AUTHOR = Homer Vargas
E-MAIL = Vargas111@yahoo.com
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The treaty as accession was to be signed on the first day of the month after the New Moon festival. The rains had ceased, yet the harsh dry heat of summer had not yet come upon the land. The sun shone merely warm on the lush landscape around them. The treaty was being signed on the portico of the temple of the Goddess overlooking the newly whitewashed city below and the green valley beyond. Originally scheduled for the fourth hour, the ceremony had to be postponed until noon, as Marius and his men had greater difficulty than usual in arising from the soft beds and softer arms in which they slept.
Now all was in readiness as Queen Fanuta and her council of priestesses met Marius and his council of warriors. An official of Corthon palace protocol would have been surprised that rather than sitting on opposite sides of the long table, Corthons and Nurians sat side by side. Yet is seemed quite appropriate to the participants, who only an hour or so earlier had been entwined in each other's arms.
The formal toasts over, Marius arose to speak. Fanuta smiled reflecting that, unlike the banquet a month ago, no pearls were needed to disguise the Zuma in the wine. The men no longer noticed the drug and indeed, would have felt quite uncomfortable were it not supplied.
"Queen Fanuta," Marius said, trying to sound severe with the woman whose bed he had so recently shared, "there appear to be some changes in the treaty. It was carefully considered by the Corthon Senate and drafted by our lawyers."
"Aye, My Lord. I asked that a few clarifying words be added in the spirit of thy invitation to join the Corthon Empire. Thou didst ask us to 'open our gates as a maiden does to her betrothed'. I believe My Lord will agree that we have opened more than our gates."
The men looked embarrassed as the women at their side snuggled closer.
"But this treaty states that no legions, save the Emperor's guard, will be posted in thy land," Marius pointed out.
"True, My Lord. Now that we are wedded to the Empire, no enemy will dare attack. Thy legions will be freed to defend thy northern marches. We can deal with raiders as always."
"Aye, My Queen, but internal order?"
"Does the bridegroom send armed servants to watch over his bride, My Lord? I dared hope My Lord would do his own watching." Marius was not sure if it was an accident, but at that moment his eyes fell on Fanuta's ample breast and he could not suppress a noticeable stiffing of his prick.
"But my Queen, soon I will return to Cortho. Business in the capital demands it."
"Speak not of departure, My Lord. The marriage of Nuria to Cortho is but consummated and the honeymoon is not yet begun. Stay yet the season. Surely thou dost not wish to return to Cortho just as the cold rains and bitter winds of the North sweep thy capital."
"But the Senate will be expecting a report and the first tribute."
"Report the plain truth; the capital is wherever the Emperor lays his head. Do not thy own laws say thus? As for gifts, My Lord, with thy permission, I shall send each Senator, Tribune, Praetor, and Pontifex the finest fruit of our land, a Nurian maiden for to wife with a rich dowry." Fanuta smiled at her words. Yes, the Nurian women would take dowries that included many large flasks of Zuma essence. Perhaps next year when their new wives became homesick for their native land, a goodly number of Senators and other high officials would join their emperor in Cortho's new Southern capital.
At each clever reply, Fanuta saw the Zuma-addled heads of the Corthons nod ascent. "Set thy hand to the treaty, My Lord, and let the marriage celebrations begin."
She smiled over at the Emperor who was gazing at her almost in adoration. As she placed a quill in his hand, her other hand found his manhood beneath his tunic and gently squeezed. Marius's doubts and objections floated away. He certainly did not want to feel the miserable cold of a Corthon winter. Less did he wish to leave the bed of this delightful woman who filled his nights and days with pleasure beyond his previous imaginings. Carefully, he appended the initials to the document --
C. I. M: Corthun Imperator Marius.
The heat of the dry season arrived making it difficult for Marius to conduct Imperial business around mid-day. Not that he conducted very much at other times. Marius held Imperial court personally only during mornings, mornings that grew shorter and shorter as the Emperor, exhausted by long, vigorous sessions of lovemaking with Fanuta, arose later and later. Marius was introduced to the delightful custom of siesta after the mid-day meal, a custom made more delightful still by Fanuta's company in bed. He took his meals with Fanuta and so it was quite convenient for her to lead him to her bedchamber. There, beneath pukahs moved by beautiful servant girls, Fanuta let him suckle her breasts until he was moaning with arousal and then send him to sleep by riding him to a volcanic climax that left him almost comatose.
