Author: Madame Ovary
Title: Empress
Part: 1
Universe: Empress
Summary: Sometimes to be the Queen of an empire is better to be the King!
Keywords: Fdom, Fb, Ff, nc, rom, 




EMPRESS



By Madame Ovary
February 2015


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Chapter 1:  My World as Queen

There is an ancient saying stating that "it's good to 
be King", but I prefer by far to be the Queen.  I 
don't have near as many eyes on me, and I can stay in 
the shadows more often and have my fun.
My husband the King is almost always tied up with 
matters of state or sleeping with his young boys.  
He's a twisted soul that prefers the company of young 
males for his personal delights.
Because of that, and because I don't oppose him in any 
way, he turns his eye from my pursuits of pleasure.  I 
don't like young boys, but I do like young girls.  I 
also like young men.  My husband keeps a harem, just 
as most kings do, but his harem is divided into two 
different courts, one for the males and one for the 
females.  That's not all that unusual amongst kings 
but it is unusual that he has a harem filled with 
young nubile females that he never enjoys.  
The male court starts with boys from the age of about 
5 and only the most suitable are kept the longest, 
sometimes making it to the age of 18 before they are 
sent away.  Most of our boys end up being assigned to 
our armies far from here, but some who have been 
especially pleasing to us are giving a more merciful 
fate, serving other politicians or the wealthy elite 
in their homes here in the capitol city.
My husband finds that his tastes for male flesh start 
to tire after a young male gets much older than 15 or 
16, but I've managed to talk him into keeping a few of 
them around until they're 18 for my pleasure.  He 
knows I'm fucking them, but he's so preoccupied with 
the younger ones and is thankful that I leave him 
alone, so it works well for both of us.
The boys are typically orphans, the spoils of war.  
Usually they are only kept if they're found at an 
early age, at 5-8 years of age, and then they are 
raised in our courts with minimal privileges and much 
training in the arts, but especially in one - the art 
of giving pleasure.  We won't usually rescue orphans 
for our harem unless they are young and trainable and 
possess good physical beauty and other physical 
"attributes".  The boys are then trained until they 
are at least 9 or 10 and only then will we allow them 
into our presence.  ?I don't care for boys that much, 
and usually won't touch a male until he's at least 14 
or 15.  Innocence isn't what attracts me in a male, 
it's the physical prowess and their beauty that does.
At any given time we may have 30-50 males in our 
harem, usually spread out somewhat equally between the 
ages of 5 to 18, unless we've had a banner year at 
collecting new ones.  I've been in luck these past few 
years, watching larger groups than normal come up 
through our court.  Our empire fought and won a 
particularly large campaign that went through several 
regions to the east of here about 8 years ago that 
yielded almost 90 boys, of which we kept 34 for our 
harem after culling the rest of them out.  I've been 
paying keen attention to those 34 boys over the years 
as they've come up through the ranks, and have my eye 
on about 15 of them in particular.  They are beautiful 
creatures, and all are gifted sexually as well.  The 
youngest of them is 13 now and the oldest 17.  On 
their 18th birthday I will lose them, and there won't 
be anything I can do about that as my husband's 
pampering of me has limits, so I will eagerly take my 
pleasure with them as often as I can prior to their 
departure from our harem.

I mentioned we maintain two harems.  The harem for our 
girls is staffed the same way.  They are taken in the 
same way as boys, and in roughly the same quantities.  
My husband has little or no use for them, but sees it 
rather as a diversion and it makes him look like less 
than the pervert he really is to keep them around.  In 
fact, it is well known that we keep a harem of girls.  
After all, what king wouldn't?  But the fact that we 
keep one for males as well is a guarded secret, as 
that could make my husband look weak, and we couldn't 
have that, now could we?  This is to my distinct 
advantage, as I do love my girls.
I have my select group of perhaps 20 or so, but with 
girls sometimes I prefer a wider range of ages and 
will sometimes take a 12 year-old for my pleasure, 
depending on her features, of course.  Again, that 
large campaign of 8 years ago yielded a number of 
beauties, and I do mean beauties.  The ones I shower 
my attentions on I myself have helped to train, and I 
let no men near them, unless one of the girls happens 
to strike my husband's fancy, which is rare, and then 
of course I say nothing.  When he asks for females it 
is usually when he wants both males and females 
together for his nightly entertainment.  On rare 
occasion he has allowed them to service him orally or 
anally, but typically the only way he wants them is to 
dominate them and will take a girl in the ass rather 
than use her in the customary fashion.  He is twisted 
like that.  If that happens, I find a way to make it 
up to that particular girl, especially if she is one 
of my favorites.
My physicians have developed potions that will prevent 
an unwanted pregnancy, so I am free to pursue my 
nights however I desire and however raunchy I am 
feeling.  They have also perfected other potions that 
I administer to my concubines, both male and female.  
Males at that young and ripe of an age need little 
help in maintaining an erection, but I give it to them 
anyway.  When I want to be pleased, I want to be 
pleased.  Females are given a similar potion but 
theirs is more for their own pleasure and arousal 
enhancement rather than for a purely physical benefit.  

The best part of my access to the harem is that I can 
do it right under my husbands nose and he could care 
less.  I have heard that some queens must wait and 
take their pleasures in secret, but not me.  Oh, I'm 
discreet enough, and I never rub it in my husband's 
face, but I get my pleasure how and when I want it, 
and I let little deter me from my pursuits.  
I've found that my pleasure is enhanced by that fact 
and that over the years my tastes have run to the 
extravagant because I may do whatever I please, 
whenever I want, and with whomever I desire.  And 
unlike my husband, who has let himself go and is a 
slovenly pig, I have maintained my youthful 31 year-
old body and am quite fit and trim.  I've been told 
many times by some very desirable men how luscious my 
body is, and they meant it.  I would not stand for 
useless flattery, and the men of the court are aware 
of that.  They weren?t courting my favor so much as 
they were seeking an ?audience? with me.  I must 
admit?I am quite beautiful and have access to all the 
most expensive perfumes and beauty aids as well as to 
any drugs and potions that I would want to partake of 
that would help me in my pursuit of ecstasy.




Chapter 2:  A Night With My Males

Tonight, I have a need for my young men, so after a 
rich dinner, which I only pick at because my mind is 
preoccupied with thoughts of later on tonight, I pay a 
visit to the harem to make my selections.  Tonight I 
am after a particular male attribute, the ability to 
cum large quantities.  Even though I have my "chosen 
ones", those with great beauty, I want something 
different tonight and make my choices with the harem 
keeper based on my tastes for tonight.  Hakeem, the 
harem master knows exactly what I am looking for and 
only has to ask the quantity of boys I desire.  "As 
many as it will take to satisfy me" I answer him, "but 
no more than a dozen, I would say" I tell him, smiling 
secretively.  I keep Hakeem happy with privileges and 
fine quarters as well as access to the royal kitchens.  
He is very loyal to me and never fails to please me as 
a result.
I return to my chambers to prepare myself.  After 
stripping down naked, I enter my second bedchamber, my 
pleasure room as I have named it.  It is the one I 
reserve strictly for nights like this.  It is roomy, 
and the lighting can be altered to become very bright 
or very dim.  There are tapestries on the wall 
depicting sexual positions of all kinds and all 
combinations of sexes.  They were chosen for their 
quality of eroticism from the finest weavers in all 
our regions.  They alone will arouse the senses, which 
is after all what I am after.
There are all manner of couches, chairs, and beds, 
plus racks for bondage and every other known pleasure 
device for both males and females.
I touch myself, realizing I am wet already in 
anticipation of tonight?s event.
  
