Nor was he prepared to be greeted in capitaline Corthon without the whistled "s" that betrayed his own provincial origin. The luxury of the banquet brought further amazement and she watched with amusement as Marius's face reflected the gradual shift from arrogance to mere contempt, to acceptance, to admiration, and now fascination with his scantily clad hostess.
As the night wore on, a large torchfire was lighted in the center of the couches. Marius and his men reclined around the circle and pretty, flirty serving girls continued to bring around plates of food and flagons of wine. The torch burned down and a pounding drumbeat was gradually growing louder. The serving women were now bringing more drink than food and their clothing had grown skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were dangled in front of the men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their drinks. The loincloths barely covered their provocative little pussies. And when a girl stood close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid smelling a cunt in heat.
Fanuta saw her women tattle and whisper to their delighted guests, making sure their wineglasses remained filled. The men grew tipsy and boisterous as their tablemates teased them. Seeing that all was in readiness, she gave the signal. Suddenly, silence welled up like a cobra rising from its basket. At the sound of a gong, each man's companion leapt into the circle and positioned herself, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing, and ribald remarks ceased as a temple priestess began to writhe slowly before each man, her movements in time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum.
The officers were riveted by the swaying of the women's hips and bouncing breasts, none more than Marius himself by Fanuta. She was taller and heavier and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Like the others, she had a bright silver disk dangling from her neck in from of her large round tits. Marius could not take his eyes off of those tits and so he stared too, at the shining, flashing disk.
As the dance accelerated, each woman inched closer to her prey, forcing him to look up at an uncomfortable angle at those wonderfully round, bouncing boobs.
The drum was louder now, as well as faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed men as the flashing disks filled their eyes. Slowly, Marius and his men were falling into the power of the Queen and her court. The men were being "tamed!"
Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more frenetic. The dancers ground their hips in the faces of the men. Their stares became glassy, their bright blue eyes growing dim. Equally noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men had begun to slowly stroke their rigid cocks. Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped. The men hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under. Perfect!
Yet Fanuta noticed a bit of light creep back into Marius's gaze. He was a strong man, a willful man, not an easy man to "tame", by the looks of it. Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers had fallen on his entranced comrades. Even Aldos was lying cradled in the arms of the busty Dolphia, placidly nursing her breast, his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile as she stroked his face. His own aide-de-camp's head was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of Munira who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two others -- Marius couldn't see who in the dim torchlight -- were lying with their tunics up around their waists, their heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode them toward orgasm.
Like a lonely, cornered animal, Marius instinctively sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight. Fanuta looked down at him and saw his partially successful efforts to throw off the spell. Her nostrils flared to think of the powerful mind as well as body that soon would be hers. Immediately, she stepped forward, dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his face. The scent of a hot pussy must have hit Marius with the force of an assagai. She watched Marius fighting the powerful aroma of her rank, dripping love slit. Marius was no longer looking around at his vanquished followers; he was staring straight ahead, straight at the wet, bushy cunt in front of his eyes. Fanuta was looking down at the big man, aroused but amused. She could see him weakening; subject to the one instinct she knew that could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear leading to flight -- lust.
In a desperate effort as if to ward off the enchantment, Marius brought up his hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from the bewitching sight before him, enough perhaps to push away the tempting vision that held him fast. He stretched forth his hand and, with a lunge, grabbed Fanuta's ass and buried his face in her warm snatch.
A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the barbarian leader went down to defeat. The Queen allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust inducing juices for long seconds, then dropped them both to the couch placed nearby for that purpose. As Marius lost himself between those plump, delectable thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the Queen began stroking his hardened prick.
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At an early-morning meeting of her Council, Fanuta looked around at six contented, if somewhat tired and disheveled women around the mahogany table. "Did all go as well as your faces tell me?" Fanuta asked.
"Indeed, My Queen," reported Dolphia. "The men are all still sleeping. A whisperer is with each filling his mind with lustful thoughts. She has at hand a sleeping potion if her charge should stir. Not one will leave our beds until he is our slave."
"No, Dolphia. I do not desire them to be taken thus. If our foreign guests disappear into our palace too quickly, the remaining troops may become restless. Remember, our sisters in the city can only entertain the army. They are not skilled in the use of Zuma and we cannot let them use it in the powerful mixtures as we do. It can be many months before the soldiers are so besotted with Zuma and soft bodies as no longer to prove dangerous to us."
"What then wouldst thou have us do, My Queen?" Dolphia frowned. "Our spell upon them is well begun. Shall we now allow our captives to slip from between our fingers... and our thighs?" Dolphia added with a chuckle.
"Nay, my clever minions," Fanuta replied with a smile. "Our new foreign friends will not escape from your skilled hands or your lusty loins. It is a foolish fisherman who pulls hard on the line when the fish has just begun to nibble. Play with your fish until your hook is deep into his mind. For now allow him to awake each morning with memories of a night of unspeakably intense sex. I trust ye had no difficulty with that 'chore'."
"It is even as thou sayest!" Munira blurted out causing the older women to giggle at her enthusiasm. "Lucas may be a barbarian, but he is skilled in wielding his manly weapon. I have never passed such a night before. He brought me unto a woman's pleasure nigh unto a dozen times."