Marius did not realize it, but more and more Imperial affairs were transacted in his name by Fanuta and her court. She now wore the imperial Signet. It had been thus since the arrival of the Santhian Ambassador. News had reached Marius in Fanuta's chamber just after a long slow siesta fuck that, as usual, had left the Emperor quite drowsy. Fanuta gave his eyelids a little kiss and offered to attend to the matter. It had not seemed proper, but Marius was just too sleepy to refuse his lively young bedmate, who slipped off his ring and scurried to greet the visiting dignitary. Marius never remembered to ask that she return it. A couple of times he started to speak about it, but Fanuta was feeling amorous and soon the Emperor was getting a marvelous fuck.
As Fanuta spent more and more time on Imperial business, she introduced Marius to her servants to keep him sated and happy. His vanity stroked by being told he was "too much man for one woman", Marius accepted them into his bed during the long afternoons. It was difficult to satisfy so many pretty women, but he tried.
As the summer drought burned the landscape to dull brown, a challenge arose. The wild tribes of Zaria in the West were causing increasing trouble. A decisive blow was called for, but Fanuta did not wish to rouse the Emperor from the lethargy she had crafted. The danger, she decided, could become an opportunity and set a plan in motion. Several weeks later, a messenger reached the palace with news from the frontier and Fanuta was summoned. Leaving the Emperor in the post coital bliss of an early morning ride, she rose and persuaded the messenger that he should refresh himself before delivering the message to the Emperor. The young man's "refreshment" in the arms of two temple priestesses gave Fanuta time to complete preparations.
She arranged for the messenger, exhausted by the priestesses, to stumble into the imperial chambers just after the Emperor had come most satisfyingly in his royal lover's warm wet pussy.
"Grave news, sire! The Zarians have attacked Quoma. The Nurian defenders fled and the women were taken away." Fanuta smiled secretly. The Zarians had taken the bait. A few years with Nurian wives would tame the tribe, but meanwhile, for form's sake, they must be chastised.
"Villainy!" roared the Emperor, trying to arise from the couch. Guards! Bring my armor.
"Do not concern thyself with the Zarian raiders, My Lord," Fanuta smiled and pushed another goblet of wine into Marius's limp hand. "I shall deal with these swine in thy name. Thou hast more important matters to attend."
"My Queen, it is not meant that thou shouldst deal with affairs of state while I remain always within the palace. Of what 'more important matters' dost thou speak?"
"The most important matter of all, My Lord," Fanuta smiled. "I have brought thee the daughter of a powerful prince and if I err not, she is ripe this night for thy potent seed."
"What? Thou wouldst that I remain behind to bed a foreign wench while thou leadest our soldiers into battle?"
"The woman is Mai-te, from the Chen, My Lord. Make her womb swell with thy child, and another kingdom will be mine... er, thine."
"Can I not service her another day? I would smash these insolent Zarians with mine own strong hand!"
"Strong it is, My Lord, but stronger still the weapon thou wieldest here, in thy loins! Lo, I feel it stir mightily!" the wily woman said, placing her hand on Marius's cock.
"Fa -nu -ta!" he groaned.
"Yeah, My Lord, the sword of thy strength is ready. Plunge it into her belly and make her thine." The Queen clapped three times and two serving girls led in a tall dark beauty with almond eyes, fighting to break free. "Look on her, My Lord. See the proud breasts, breasts that thou wilst make heavy with milk to give suckle to thine offspring. See the wide hips that shall bear thy child. Is she not comely? Aye! Thy sword leapeth in mine hand."
"But is this not the one brought in chains, but days ago? Did she not cry aloud that she would never consent to be my concubine?" Marius asked, unable to take his eyes from the gorgeous woman.
"Indeed she is, My Lord, but she is but a woman. Her mind is weak and her body is susceptible to the potions and philters of thy priestesses and enchantresses. She has been with them for these days. Now she burns with lust for thee. Even now her temple weeps with the joyful anticipation of thy manhood. Lie with her until the new moon and thy seed will find its fertile field. Her belly will grow fat with the fruit of thy loins."