On one side of the room is a low circular padded 
ottoman, about 5' in diameter.  It will serve as my 
throne for tonight.  I hear the faint ring of a bell 
from just outside my chamber.  It is Hakeem telling me 
they have arrived.  I sit on the ottoman, anxious to 
begin.  
The boys come in.  I know them all, and they know me.  
The youngest is 13 tonight but the rest are older.  
They gather around me as I tell them to form a circle 
around the ottoman.  There are 12 of them tonight and 
they are wearing only what we allow, tunics and loose 
fitting trousers.
"Do you know what I require tonight?"  They all nod 
silently.  "Then disrobe!" I command them quietly.
As they begin to strip, I move about the ottoman in 
suggestive poses, showing off my body to them and 
touching myself if every way it pleases me.  I am 
tremendously wet and completely naked.  "Touch 
yourselves!"  I whisper hoarsely.
As one, they begin to stroke themselves, although 
almost half of them are mostly hard already.  "Come 
closer!" I say, beckoning to them.
Again as one, they all move to crowd me on my ottoman.  
They know they will not be allowed to cum until I tell 
them, so they are careful not to over-excite 
themselves.  
Sammi, the one with the longest cock, is one of my 
favorites.  I look at him and curl my finger.  He 
steps up to the ottoman, his glorious slender 12" of 
cock very hard already.  I sit on the ottoman and take 
him into my mouth and down my throat.  I never force 
my males to keep quiet, only to not speak unless I 
allow for open dialog.  Sammi groans as I take him 
down my throat.  I can feel him sliding well down my 
throat.  His 12" would be way too much for me to 
throat was it not for his very slender length.
Across from him is Markus, the one with the fattest 
cock.  His is a good 9" long and he has a huge crown 
at the end of his purple cock.  I release Sammi and 
roll across the ottoman to present my rear to him.  
"Take me!" I groan.
Markus steps up and slides his cock up and down my wet 
slit then slides it into the royal pussy.  Markus has 
privileges.  He is allowed to touch me at times like 
this and I feel his large hands grab my hips as he 
begins to pound me in earnest.  His cock never fails 
to satisfy me and he feels larger tonight somehow, 
stuffing me up nicely.  He is hurting me, but I like 
that, and of course, it would never do for me to let 
on in front of the boys that he is causing me any 
discomfort.  That would not do at all.  In no time my 
tits are swaying and slapping against me as he takes 
me with long full strokes.  
There are two young males side by side to my right.  I 
groan as I pull free from Markus's cock and sit on the 
edge of the ottoman in front of Gaius and Lucius.  
"You will cum in my mouth now, one at a time" giving 
them permission.  They step forward, increasing their 
stroking.  Their cocks are not impressive, but the 
volume of cum they can shoot is.  I lean in and take 
each of them in my mouth, easily throating the one 
while the other does not have that much length to 
reach my throat.  Gaius is not long, but he is the 
most prodigious cummer of the group, and I am eager to 
take his load from him.  I take my mouth off him and 
slide Lucius into my throat.  I back off when he is 
close.  "You first" I say to him.  He begins to jack 
his cock in earnest then, and he knows well that I 
will not be pleased if he spills even a drop.  I have 
told them to cum in my mouth and that is exactly what 
they will do.  Lucius groans and steps closer.  It is 
my signal that he is near his orgasm.  I look up at 
him and he nods.  I take him in my mouth and down my 
throat as he begins to spasm.  Shot after shot of his 
young but fertile seed he deposits in my hungry belly.  
I slide him from my throat and let him finish in my 
mouth.  I feel so filthy and am so aroused now that I 
know I will leave a large wet spot on the ottoman.  No 
matter.  It will fuel the fires with my boys.  Lucius 
is done cumming now and I smile up at him.  He is free 
to leave the circle now and retire to an adjacent 
seating area where fruits and cheeses are available.  
Now it is Gaius' turn.  "You know what I want" I say 
to him.  He nods and steps forward offering his cock 
to me.  I grab his balls instead.  They are a handful 
and they are rising against his body.  In one easy 
move, I take his cock all the way in my mouth, my nose 
against his completely shaven body.  He groans as I 
work him mercilessly.  Because of the amount he cums, 
he has permission to speak when he is ready to release 
his seed.  He does so now with a groan.  I pull him 
free from my mouth, squeezing and pulling on his balls 
while holding fast to his cock with my other hand.  He 
begins to cum.  Long thick ropy strands of delicious 
white boy seed pours from the end of his cock, but I 
have been with him enough times to know I must swallow 
quickly or risk drowning!  My first swallow is a hot 
thick mouthful, but I do not gag.  I would not give 
the boys the pleasure of seeing that.  It would give 
them too much to talk about amongst themselves later.
Still I am pulling his soupy seed from him and still 
he is groaning.  His first 6 or 7 shots are forceful, 
and contain more seed than most men will produce in 
two cums, but he has more to give, and I aim to milk 
it from him.  His spurts have slowed now to thicker 
dollops, which loop out of him and onto my waiting 
tongue.  His taste is mesmerizing, but we have found 
ways to control their diet for this very reason.  He 
is near the end now and his legs are shaking.  I have 
taken his entire load into my belly and will sleep 
well tonight.  Let the boys talk about *that* later!  
Not many women could do what I do, nor do it as well 
as I do.
I am finished with Gaius and roll back over to Markus, 
offering my rump to him again.  "Let me know" I say, 
giving him permission to take me and then to tell me 
when he will cum.
He enters me again from behind with that fat stiff rod 
of his and plows my field, taking me as roughly as he 
pleases.  He is hurting me, but I allow it with him, 
as it is a most delicious pain, and I cum as he takes 
me.  It is another permission he has, to be un-gentle 
with me.  "Now, my lady" he cries, and I spin off of 
him, taking him in my mouth.  I finish him, not 
wasting a drop and tasting my own cum in the process.  
I taste lovely...fragrant and earthy.
"Who is closest?" I say looking around at the 
remaining 9.  Titus on one side and Manius who is 
three boys away from him both step forward.  I beckon 
them to stand side by side and simply command them to 
"jack".  They both begin to pump their cocks then, 
given permission to shoot when they are ready.  I lean 
in close, grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples 
roughly.  Manius nods and I lean in, opening my mouth.  
He hits it with his hot spunk several times, the rest 
landing on my chest.  They know when I grab my tits 
and offer them up toward them that I am giving my 
permission to miss my mouth with a few of their shots, 
but they also know I want the first and most powerful 
shots directed at my waiting mouth.  
Then Titus nods and I do the same to him.  Five cocks 
down and seven to go.  I look over at Sammi, giving 
him a questioning look.  He nods and I slide over to 
him and allow his 12" to slide down my eager throat.  
He groans and stiffens.  I grab his hips and use my 
mouth like a cunt, taking long fluid strokes up and 
down his entire length.  I know he loves this.  He 
loves to use his queen like this and to see his 
frightfully long cock disappearing down her throat.  
"Now" he cries out, and I take him all the way, my 
nose against his pelvis.  I feel nothing but his 
pulsing spasms as he empties his load into my stomach.  
I hold my breath for the 30 seconds or so it takes him 
to finish.  Let them talk about that tonight as well!  
The other six gather in a tighter circle.  I move 
around them, tasting each of their cocks and allowing 
some of them to fuck me.  One of them has a 
particularly slender cock and I allow him entry to my 
ass.  I decide at the last instant to let him cum 
there and with minimal persuasion, he does so, and I 
orgasm again as I feel his hot and plenteous seed 
shoot up into my rectum.
The rest I bring to the point of orgasm with my hands 
or my mouth.  Twice I lay flat and spread for them, 
allowing them to kneel and take me in what people call 
the missionary style.  What a ridiculous name for it!  
As if missionaries could ever enjoy it like we do!  
In all, I take eleven loads of hot seed from my boys 
into my belly, but Gaius I invite back to my couch and 
I take him a second time just to make it an even 
dozen.  I reek of semen and my jaw is sore, but I have 
gotten what I wanted.  12 boys from the ages of 13 to 
17 all have pleasured me and I have returned it, 
allowing them to pour their hot and plenteous seed 
into the royal belly and one into my ass.  And what 
man would not welcome an opportunity such as I have 
granted these boys?  Young or old, men throughout the 
kingdom have heard rumors of my exploits in the 
bedroom.  I can tell this from the way they look at 
me, but none are so bold as to say a word to me about 
it.  
Sometimes I wish they would, as there are many 
glorious cocks in the kingdom, and time is short and I 
would love to sample them all.   

The taste and smell of the boys is still in my senses 
the next day even though I took a long luscious bath 
last night.  Still, my pussy aches for more...filling 
shall we say, than what happened last night.
I get to satisfy my whims, and the night before was 
one such time.  I had a taste for cock but especially 
for cum.  I love it, you see.  I love making my boys 
do what I want when I want.  And young cum is so 
plenteous and ready to come forth, and its taste so 
dainty and fresh, and my boys are only too happy to 
share it with me.  It works to my advantage in two 
ways, you see?  First, I get my own desires satisfied, 
and two, it keeps my boys happy and gives them juicy 
tidbits to talk about when they are safely back in the 
harem.  
And I know they talk.  Hakeem tells me so.  Oh, they 
are careful when they speak aloud for they know the 
walls have ears, and yet they talk.  They talk of 
their own prowess, but they also talk of mine.  And 
I'm told there is wonder and awe in their voices when 
they do.