"Lucas, is it?" Fanuta teased her young companion. "Methinks, were it not for the Zuma in the drink of the Emperor's aide-de-camp, thou wouldst be in HIS thrall." Munira blushed and the other women tittered before Fanuta continued. "'Tis well, Munira. Cortho is our enemy, not Lucas. Take thy pleasure from the youth, Munira. Thy sisters did the same. Their quarters are not so far from mine that I did not hear THEIR cries last night." Fanuta looked around grinning at the other women whose embarrassed silence confirmed her words. "I did even so with the Emperor. His weapon is long and thick, but fortunately I have a sheath that is the equal of it."
All the women smiled and nodded.
"We want our guests to tarry long with us. Let's make their stay here a pleasant one. I shortly will be awakening the Emperor Marius with a delightful surprise. Do ye likewise. Later today I shall be showing him the sights of our beautiful city. But I do not doubt he will wish to share my bed again tonight. In fact, I suspect he will not wish to wait that long to drink again from my womanhood and allow me to melt the steel of his weapon in my furnace. If anyone should venture to the Generalife gardens about dusk this evening," she grinned, "please do not let thyself be seen."
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Fanuta judged well when her captive would awaken and she was at his side when his eyes fluttered open. "What...? Where...? Oh, my head!" Marius moaned. Then he saw the beautiful young black woman smiling down at him.
"Good morning, My Lord, the Emperor," Fanuta smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.
"OH, my head!" the Emperor moaned. "What... what happened?
"I fear thou didst partake too liberally of our Nurian wine. As for later... Surely My Lord has not forgotten last night. I never shall! My Lord was magnificent!" Fanuta's flattery was purposeful, but not insincere. She had indeed come many times on the barbarian's thick cock. The Zuma weakened only his will; it fortified and stimulated his body. "Thou didst slay me with thy spear and gladly was I slain! Never has any man filled me as didst Thou. Aye! My Lord!" she gasped, her eyes widening in partial surprise, "I scarcely can believe my eyes! Thy weapon is again ready for battle."
Marius winced at her words. Fanuta knew he was well aware of his erection, an inevitable result of seeing her firm breast just inches before him. Aware, but not pleased at that moment. As his large penis throbbed to life, so his head throbbed with pain. He moaned again, partly with arousal, partly the ache in his forehead. "I feel thy pain, My Lord. Here, take this potion; it will assuage thy torment."
Marius shook his head, "'Tis nothing,"
Fanuta smiled and persisted, pressing a goblet she had prepared to his lips. It was sweet to his tongue and he drank. "Yes, My Lord, drink it all. It will cause thee to sleep and thy pain to cease."
"Sleep again? But I have just awakened. The day is well begun. My officials will expect me at noon for Council," Marius protested.
"Ah my brave, noble Lord," Fanuta smiled. "Do not concern thyself for them. Thou didst not battle alone last night. I heard Aldos slay Dolphia many times, last not long before dawn. The Council can wait."
"Nay, Queen Fanuta. Duty is everything for a Corthon. We cannot allow the weakness of the flesh to deflect us from our appointed tasks."
"It is as I feared, My Lord. Thy strong will is preventing the potion from giving thee its balm. Rest thy head on my bosom and I will make thee to sleep."
"I must... not," Marius replied, struggling not to pillow his head on the Queen's perfect breasts. Fanuta could see the potion beginning to make his eyes heavy. It was time to take him one step further.
"My Lord, it is thy weapon, drawn and ready for battle that does not allow thee to sleep. Let us battle again as we did last night, thy sword and my sheath. Gladly would I have thee conquer me again!" And before the drowsy and aroused Emperor could react, Fanuta had straddled him and positioned her moist cunt lips at the tip of Marius's engorged cock. "The sheath of thy sword awaits thee, My Lord."
"Fanuta! No! This cannot be! A Corthon man never allows a woman to...." A gasp cut short his words and Fanuta lowered herself over the helpless man's stiff cock. Slowly, at first, she began to ride him.
"Speak no more, My Lord. Let me ease thy pain. Aye, Thy manhood dost please me mightily. Yea, My Lord, thrust deep and I will please thee, too. Deep, My Lord, my sleepy Lord. Loose the hold on thy body, My Lord. Let me take thee deep. Release thyself into me, My Lord, deep into me, deeper and thou wilst sleep. Release, My Lord and sleep. Release... release... RELEASE!"
Fanuta had felt his orgasm building and his consciousness sunk beneath her whispered words. With a final twist of her shapely hips and a clinching of her cunt muscles she triggered his climax. Surprisingly, the flood of his hot seed released an irresistible warmth within her and she collapsed on his hairy heaving chest. It was several long moments before she was again in control of herself, but no harm was done. The Emperor was safely entranced, a faint smile on his face. Amazingly, his thick cock was only now deflating. Fanuta let herself relax a few more minutes in the Emperor's strong, though now limp, arms. She was aware that his penis still dammed up her pussy, not allowing his thick sperm to drain out of her. It was a pleasant sensation and stirred a feeling of tenderness for her imperial captive.
Her pussy twitched at the thought of what could result if they continued to "battle", thus if she were incautious. Since she had become a woman, her mother had taught her to drink a potion of Mea every morning on three weeks of each four. "Do so and THOU canst decide when and with whom to have a child, not thy need for a man's organ," her mother had advised with a knowing smile. Fanuta had done so as did most of the elite of the Nurian women. Now she was beginning to wonder if after twenty-five springs, if the time was not approaching to put in practice the other part of her mother's advice.
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THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
