NOTE: All characters in this story, like all characters in all of my stories and works, are 18+
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Nefertiti, queen of the Amazons, lounged upon her side in her throne room. She inclined her head upwards, and one of her well-trained concubines obliged her unspoken request, feeding her a lush, succulent grape. She mewled appreciatively at the taste. The queen's reaction was unmistakable; she was thoroughly unimpressed by the gift in the court before her.
It was her 20th birthday, and the lovely young woman held court to receive those who would bestow gifts upon her. Beautiful female concubines - for it was well known that Nefertiti, as were most of the Amazons she ruled, was a lesbian - surrounded her, fanning her with giant palm leaves and occasionally feeding her the finest grapes from the southern vineyards. She had chosen only the loveliest of her harem to attend her today.
A girl from the East, her skin a lighter brown than the dark shades of the Amazons, was clad in exotic oriental jewelry. A red-skinned girl from the West, with hair as dark as Nefertiti's, was there, displaying the turquoise decorations of her kind. And several shades of the chocolate tone that dominated the majority of the kingdoms were represented in her attendants, all heartbreakingly beautiful, in a dozen different ways, and all completely naked, revealing the beauty and power available to Nefertiti.
But the queen they attended outshone them all. Her hair was luscious black curls as long as her body, her bedecked golden tiara barely visible within. Her supple, smooth skin was the color of dark chocolate, and gleaming with oils. Her face was pure sex, symmetrical and sultry, with eyes the brown of palmwood. Her boobs were as round as oranges, but nearly as large as melons, stemmed by dark nipples in coin-sized areolas. Diamond studs pierced those hard, beautiful nipples, and a golden chain connected them. A spiral gold bracelet wound its way along the exquisite slenderness of her upper arm. A pearldrop jewel shone from her belly button, but the deliciousness of her pussy was hidden by the long white loincloth she wore, hanging from a golden girdle slung low and loosely around her wide, fertile hips.
The supplicant left his rich gifts of treasure before her throne, his noble lady suitably chastised for such a poor present, and the royal chamberlain tapped the butt of her ornate jeweled spear against the marble floor. At the signal, the next supplicant approached.
Nefertiti was interested despite herself, but did not show it. This was the herald of the Pharsei queendom to the south, and they always displayed much wisdom and wealth. Her pussy quivered wetly beneath her loincloth as she recalled the delightful lesbian concubines she'd last received from them.
"Hail to the beauteous queen Nefertiti," the herald said. She wore a short silken skirt, but her torso was bare save for the golden tassels covering her nipples, and the horny lesbian queen licked her lips appreciatively at her beauty. "The Pharseis never offer empty words. May our gifts speak for themselves."
The great doors to the throne room opened, and in strode in a small procession. The black woman's eyes boggled as she saw no less than a dozen dark-skinned hotties, their sexy bodies completely stark naked save for unconcealing jewelry, come in bearing platters of treasure. They lay their treasures down, but Nefertiti did not pay attention to those. That's what her chamberlain was for.
The queen would feast her eyes - and soon, much more - upon these delicious girls, clearly concubines offered to her. Their movements were sensual and well-trained, their bodies gleaming with oils, their hair long silk. Trimmed down adorned their muffs, and their boobs, while varying in size and shape, were all large and firm and perky, bouncing with their movements.
Then their ranks parted, and Nefertiti beheld a gift unlike any that had ever been offered to her before. A man. There were astonished gasps at the Pharseis' audacity, but most in the court - including, surprisingly, Nefertiti herself - were mesmerized. Not just a man, but a Northman. One of that fair-skinned, fair-haired race from the bleak north. Fierce, vicious fighters they were, and she'd never heard of one being taken captive before.
He towered over everyone else in the throne room. His hair was long silky blonde locks falling across his shoulders. His well-oiled skin was the sheen of bronze, his muscles chiseled upon every part of his body. But for golden bracers and golden anklets, he was completely nude, resplendent in his masculine glory before the eyes of the court. Though obeisant, he radiated strength and power, an utter paragon of virility, and Nefertiti's eyes were glued to his cock.
It was a thick, meaty trunk dangling between his legs, thicker than her arm. It crawled with dark, twisting, bulging veins the width of her pinky, and ended in a swollen knob between his knees. Moisture beaded upon the tip of his cockhead and dripped to the floor every few moments. A golden band fit snugly around the thick base of his shaft, nestled in his silky blonde pubic curls, and another band collared the base of his swollen, engorged cumsacks.
In smooth fluid motions, the Northman and his fellow concubines being offered to Nefertiti began their sensuous dances. The women flowed slinkily around the man, hands and bodies rubbing into his, as his large hands caressed their sexy naked forms. Nefertiti's lips parted hotly as she watched, and her dark pussy seeped moisture as she watched the incredible man's cock rise, a majestic, slowly awakening beast towering to its full height.