Chapter 3:  A Chosen Few:  My Largest Males

A few days pass, and tonight I have a taste for size, 
and shortly after a scrumptious late lunch, I pay a 
visit to Hakeem and tell him what I have in mind.  I 
want the four largest cocks in the harem.  Now it is 
his turn to smile secretively, but he is careful about 
it in front of me nonetheless.

I dine again later that evening, my pussy already 
soaked as I think about what is in store for me in 
just another hour or so.  I have run through it in my 
mind all day today, yet kept from pleasing myself in 
anticipation of the release I will experience tonight.  
I have done this "four cock" night before many times, 
and it always leaves me feeling ravished and undone.  
I will be deliciously sore for a day or two 
afterwards, and then when I please myself, it will be 
painfully exquisite. 
Hakeem knows exactly what I am looking for and will 
not disappoint me, of that I am certain.  No cock 
tonight will be less than 9" in length, and I will 
expect each boy to cum twice at a minimum.  
When I am alone with these boys, it will not have been 
the first time.  If memory serves me correctly, this 
will be the 18th time the five of us will have shared 
a night together.  They know what I want and they know 
how to give it to me.
Because of the history behind us, these particular 
boys are granted privileges when alone with me that 
they covet greatly and are only granted sparingly.  
They are allowed to walk about my pleasure room at 
will, sampling the delights I will have there for 
them, food and drink and pleasure drugs.  They have 
permission to touch me at any time in any way, unless 
I stop them, of course.  They will have my permission 
tonight to do what pleases them as well as what 
pleases me, so they may act on their own, sexually 
that is.  It is an arrangement they enjoy immensely 
and a freedom they protect jealously.  If any one of 
them gets out of line tonight, not just the one that 
commits the offense but all of them risk total loss of 
privileges and even the forfeiture of their lives.  
This is a wise deterrent and is only used to protect 
me while I am alone with four strong boys. 
Because of all these things, I have reason to believe 
these four boys look forward to this night as much as 
I do.  And because of that, they will do all in their 
power to please me tonight.  And from what Hakeem has 
told me of their talks after nights such as this, I am 
correct in my assessments.

At 9 bells, the four boys are ushered into my 
presence.  My largest bed in the pleasure room is 
surrounded by tall candlesticks, each with a blazing 
scented candle on it.  The satin sheets from the far-
east are exquisite against my naked body, and I can 
see their eyes glowing in the candlelight as they take 
in the nude form of their Queen, splayed out for them 
to see.  
They strip down and are all at least halfway hard in 
anticipation.  They will all have scrubbed clean this 
evening and relieved themselves ahead of time.  They 
each wear a slightly different but provocative scent, 
and I can feel that my cunt is quite moist with 
anticipation.  Three join me on the bed, but the 
oldest, who is also the largest...down there...is 
watching from the side of the bed.  I look down at his 
semi-rigid cock and lick my lips.  I feel six hands 
begin to caress and tease my willing body as I stare 
at him wantonly.  This will be a good night.

Within minutes, the three of them are one in each hole 
of mine, and taking me unmercifully.  I can feel the 
two cock heads sliding past each other through the 
thin membrane between my cunt and my ass and it takes 
my breath away.  I am stuffed almost completely down 
there, and it is just what I have been needing.  It 
hurts so wonderfully good this way, and my memories of 
this kind of thing are the fantasies that make me 
touch myself in the late night hours when I am alone.
The third is holding my jaw and stroking my cheek as I 
attempt to take him down my throat.  There are only 
two of the four here tonight I can do that with.  The 
other two...well, their girth is far too much for my 
throat and almost too much for my mouth as well!
Tonight, only the last cums will be in my cunt.  All 
the cums before that will be either in my mouth 
(happily!) or my ass.  There's no use getting the main 
attraction too sloppy too early, especially since it 
will be receiving so much cum this night.
The boy pounding my cunt is getting excited and tells 
me so.  I dismount from him, allowing the one who was 
just in my mouth to lay flat so I can mount him.  The 
one who stands before me has a full 10 or 11" of 
bobbing hot cock staring me in my face, with my cum 
all over him.  No matter.  It is another thing I love.  
I take him as far back as I can go, gagging myself in 
the process, but I control myself as there is no 
profit in vomiting now and appearing un-ladylike, is 
there?  I suck him viciously and in a few minutes his 
huge balls pour out their hot seed, which I swallow 
greedily.  It is a tasty way to start the evening.
The sight of this is too much for the boy in my ass 
who calls out "your ass, my Queen?" which tells me he 
is ready.
"My mouth" I say, smiling back over my shoulder at 
him.  He pulls free, leaving me feeling a huge void in 
my ass where he has come from.  He grabs a wetted and 
scented rag and wipes himself before standing before 
me.
Unbeknownst to me, my largest boy sees an open hole in 
my ass and had lubed himself with special oils and is 
now working around behind me.  This will hurt, but I 
will not stop him.
My mouth happily stuffed again with 10" of luscious 
hard meat, I let him abuse my throat for a while as my 
concentration goes back to my anus, which is being 
stretched out to its fullest.  Oh, I have taken this 
cock in my ass before, but each time I do, I remember 
the experience for days afterward!  Now my ass will be 
ruined for the better part of two days, and this boy 
takes liberties with me for that, but at the same 
time, well...I can imagine the sight of that reamed 
out hole beckoning him was too much for him.  And 
after all, I do encourage ingenuity and proactivity in 
my bedroom with these four young men.
Fuck, but he is huge!  He is trying to fit his entire 
length up inside me and the one fucking me from below 
has slowed his pace, as I'm sure he can feel the huge 
slab of meat just an inch or so away from his own, 
taking long forceful reaming slides back and forth 
within me.
My attention diverted to my rear, the boy in the mouth 
sees that and has the courtesy to say "My Queen?"
I look up at him and nod, and he holds my head tight 
as his long strokes back and forth down my throat pick 
up their intensity.  "All in my mouth" I say when it's 
not full and I have the chance, meaning I don't want 
it down my throat where I can't taste it.  Just 
because I swallowed seed 12 times the night before 
doesn't mean I don't want any more tonight! 
I grab his scrotum and squeeze and milk him as he 
pours shot after thick shot of his heavy cream into my 
mouth.  I swallow three or four times before he is 
finished, and when he is done, I ask the two in my 
other holes to switch places.  When Lucretius, the one 
who was in my ass, pulls out, it is like I've had a 
bar of iron stuffed up inside me to my stomach, and I 
swear I can feel the cool night air rush into the void 
he has left behind.  He grabs another wetted towel and 
cleans his cock before lying down.  His twelve-plus 
inches of manhood tower above him, waving about with 
the sheer weight of it.  I am still kneeled on the bed 
and take him in my mouth, or at least just the tip of 
his cock head.  I swirl my tongue around it for a 
moment, then crawl up to take ahold of the monster and 
guide it to my soaking cunt lips.  I call for someone 
to wet my lips, and the boy who finished first is 
immediately on his back sliding up under me to take my 
pussy in his mouth.  He lathers me up very nicely and 
when I cry "enough!" he slides back out and I mount 
his rock hard demon-like cock that stands up before 
me.  
It is a wonderful thing, having a drenched pussy and 
feeling almost 13" of hard cock sliding up inside it.  
It takes my breath away, and I tell the boy behind me 
to wait and let me get some time with it alone before 
he takes me up my well-reamed asshole.
I am riding this staff like there is no tomorrow, and 
I swear it feels like it may be up in my throat!  I 
can only manage to impale myself on about 10" of his 
length before he bottoms out against the back of my 
cunt.  As I am sliding back and forth making those 
long strokes, I look into his eyes.  "You took 
liberties with me tonight, Lucretius" I say.  "You did 
not approve, my Queen?" he asks, somewhat concerned.  
"After all these years we have been together now, do 
you think there would be a way you could use your 
staff that would displease me?"  I smiled and grunted 
with the effort of taking him deeply again.  He smiled 
then.  "I had hoped you would approve" he whispered, 
and then began to thrust back against me.
Rarely did I allow one boy to have his way alone with 
me, but I granted it to Lucretius that night, riding 
him on top first, then getting on my knees and letting 
him mount me after the fashion of horses.  Finally 
when I knew he was close, I pulled away from him and 
knelt before his great cock and let him spurt into my 
waiting mouth.  Lucretius has balls to match his cock, 
and he is a prodigious cummer.  Tonight was no 
exception and perhaps my desire to be with him alone 
spurred him on to even greater heights because I could 
not keep up with his flow as he shot into my mouth.  I 
swallowed at least four times, but still it seeped out 
of my mouth and onto my chin and the bed.  It was rare 
that I could not swallow every drop, and I pride 
myself on not wasting my boy?s seed.
I had decided to reward Lucretius well when he retired 
from the harem, but I had also decided to keep him 
close, as I was not done with him yet.  If it could 
ever be said I had a soft spot, it was for this boy 
whom I had known since he was 8.  He was always 
respectful and had pleased me greatly over the years.  
As I recall, I took his virginity when he was 12, 
which was as young as I could ever remember being with 
a boy.  Even then, his cock was very impressive, and 
as I took his very first cum into my mouth, I knew we 
would have many years of pleasuring each other ahead 
of us.