"But Fanuta, Th-The...." he swallowed as his eyes feasted on the scarcely clad maiden in front of him, unable to formulate his sentence.
"Zarian raiders?" Fanuta finished his implied question. "My Lord, surely thou wilts not let this beautiful flower wither on account of a few Zarians who are foolish enough to defy thee." The queen lifted one of the thin veils that barely hid the young woman's charms. Her olive skin contrasted with the alabaster thighs of her imperial captive.
"My Lord, thy humble servant will deal with and rid us of this Zarian nuisance. Thy kingdom and thy people need the issues of thy potent loins to remain strong." With a tap of her hand, she made the writhing young woman spread her thighs a little.
"Behold, My Lord, this ready vessel. The high priestess assures us she has never born fruit. At Thy command my serving girls will ready her that thou mightest pour her full of thy potent liquor.
"But how knowest, my Queen, that the time draweth nigh for conception? Perchance we shall return and she be yet ready."
"Ah, my proud Lord! I am a woman and I know the signs of a woman's body when it crieth out for child, but verily, I pray thee, prove my words."
Fanuta nodded to the woman. "Shew thy readiness to My Lord, wench!" she commanded.
The servants released the writhing girl and Marius suddenly realized her struggles had not been to escape, but to fling herself on HIM. In a twinkling, she had flown to the couch where Marius reclined and had thrust her pussy into his face. Without thinking, Marius drew her to him and began to lick the copious fluids that leaked from her vagina.
Fanuta smiled as she saw Marius lose himself between the young woman's ample thighs. "Taste and prove, but carefully, My Lord, lest the potions she has been given affect thee, too. Do not drink too deeply of her flowing fount or the desire to breed will overtake thee as it has her." Even as Marius ate the aroused woman, Fanuta was slowly stroking him. "Aye! Thy sword is drawn and ready. My Lord is too generous to his concubine, to pleasure her in this way. Wouldst My Lord make her come with thy powerful tongue? Lo! A woman's pleasure is upon her! Her cup overfloweth. Drink it not My Lord!"
The Emperor's enchantment was too deep to heed Fanuta's ironic warning. As the woman's cum squirted onto the helpless man's face, the crafty Fanuta gave his cock a final jerk and made him erupt into her hand. "Ah, My Lord, my generous Lord! Thou hast spent thyself giving pleasure to this foreign woman. Even if thou willest, thou canst not now accompany thy troops as we smite the Zarians. I perceive that slumber overtaketh thee. Thy concubine is similarly spent. Sleep with her, My Lord. Take her this night and every night 'til my return. Fill her with thy efficacious seed and make her grow heavy with thy child."
Marius looked up at Fanuta through sated eyes, almost pleading.
"Do not speak, My Sweet Lord. I know thy eyes grow heavy. Thou wilst sleep and I will go. And when I return, the woman will shew forth the fullness of thy handiwork. Thou wilst breed her well, My Lord. But now thou must sleep. Sleep deeply, My Lord. Thine eyes close softly. Thy thoughts are scattered and drift away from thee. Sleep, My Lord. Sleep."
Fanuta smiled again as the woman gathered Marius's head to her breasts and he began to suck softly. The woman looked up at Fanuta who winked. This clever foreign prostitute Fanuta had procured would keep the silly man happily occupied for the next several weeks, she thought. Several more weeks of drinking her drugged wine and eating her potion-laced food would keep her imperial "guest" too drowsy and horny to think about anything but this and other nubile women in the harem Fanuta had carefully assembled for him. Each was an enchantress in her own right, skilled in enflaming the lust of any man and using that lust to keep his will soft and pliable. Fanuta herself had taught Marius to allow a woman to mount him, pacify him with her pussy and draw forth his sperm, sating him with sleepy pleasure. As Marius lay abed letting one woman after another drain and enervate him with pleasure, Fanuta would gather the reins of power to herself. Soon the Empire would be hers alone! Just one more thing was needed.