The rest of that night was laying myself open for my 
young men to take, and then the final cum of the night 
was with Lucretius, when I let him take me 
"missionary" style as they say.  He came looking 
boldly into my eyes, which made me cum as well.  I was 
no longer surprised by the liberties he took with me, 
and in fact had come to not only expect them, but want 
them.  He was deep inside me and I had cum several 
times on his large rod, when he pushed deep and held 
the head of his cock against my cervix and flooded me 
with his semen.  All the while he was cumming, he was 
staring deeply into my eyes.  Looking back, it scared 
me.  I have seen adoration before on the faces of my 
boys when they are with me and particularly when they 
cum, but I had never seen a look like this before on 
one of their faces.  This went beyond adoration, and 
it threw me.  My boys were not supposed to fall in 
love with me.  Yes, they were supposed to love their 
Queen, but not to ever show this type of emotion to 
me.
Yet here he was, grinding down into me, hearing me 
whimper and feeling me cum under him, and he was 
staring into my eyes as if not another thing mattered 
in the entire world.  I could feel his great cock 
pulse as he emptied his seed most certainly into my 
cervix.  If I did not know better, Lucretius was 
trying to impregnate me.  And for that moment, I swear 
I did not care.  I looked back into his eyes and was 
so shocked with the emotion that my legs locked around 
his hips and I actually tried to pull him more deeply 
into me.
This was likely to be one of our last "official" 
nights together, as Lucretius was turning 18 next 
month.  I vowed to myself then and there that it would 
not be our last night, not by a long shot.





Chapter 4:  A Night With My Choicest Females

I went for the better part of a week after that night, 
not desiring to be in the pleasure room again so 
quickly.  As expected, I had been sore all over for 
days afterward, and my cunt and ass were especially 
tender and it was the better part of a week before my 
tender holes felt normal again.  That damned 
Lucretius!  I will never let him barge my back door 
down again!  Anybody else in my harem, but not 
Lucretius!

Like I said, a week had passed and I was getting 
lonely for my girls.  I wanted just a few this next 
time, and I wanted them for the night.  I never had my 
boys all night, but had them most of the night on many 
occasions.  Still, I never allowed them to sleep with 
me in bed for a full night, whereas I did with my 
girls.
Things were strange in the capitol city lately, and 
I'd been involved with a number of issues that had 
left me feeling drained and depressed, and I needed 
the warmth of my maidens and their attentions to set 
me straight again.
As Hakeem kept my male harem, Liviana kept my girls 
for me.  I paid her a visit that afternoon and told 
her I wanted 3 maidens for the next night.  I 
regretted that matters of state would keep me from 
them tonight and most of the day tomorrow, which was 
why I was with Liviana now.  I requested the three by 
name this time, as I wanted them for all night this 
time.  By the end of the day tomorrow, I was going to 
need the sweet diversion that only they could bring 
me.  Liviana knew exactly what my needs were before I 
left her company, and she assured me that the girls 
would be well prepared.  Liviana was an expert in 
training and maintaining my girls and she had my full 
trust, just as Hakeem did.  Besides they knew that to 
violate that trust would mean a most unpleasant death 
for either of them.

The next day passed in the most boring and lengthy 
way, and I could not wait to hold my girls in my arms 
tonight.  It had been far too long since I'd partaken 
of their pleasures.  I chose not to bathe before their 
arrival, as I wanted my girls to do that for me.  In 
one corner of my pleasure room was a large sunken tub, 
and I'd had it filled with the hottest of water and 
fragrance, and then with special salts that would 
bubble when the water was stirred and would make it 
feel like liquid silk.  I had candlesticks of every 
type set up around the tub and plenty of my wines to 
choose from along with fruits and cheeses and other 
delicacies.

Promptly at 8 bells that night, Fabiana, Laelia, and 
Varinia were shown into my quarters.  They were my 
favorites for nights like this, and just as my 
favorite boys had special privileges, so did my 
favorite girls.  I liked to spoil my girls in ways the 
boys never knew about, however, and I kept them in 
little trinkets and baubles depending on how they had 
pleased me on a certain occasion.
When the three of them came into my pleasure room, 
they shed their outer robes, revealing positively 
scandalous robes that were quite thin and left nothing 
to the imagination.  They giggled when they saw me in 
the tub, and as one came running over to it, shedding 
their diaphanous robes, their gorgeous young titties 
bouncing erotically as they approached me.  
In moments they were in the tub with me, laughing and 
touching me and one another, grabbing for the soaps 
and soft brushes and lathering each other up.  They 
were a joy to my eye, and I'd missed them so much that 
I actually told them that.  I must be getting old and 
tired, I though to myself.  I almost never let my 
guard down like that, but it did seem to have a very 
positive effect of the three of them as suddenly they 
were clinging to me, their mouths and hands on me in 
every sweet spot I possessed.

The tub was a wondrous experience even alone, but with 
three absolutely gorgeous young girls with only 
pleasing me on their minds, it was beyond what 
anyone's expectations could have been.  I doubted 
there was a man in the kingdom who could last more 
than a few moments with these breathlessly beautiful 
creatures.  
My hands were on all of them, exploring their tight 
little assholes and their scrumptiously wet and open 
pussies.  Their firm wet titties with perky nipples 
made my mouth water, their skin glowing in the 
candlelight.  First there was Fabiana, a dark haired 
dark skinned 16 year-old treasure from a nearby region 
who I acquired when she was 7 when her entire family 
was lost in a fire.  Then there was Laelia, a 17 year-
old true blonde with the most amazing pussy lips I'd 
ever seen.  Laelia had come to me when she was 9, and 
I almost didn't keep her until I saw her cunt.  I put 
my mouth on it for the first time when she was 12, and 
have been coming back for more of her fresh young 
juices since then.  Lastly for tonight there was 
Varinia, a strawberry blonde with the most incredible 
ass cheeks and the puffiest nipples in my harem.  
Varinia was only 15, but as experienced as the rest, 
and absolutely stunning.
We dried each other off, giggling and quietly 
chattering and flattering each other.  We went for 
glasses of wine and picked at the trays of delicacies, 
feeding each other while our gleaming eyes wandered 
unselfconsciously over each other's bodies.
Legs were always spread wide on nights like tonight, 
as we all tried to entice each other with the 
treasures we possessed.  I began to slowly wander over 
to my bed, which was also ringed by scented candles.  
Soon all four of us were on the bed, and I imagine it 
was quite a sight!  All that beautiful soft naked 
flesh, and the sounds we all made!  If I had a cock, I 
would have been hard to the point of exploding 
already.  As it was, my pussy was soaked and the girls 
were sneaking tastes of me already.  Sometimes I'd 
feel a tongue go deep up my ass, and then feel a 
finger or a thumb in my cunt.  Then there'd be the 
most delicious sucking on my clit.  My girls were 
torturers and temptresses.  They offered me fleeting 
views of their bodies in various highly suggestive but 
quick views that would make a 100 year-old man as 
erect as he'd ever been.
My mouth was on each of them as well, sampling their 
sweet tastes and smelling deeply of their lovely young 
aromas.  My eyes, hands, and mouths simply could not 
get enough of them.  In this candlelight they were 
sinfully erotic, their dark wet pussies beckoning to 
me.  Everyone's nipples were erect and wet from our 
teasing of them.
At one point early on, I had them all three line up on 
their knees facing away from me where I could just 
stare at their backsides.  I made them lay their 
chests flat on the bed and arch their backs, pushing 
their cunts out even further.  Then I told them to 
grab their ass cheeks and pull themselves wide apart 
for my viewing and tasting pleasure.  I can tell you 
that the things I took in with my eyes on nights like 
this will positively ruin me and will stay with me 
till I am on my deathbed.  Not only were these girls 
naturally beautiful, they knew how to be erotic.  They 
knew how to best display themselves and how to move 
about for me in the most erotic manner.  I must have 
cum dozens of times that night, sometimes just from 
looking at them.  It had never ceased to amaze me that 
I could cum with these girls without them even 
touching me!
With them on their knees, I sampled each one's behind 
at great length, coaxing their cums out of them and 
making them each beg me for more.  My tongue probed 
each tight little asshole, then each pussy in turn.
All my girls did stretching and flexibility training, 
and these three were all quite accomplished at being 
able to go "heels behind head" for me.  That is to 
say, they could lay on their backs and cross their 
feet literally behind their heads and lay there for 
many minutes while I sucked their cunts and teased 
their assholes.  To see them all three lying so 
exposed like that was breathtaking and highly erotic.  
I can't tell you how many times I wished I had a large 
cock to stuff into each of them.
I loved my girls cunts, but none more than Laelia's.  
Her outer lips were very large, thick and long and 
able to stretch wide on either side like a rose's pink 
petals.  Her clit was amazingly huge, and when swollen 
was easily the size of a fingertip.  Her large long 
lips seemed to capture and hold her scent better than 
the other girls pussies, and so eating her was a 
fragrant experience that made my own pussy quiver and 
pulse.  I wished desperately for a cock to plunge 
between those lips.  I reached for one of my largest 
phalluses and worked it into her, just to see the way 
her lips curled around it and embraced it as I plunged 
it in and out of her.  She cried out with the 
stretching of it and the depth to which I was pushing 
it.  I sucked her clit into my mouth while working her 
over with the long thick phallus.  She screamed out as 
i raked my teeth over her large angry knob and took it 
between my teeth.  As I fucked Laelia, Fabiana was 
sitting on her face enjoying her tongue.  Fabiana was 
roughly pinching her own thick nipples.  She had 
large, very dark aureole that complimented her 
unblemished olive skin.  Behind me with her tongue in 
my ass was Varinia, who was expertly and hungrily 
bringing me to yet another climax.     
Each of my girls was very adept at eating my cunt, and 
were all equally capable of either taking their time 
with me or making me cum quickly, which they did many 
times that night.  To lay on my back and look down to 
see their beautiful faces looking up at me from 
between my long legs, their eyes on fire not only with 
their own desire (because oftentimes their own pussies 
were being eaten while they were eating me) but also 
with their aching desire for my cunt, then to see 
their faces glistening with my pussy juice and tongues 
stretched out to torture me, well, it was beyond 
words.  I swear there were times when I could cum 
sometimes just from the look in their eyes and the 
groans in their throats. 
We were very inventive with new and varied positions 
with each other, and the four of us were always locked 
up in exotic ways, but yet always moving about, never 
content to stay with the same girl or the same body 
part for any longer than was needed.  It was 
exquisite, like a sexual buffet of young flesh eager 
to please and be pleased. 
I doubt there was a place on me that wasn't covered in 
their juices.  Each girl came many times that night, 
some from my doing and some from each other's 
ministrations.  When at last we were too tired and too 
sore and tender to continue after several hours of 
this blissful torture, we fell asleep in each other's 
arms.  
As much as I love to suck a big stiff cock and feel 
one in every one of my holes, I love my girls more.  
As much as I love a man getting all worked up over me 
and the taste of his seed, I love the excitement of my 
girls and the taste and smell of their bodies more.  
And as much as I love to feel a hard long cock in my 
hand, I love the feel of a tender young, and very wet 
pussy against my face or hand.  There is just 
something about the feel of a girl that makes my mind 
come undone and sets my passions loose.
And so our night passed, and I awoke to a mouth on my 
pussy.  Fabiana was gently licking and teasing my clit 
so I pulled my knees up and spread my thighs wide for 
her as her tongue found my asshole and probed it.  I 
could feel my climax coming on as she concentrated on 
my cunt then.  Laelia awoke then, and knowing my love 
for her giant pussy, she kneeled over my face and put 
her cunt right over my mouth.  I did not hesitate.  
Varinia came out of her sleep then and stood 
straddling me and pushed her cunt into Laelia's face.  
It seemed that everyone was hungry for pussy this 
morning, and to hell with breakfast!  We changed 
positions several times until we had all cum once or 
twice.  We all agreed that was enough for now as we 
had re-inflamed our tender cunts and they were much 
too sensitive for more enjoyment.  I called for a 
fresh bath to be poured while we languished in bed, 
just holding each other and caressing one another.  
Fresh foods were also brought in and when the servants 
had left, we bathed then dried each other off and ate 
like starving peasants!  Our bath together was sweet 
torture.  How can you not bathe with 3 nubile girls 
like this and your fingers not seek out their holes?  
And their fingers your holes?  And 3 pairs of 
beautiful tits to suck!  I think we may have all cum 
again before getting out of the bath that morning!
I have found that I can drive myself to distraction 
and have often found my fingers at my own soaking 
pussy whilst daydreaming about nights like we girls 
shared last night!  They are a powerful aphrodisiac, 
these wondrously beautiful girls of mine!



Chapter 5:  Lucretius' Last Night

Lucretius was turning 18 tomorrow, and that meant he 
would have to leave the harem.  There was nothing I 
could do about that, as my husband the King had set 
that rule and it was never broken; not even for me.  
But what I did with Lucretius afterward was my 
business.  I had already made my decision to keep him 
handy.  After all, a cock as luscious as his should 
never go to waste.  
I have an old and mostly-trusted friend by the name of 
Maximiliana who is widowed now but was married to one 
of my husband's favorite generals.  She still owns her 
husband's estate and lands, a gift from my husband to 
her for the general's years of devotion and sacrifice.
I approached her recently about taking Lucretius on as 
a favored servant.  I explained what the details of 
her "ownership" of him would be.  She was all in 
favor, especially when I talked frankly about his 
"abilities".  I knew she would not only be eager to 
wear herself out with him, but that she would treat 
him well over the years.
Lucretius has a love for horses - ironic since his 
cock reminds me of a horses - and Maximiliana has 
horses that are favored by my husband.  It was a 
perfect match.  
She and I giggled over some of the finer details about 
Lucretius, and I instinctively knew she was the right 
choice for him.  After giving me her word that I would 
still have "access to him" whenever it pleased me, and 
that she would treat him well, I struck my deal with 
her.

Hakeem understood "last nights" very well.  He knew it 
was Lucretius' last night, and so did Lucretius.  I 
told Hakeem to have him delivered to my pleasure room 
at 9 bells that night.
This would be the only time that Lucretius would be 
allowed to spend the night with me.  To be sure, we 
had spent many an evening alone together, but never 
slept together.  I knew well that any time you spent 
alone with a harem boy could be risky, but I felt sure 
that once I explained his future to him, I would be 
more than safe with him for the night.
As I've hinted at before, many of my young boys never 
made it to the age of 18 in the harem.  There are a 
variety of reasons for that.  Some did make it until 
their eighteenth but did not fare all that well upon 
their release if they hadn't been pleasing during 
their stay with me.  Sometimes a boy would get 
rebellious as he grew older and would have trouble 
hiding it from us.  Those boys were dealt with more 
firmly, depending on the circumstances and our like or 
dislike of him.  Others met with worse fates, having 
shown to be rebellious even to our faces.  And of 
course, if they started trouble or tried to inflame 
the other boys sensibilities behind the closed doors 
of the harem, then usually those boys disappeared and 
were never heard from again.  But every year, there 
was at least one young man who would be leaving my 
harem, and Lucretius had been one of my favorites if 
not my favorite of all time; at least up until now, 
anyway. 