**
Several weeks later it was a self-satisfied Fanuta who presided over the Great Council. One after another, the reports had all been favorable. The Zarians had been chased back over the border feeling lucky the Nuri-Crothon troops had not pursued them to recover the abducted women. She imagined what kind of homecoming the Nurian women had prepared. Nothing more would be heard from Zaria raiders; that was sure.
Messages had arrived telling of the success of the Nurian maidens sent to Cortho. Each had quickly become a cherished favorite of her new husband without raising the ire of the first wife. As the Zuma increased the stamina as well as the malleability of the Corthon men, the first wives found they were getting fucked better and more often than before the Nurian girl arrived. The Senate hardly met any more; with two horny women at home, Senators had better things to do. In most households both the Nurian and the Corthon wife were pregnant.
The Corthon foot soldiers were being rapidly absorbed as second husbands for the women in the environs of the capital, although some of the city women sent their former mates back to their elder sisters, preferring the imported to the domestic product. Most of the Corthons had been farmers before being forced into the army and would probably have been quite happy to stay even if without having a woman who wanted to fuck two or three times a day. Surprisingly, the Corthons were able to introduce several new crops and farming techniques that meant greater agricultural output. The extra food would be quite welcome as most of the Nurians with new Corthon husbands were now found with child.
As Marius, Aldos and the other Corthon officials lost interest in matters of state -- for months their sleeping ears had been filled by whisperers making them forget such things -- their captors encouraged them to become more physically active. Fanuta and the other women enjoyed going to the stadium and watch their men wrestle, sprint, broad jump, throw javelins and shoot bows, each cheering excitedly for her bedmate. Fanuta was pleased that her Marius was seldom bested except by Aldos, and that only in wrestling, where the Strategeon's greater bulk made him invincible.
"In sum, Nuria had never been more prosperous or more secure. Nuria is, to all intents and purposes, the capital of an Empire that is Corthon only in name. The minnow has swallowed the frog. There is but one thing more that we can do to seal our place at the head of the Empire. I, myself, have already taken this final step," the Queen stated proudly. "The choice is yours, but for several weeks *I* no longer partake the daily draught of Mea."
A little titter went around the table.
"I may have softened and blunted the Emperor's will, but I can report that his sword remains rigid and sharp," the Queen announced with a little smirk. "About the time of next Thirteenth Moon Festive, I will bear the Emperor's child!"
Fanuta paused and looked around; then she frowned. She was expecting a reaction: surprise, jubilation, outrage; instead Council appeared merely pleased. Dolphia saw the Queen's consternation and smiled. "We share thy joy, My Queen, but not thy caution."
"My caution? Why I have allowed the Emperor...."
"We well know what thou hast allowed the Emperor," the High Priestess smirked, "but thou art not the first."
"What?"
"My Queen, I am with child since the night of the treaty ceremony, although Aldos does not yet know it," Dolphia announced.
"Lucas and I are expecting before the rains resume. Behold!" Munira stood, lifted her short tunic and displayed to everyone the first signs of her delightful bulge. "I wanted his child from the first night I made him lie with me."
One by one the other Council members nodded and rubbed their bellies. "Even I, My Queen," Gassara smiled at last. "Although in truth I cannot say which of the Praetorian Guards is the father. As a precaution, I have taken the whole lot for my household!"
This announcement at last brought the gasps of amazement Fanuta had expected at her own. Although irked at being upstaged by her followers, surrounded by so many happy women, she could not remain angry. "Well," the Queen laughed, "it seems we need to arrange quickly for a joint marriage ceremony, lest we cause scandal."
"There will be scandal enough as it is, My Queen, when thou and thy entire Council present their swollen bellies before the alter of the Goddess where an equally pregnant High Priestess will meet them," chuckled Dolphia.
"Enough? Oh, perhaps not," the Queen replied with a mischievous grin. "I can think of something else to set the gossips' tongues wagging." No one dared ask, although the Queen's broad smile harbored no threat. "Now that we have gotten ourselves with child, we can begin to share the fathers to be. Methinks Munira is not the only one to have admired fair Lucas," she grinned, glancing at Dolphia who looked embarrassed, "and, too, I would prove the mettle of Aldos' sword," the queen smiled again. "Perchance for a few nights my cries will disturb the High Priestess' sleep, as for months hers have mine."
THE END