Lucretius arrived promptly at 9 bells.  I was in my 
bath and I asked him to join me.  I watch him as he 
drops his robes.  His young muscled body excites me, 
but the sight of his cock swaying between his legs 
makes my cunt twitch.  He is not hard yet, but there 
is at least 8 inches of meat dangling down in front of 
two huge balls.  
He knows tonight will be his last in my pleasure room, 
and he will want to please me in every way tonight.  
He comes into my arms and I tell him there are no 
rules tonight and I invite him to be my man for the 
night, and to be a man now as his boyhood is behind 
him.  I tell him he has pleased me greatly through the 
years and that I have good news for him later on.  He 
smiles at me then and through the soapy water I reach 
for his manhood, which is still growing.  My stomach 
lurches and my cunt twitches as I wrap my fingers 
around his meaty cock.  He kisses me then, deeply.  He 
tells me he has longed for this privilege for years 
now, to have me as his own, even if it is just for one 
night.  He praises my beauty and my charms, and tells 
me he remembers every encounter with me in the past 
vividly, but he is gentle with me and restrains 
himself, not wanting to offend or anger me.
He is on his knees in the bath and I reach up to grab 
his balls gently.  They are more than I can fit into 
one hand.  "You are my stallion" I whisper hoarsely to 
him.  His cock is hardening now, taking on frightening 
proportions.  I dare say the average woman would be 
quite frightened by his great size.  We continue to 
let our hands roam then I tell him I need him and we 
must move this to the bed.
We dry each other off quickly.  His cock is sticking 
almost straight out now and parallel to the floor, a 
full 10 or 11 inches long and waving like a large 
branch in the wind.  It is so heavy and long that it 
can't stand up fully like most other men's cocks.  I 
cannot take my eyes from it, and realize I am licking 
my lips.
I push him onto the bed and kneel over him where I can 
take him in my mouth.  I am greeted with a flood of 
his juices, thick and tangy like a salty fruit.  He 
groans and so do I.  Tonight I will be a slut for him, 
and he for me.  Nothing else matters or will get in 
our way.  
I can feel him growing in my mouth, stretch it open 
even further.  My hands are working his balls, which 
are monstrous when compared to the others in my harem.  
My cunt is leaking and I can feel his large fingers 
working me over down there, readying me for the huge 
intrusion of his cock that will come shortly.
I have the head of his cock glistening and now he is 
pointing at the ceiling.  Still, there is so much 
weight to his cock that it waivers like a tree bending 
to the wind.
I cannot wait any longer.  I swivel around and 
straddle him.  I cannot mount his length while I am on 
my knees so I get to my feet and stoop down over him.  
His large hands hold my thighs and hips to steady me.  
I am shaking as I feel his large head sliding back and 
forth against my slit.  His eyes never stray from mine 
as I begin to lower myself onto him.  The air comes 
out of my lungs involuntarily as he enters me, and I 
groan out loud as his hot length begins its upward 
push into my depths.
I have only half of his great length in me and already 
I feel stuffed, but there is still much more of him to 
take.  At this point, I drop to my knees and begin to 
push downward ever more.  I must pull him free a 
little several times to fully wet his shaft so I may 
take it deeper.
Finally he is bottomed out against my inner wall and 
regrettably I can take him no further.  I see pure 
bliss in his eyes as I begin to ride his shaft.  
I try to go fast, to pleasure him, but he is too large 
to hurry the process in any case.  But I need more.  
"Roll me over, Lucretius" I groan to him.  He is not 
used to me treating him like this and I sense it has 
affected him greatly.  He holds my waist reverently as 
he rolls me over onto my side and then my back.  His 
length is so great that there is no chance of him 
pulling out of me during this maneuver.  
Now he is on top and slowly forcing his great girth 
into me.  He has grown more now and is perhaps a full 
foot long.  Oh how I wish I could take that great 
length fully into my cunt or my throat!  What a waste 
of good meat to not be able to use it all for my 
pleasure!
Of a sudden, his eyes change and he pulls his great 
length from me and reaches down to cup my ass with his 
huge hands.  He stares into my eyes as he begins to 
eat my pussy in what I can only describe as reverently 
and lovingly.  He makes it an act of worship, and that 
makes it easy for me to forgive him suddenly pulling 
out of me.  He is tender with me and once again, I see 
that look in his eyes which startles me.  Lucretius 
loves me, I know it now for certain.  He brings me to 
a very powerful orgasm and my fingers seek out his 
hair as I pull his face into me.  I call out his name 
then, like a strumpet!  ?He lowers me gently to the 
bed and then with a look of need on his face, I take 
hold of his massive staff and guide him to my very wet 
and ready opening.  He gently pushes inward, his eyes 
never leaving mine.  "My queen!" he cries out as he 
buries himself inside me.
My legs wrap around him and my thighs are spread wide.  
I offer myself completely to him then.  It is just us 
two alone in this room.  His grunts are coming more 
frequently now and he is so large it is like a wooden 
pole stuffed up inside me all the way to my throat it 
seems!
"As much as I would like it, Lucretius" I whisper to 
him, "you may not cum in me this time, but perhaps the 
next!" I grunt as he takes the air from my lungs with 
his fervent thrusting.  I am cumming yet again and I 
cry out in my ecstasy.
His cock seems to grow even larger and more full, and 
then he gets a glazed look in his eyes and groans 
"now, my sweet Queen!" and pulls out of me, leaving a 
huge void where once that meat pole had been.  My 
breath leaves me as he done so, but I still manage to 
sit up and lunge for him.  I take his fragrant cock 
head into my mouth and my hand goes to his swollen 
balls and kneads them like a bag of gold pieces.
He cries out hoarsely and loudly and I feel his first 
hot spurt hit me in the back of my mouth.  I am 
flooded by the salty, strong male seed and know I 
needed to swallow quickly or risk being choked or 
wasting some of it down my chin.
I swallow frantically as his flood continues to pour 
into my mouth.  His hands are at my head now, his long 
fingers locked in my hair.  I know he would love to 
stuff himself down my throat, but he knows there isn't 
a woman alive who could do that for him.
Finally, he is spent, but I can still feel and taste 
his thick seed in my mouth.  The smell of his musk is 
in my nostrils and my pussy throbs from the sensation.

We lay there for a while saying nothing, but I know he 
wants to ask me about his future.  I suppose I've made 
him wait long enough, so I tell him about Maximiliana 
and her horses.  He is very excited then, and asks 
many questions and claims he is sad to be leaving me 
and the harem and the company of his long-time friends 
there.  It is, of course, the right and proper thing 
for him to say under the circumstances, but I let him 
talk.  He tries to sound sincere, and I somehow know 
that a part of him truly is, but I also know he is 
ready to start the next chapter of his life and gain 
some measure of freedom in the change.  He hopes that 
Maximiliana will be at least half as beautiful as I 
am, and that's when I tell him that I will still come 
to visit him from time to time and hope that he will 
still want me in his bed then.  He grabs me and hugs 
me at this news.  I would like to believe his emotions 
are honest, but with harem slaves you never know.
I am toying with his great cock, which has dried now 
and is soft to the touch but is slowly responding to 
my teasing fingertips.  His eyes close and he licks 
his lips.  He opens his eyes and looks at me.  "I 
hardly know how to act on this night" he confesses.  I 
want to take liberties - as you call it - with you, 
but I am also afraid to go too far.  I have never 
known this freedom with you before."
"Try telling me what you want to do, Lucretius" I 
said.  "If it is not acceptable to me, I will tell you 
so, and it will not change the outcome of tonight one 
whit."
He pauses.  "I have always just wanted to make love to 
you, my queen" he said shyly.  "Just slowly to make 
love to you.  It seems to me we have always just 
fucked, and I must always give way to the other boys 
who you want as well.  Tonight, just once, I want to 
love you as..."
"Yes?" I ask.
"As my woman, and not my Queen" he says fearfully.  I 
consider chastising him for this last remark, as he 
must never lose sight of the fact that I am Queen, but 
I think again for a moment before answering.  It took 
great courage to speak to me that way, and from the 
nature of his request, I know that he speaks from his 
heart.  He could have asked to be rough with me or to 
sodomize me or debase me in some way, but he didn't.   
I look at his eyes.  There is fear there, but there is 
longing also.
"Well then, Lucretius" I pause for effect.  "Won't you 
please make love to me then?" I ask him quietly.
My words startle him and take him completely off 
guard.  He grabs me and hugs me then, and kisses me as 
I don't believe I've been kissed in many long years.  
His kiss is a lover's kiss, an equal's kiss.  At first 
I do not know what to do, but then I respond and we 
are in each others arms and he holds me like I am 
precious to him.  His lips are everywhere on me then 
and he works his way slowly and tenderly down to my 
breasts, which he gently suckles on like a babe.  I do 
not fully know how to respond to his ministrations, so 
I do nothing but let him proceed.
His mouth is trailing downward and his hands go under 
my ass as he brings me up to him.  Gently, oh so 
gently, he begins to taste me.  This boy is making 
love to my cunt with his mouth and I swear it is 
driving me mad!  I don't know whether to let go as he 
is doing it, or continue to play the Queen and keep 
some measure of self-control.  In any event, I don't 
know how long I can hold out.
He is so reverent at my cunt lips, making love to them 
and gently teasing my clit, urging me to an orgasm I 
cannot deny, nor would even want to.  I decide to let 
go and enjoy this treatment, and when I do, I begin to 
cum.  My hands go to his hair and press his face into 
my cunt hard.  "Oh, Lucretius!" I cry out, which only 
serves to urge him onward to even greater feats of 
devouring me.  I don't know how much more I can stand 
and I am close to cumming again as his long tongue is 
inside my ass now and then deep in my pussy.  I am as 
wet as I've ever been, and I can even smell myself!
Still, he goes on, and just before I peak again, he 
gently sets me back down on the bed, and crawls up 
between my legs.  I feel his great cock butting up 
against my cunt and then hitting my stomach.  I reach 
down between us and for a moment I feel fright.  He is 
monstrously hard and huge beyond any memory of him I 
have.  I almost let loose of him in surprise.  He 
reaches down and puts his hand over mine.  "I will be 
gentle" he says quietly with a smile, as he helps me 
guide him to my slit.
Ever so slowly he begins to enter me, in an inch, then 
back.  Then in two, then back.
My breath is taken from me, and my legs involuntarily 
open for him and I roll my hips upward to ease his 
entry.  He feels like a solid rod of oak, so hard is 
he.  It is frightening, but I want him at the same 
time.  I want him all the way inside me.
Then it strikes me.  He is this way with me now, and 
he is harder than I've ever felt him get before, 
because he loves me and because I did not berate him 
about loving him as his woman and not as his Queen.  
For the first time in his life, he is free to show me 
what he has secretly been feeling for the better part 
of 6 years or so.  Living in the harem and enjoying 
the best I could provide for him, but still?always in 
captivity.  Having glorious sex on occasion, but never 
having the freedom to please himself, or me, the way 
he's always wanted to.  It is a startling revelation 
to me.
He is still being gentle, taking his time and watching 
my eyes as he enters me bit by bit.  At last, he is at 
my cervix and can go no further.  He is supporting 
himself above me and now slowly starts to roll his 
hips and pull out only a couple of inches, then 
bottoms out again inside me.  I am starting to 
whimper!  I am actually starting to whimper and pant!  
The head of his cock is so swollen it feels like one 
of my husbands soldiers has his fist up inside me!
Lucretius is kissing me now, gently, his tongue 
probing me in time with his thrusts.  It is 
overwhelming and I am cumming again, which he feels 
and smiles at me, then kisses me again.  
He is beginning his long easy strokes more easily now 
that I have lubricated myself more fully with my last 
cum, pulling out till his great head is visible, then 
gently sliding back in fully seating himself.  I am 
taking 10 long inches of him and it feels like hot 
iron from a forge.  He sucks my breath out as he pulls 
out, then pushes my air out when he enters me again.  
I cannot catch my breath, and yet I am breathing 
somehow.  I realize only now that my legs are wrapped 
around his waist and my nails are digging into his 
back.  I am panting loudly now, and so is he.  He is 
restraining himself with me, but not vocally.  All 
this time he has been murmuring to me, calling me 
sweet names and groaning into my mouth.  He has me 
completely in his power now, and I don't care.
His stroking is becoming more insistent now, and I 
feel him swelling even more.  I can feel his great 
balls slapping against my raised ass.  They feel so 
hard and meaty and it excites me tremendously.  
I suddenly realize I have been talking to him, calling 
him "my stallion" and "my great lover" and all manner 
of things that I don't think have ever come from my 
mouth.
"Oh, my sweet Queen" he cries out hoarsely and I know 
he is close.  His eyes are glazing and his neck veins 
are distended with his effort.  His strokes become 
even more powerful now, if that were even possible.  
And he has never appeared more beautiful to me than 
now.
"Oh!" he cries and I respond.  "Inside me, Lucretius" 
I cry.  "Cum for me my great stallion!  Cum in me 
now!"  I beg.  I am actually begging!
His eyes change and his pace quickens then and he is 
giving me all he has.  I am crying out now, my legs 
locked behind him, urging him to complete his orgasm.  
His great cock pulses and spasms within me and I know 
he is there, but so am I and I am cumming so hard I 
fear I will black out.  He kisses me deeply and I 
respond, and then he stops stroking me to bury himself 
to the utmost as he empties his balls into my depths.
His orgasm completed, his eyes change and then he says 
"I love you, Morgana!" as he looks deep into my eyes.
It is the first time anyone other than my husband has 
used my first name, and my first reaction is outrage, 
but then there is a part of me, that deep, repressed 
female part of me that cannot help but think about the 
gift he has given me just now, and in that moment, I 
forgive his transgression.
I pull him to me and kiss him deeply and he returns it 
then with a fervor I've never felt in another man.  He 
really does love me!  I am astounded and left 
speechless.  
He pulls me over gently as he rolls onto his back, his 
great rod still deep inside me.  I can feel our juices 
leak out of me, but I don't care.  He has his hands on 
my ass and is grinding me down to him, down on him.  I 
am close to cumming then, again, and he knows it.  He 
rolls me onto my back again then and pulls out slowly, 
then lowers himself to my cunt and begins to eat me!
In just a few seconds I am crying out and cumming yet 
again, and still he does not stop!  He is slurping his 
own cum from me and nibbling at my lips and clit.  
Eventually, even I have had enough, and I tell him to 
stop but he does not.  I give in and let him go on for 
another minute then grab his head and *beg* him to 
stop now, and he finally does.  His face is glistening 
with his and my cum on it.  He is wearing a huge grin 
as I pull his face up to mine and suck our cum from 
his chin and cheeks.  The taste makes my head swim and 
our tongues meet then and we kiss deeply.
For a long time we lay there, then I suggest we take a 
bath and refresh ourselves with food and drink.  To my 
great shock, Lucretius picks me up and carries me 
gently to my bath, then rubs me down with great care 
with a soapy sponge, pouring hot water over my 
shoulders and treating me like a queen again for a 
moment.  I recline then, and he takes my feet in his 
hands, sucking on my toes and sticking his tongue 
between them.  I giggle.  I actually fucking giggle 
like a girl!  He smiles and nibbles at the soles of my 
feet, telling me how utterly beautiful and desirable I 
am at this moment.
He tells me how much he enjoyed our lovemaking and 
that he had been planning to ask me to do this on our 
last night in the palace for years now.  He said as 
much as he has always enjoyed our fucking, he has 
always wanted to just be with me and to not share me 
with anyone else.  I am shocked by his words.  I had 
no idea a harem slave would have such feelings, and if 
they'd told me they had feelings like that, I would 
not have believed or trusted them.  But I find myself 
believing them as Lucretius is saying them to me now, 
and yet I just sit and listen to him.  He knows I am 
being generous with him, and he's pushing it right up 
to the very edge, but I realize that this man's heart 
is involved.  This isn't rebellion...it's love.
We enjoy a long lazy bath, then he gently dries me off 
and helps me into a luxurious robe.  He asks me what I 
want to eat and then feeds me, his face all smiles and 
his eyes alight.  Against my better judgement, I am 
allowing him to woo me tonight, and it is melting my 
resistance away slowly. 

I feel reamed out, but I want him inside me again 
tonight.  We retire to the bed and he gets me under 
the covers and begins to tickle me.  It is too much 
for me and I ask him to stop, which to my great 
surprise, he doesn't do!  I could have his head on a 
platter for his insolence, but I think he would die 
happy, the big fool!  
Finally...again...I *beg* him to stop and he does.  He 
is getting hard again, and I push him over on his back 
and make lazy circles around his amazing cock head 
with my tongue, and probe the large hole at the tip 
with it.  I am cupping his balls now, and rolling them 
and gently squeezing them.  He grabs me with his large 
hands then and lifts me bodily so my cunt is directly 
over his face.  My mouth is still working his cock 
head as I feel his tongue flicking against my clit.  I 
cannot get over how forward Lucretius is with me 
tonight, but he knows the rules have been largely set 
aside for him on this his last night, and he is going 
to take advantage of that fact.  I must admit, there 
is a part of me - that little girl that may still be 
in there - that is enjoying myself with him immensely 
tonight.  And then I realize that I've never had it 
like this before in my life.  And that's when I decide 
to give in and let him have his way with me.
He is lapping at my cunt and I feel a heat come on me 
as his cock head spits out a large drop of clear cum.  
I suck and realize there is much more in his shaft 
behind that first large drop.  It fills my mouth with 
his sheer maleness and I know his balls have more yet 
to give me tonight, and I damn sure will take it from 
them.  
He rolls me over on my back, then while kneeling he 
rolls me over to my stomach and pulls me up to my 
knees.  Before I can say a word, his cock head is at 
my cunt and he is pushing it in.  I push back against 
him and his head pops through my inner lips and begins 
to fill me.  He reaches underneath me and grabs my 
tits, using them to pull me to him and him even deeper 
into me.  I cry out, enjoying being used in this 
fashion.  He is rough with me now, taking me more for 
his own pleasure this time.  He releases my tits and 
pushes my chest and face into the bed, and I arch my 
back and push my cunt outward toward him.  He is 
giving me all he can now, pounding me mercilessly, and 
I cry out and whimper as I cum.  He feels me cum and 
gives me a minute to complete my orgasm, then abruptly 
pulls out of me and it feels like he has pulled my 
insides out with his cock.  
He pushes me over onto my side and lifts my right leg 
and puts it up against his shoulder.  He grabs his 
cock and begins searching for my hole.  I reach down 
and guide him to it, once again startled by his rigid 
hardness.  He is inside me again now and pummeling me 
with his mighty staff.  I am about to cum again and 
tell him not to stop until I have.
He is so deep it hurts me, but I don't care about the 
pain.  In fact, it helps me cum even more quickly.  
Again, he gives me a chance to finish this orgasm, and 
then while keeping himself inside me, he rolls me onto 
my back and then picks me up like I weigh nothing and 
holds me to him.
He is still on his knees and I work my legs around to 
encircle his hips with them.  I am sitting on his huge 
cock and it is buried as deep as it will go.  My arms 
around his neck, he carefully gets off the bed and 
stands, holding me as I am still impaled on him.  Our 
sweaty bodies stick to each other, my breasts pressed 
against his chest.  I am panting and he is breathing 
heavily and from down deep.  He walks over to a metal 
rod that hangs parallel to the floor, perhaps 6 or 7 
feet off the ground.  He carries my weight as if I am 
nothing more than a little child to him, and it 
frightens me, how strong he is.  His cock is very 
hard, and my cervix needs relief as my weight is 
forcing his cock hard into it.  He looks up at the 
metal rod and I reach up, taking hold of it.  My legs 
instinctively come up and he grabs my ass and starts 
to lift me bodily up and down the long 10" journey on 
his unbelievable cock.  Now I am truly crying out, in 
both pain and ecstasy.  My head thrown back, I am 
completely at his mercy.  When I can no longer hold 
the bar above me, I let go and he continues to use me, 
lifting me up and letting me fall onto his cock.
He walks back over to the bed and tosses me from him 
onto the bed.  I feel like he has ripped my insides 
free from me and I feel completely eviscerated.  He 
looks down on me, and for a moment my eyes have anger 
in them for the way he has man-handled me, but then I 
look down at his cock, and toss my hair in a challenge 
to him.  His almost 13 inches is jutting out and 
upward and it is a frightening thing to behold.  His 
cock has never been so hard as to defy gravity, but it 
is now, and I can feel my lust rise within me, 
gripping my gut and my cunt in its grip.  He kneels on 
the bed, knowing I am looking at his manhood.  "Are 
you tired so quickly, my Queen?" he says, laying down 
the gauntlet.  "Put that monstrous thing back inside 
me, boy" I say to him.  He laughs and using his 
forearms to spread my legs, he needs no help to find 
my cunt hole and impales me again on his manhood.
I cry out at being used like this.  The pain is 
immense, but so is the pleasure.
"Would you like to finish me off now?" he says.
I study his eyes and realize that he is finally close 
to his orgasm.  It is my turn now, and I push at him 
and he obediently rolls onto his back, still inside 
me.  I get to my feet, stooping above him because of 
his great length.  He steadies me with his hands on 
either side of my ass.  He is pulling my cheeks apart, 
spreading me wide for his ease of entry.  I begin to 
ride him now.  
He has shown me his prowess, now I will show him mine.  
I ride him now, glaring down at him and urging him to 
cum.  He is straining with the effort to not give into 
me, and his cock is even harder now than I think I've 
ever felt it.  "Cum inside me, Lucretius"  I taunt 
him.  "You know you want to!" 
"Not...yet!" he groans.  
I laugh, riding him even more swiftly.  I drop then to 
my knees as my legs have finally gave out.  I scoot 
forward just the right amount so I may ride him from 
that position and take all his length.  I am making 
long slides on the length of his pole.  ?"Take hold of 
my tits, Lucretius!" I say.  "Don't they make you want 
to cum inside me?" 
"Yes!  But not just yet...my Queen!" he cries out 
hoarsely.
I laugh yet again.  "Then grab my ass and put a finger 
in it!" I cry out.
He does so, his long finger as big as some men's 
cocks.
"Doesn't the feel of my tight ass and your finger up 
it tell you it's time to cum, Lucretius?" I whisper 
devilishly to him.
"Oh, gods!" he cries out.  "You are a devil woman and 
have tortured me for years!  How I have wanted to have 
you all for myself, but the gods have denied me that 
privilege until now!" 
I am shocked by his admission.  Would he really be 
satisfied with just me?  
I stop all of a sudden and look down at him.  I think 
I have finally seen his heart.  "It's just you and me 
now, Lucretius.  You have me all for yourself now, for 
this moment in time, my darling boy."
The fire behind his eyes is incredible.  He grabs me 
and spins me around and in one swift movement is on 
top of me "missionary" again and now all the 
aggression is gone.
"Oh, my Queen!" he cried out, his eyes tearing up.  "I 
have longed for this night for so very long now.  Not 
because it means I am free of the harem, but because 
it means I get to spend one blessed night in your 
arms, alone with you!"  His voice is shaking and I 
still cannot believe the words he is saying to me.  
"Take me then, Lucretius" I whisper to him.  "Make me 
yours for tonight and put your seed deep into my sweet 
cunt!"
He looks into my eyes and I swear he is going to start 
crying, but he doesn't.  He is sweet with me now, 
slowly making love to me, and my legs go around him 
and my hips rise to meet every stroke of his.  
"Cum, Lucretius!" I urge him on.
"Oh my Queen!" he cries out.  "Yours must surely be 
the sweetest pussy in all the world!" 
I feel him swell inside me and as he begins his 
climax, he stops stroking inside me and just buries 
himself deep, grinding into me as he dumps his seed 
into me.  "Oh, Morgana!" he cries out, again using my 
name. 
I take his head in my hands and bring his mouth to 
mine.  We kiss deeply as his spasms start to die out.  
I have cum again, here at the last, and it is sweet 
and satisfying.  So painful but eminently satisfying.
He holds me for the longest time, and I can tell he is 
reluctant to let me go.  I whisper to him "I wish all 
my encounters could be this sweet, Lucretius."
He looks at me and his eyes tear up.  "Oh, my Queen!" 
he cries out quietly.  "I will never love another like 
I have loved you!" 
I am speechless for a long time then, not really 
knowing what to say.  "You will not be leaving me 
until tomorrow, Lucretius, and we still have tonight 
yet!"  I whisper to him.
Once again, he carries me with the utmost care to my 
bath where we relax for some time.  He bathes me again 
and dries me off, and we enjoy eating together.  He 
does not bring up his future, but speaks only of us, 
reminiscing of his years with me.  He remembers each 
encounter, which amazes me to no end.  I really had no 
idea how he felt all this time, but it is probably 
better that way, in the end.
I have another bed toward the rear of the pleasure 
chamber behind some screens.  None of my slaves have 
been invited back there, but as we tire and the night 
wears on, I take Lucretius by the hand back there and 
he holds me until he falls asleep.  But all the while 
before he drifts off, his lips are on my skin and his 
fingertips touch me ever so gently.  Then eventually, 
his hand stops moving and his breathing changes, and I 
realize I have lost him now, and am sad.  If I could 
change the rules then, I would have, but it is just 
not possible.  Then it comes to me that sometimes 
being Queen is not necessarily as good as being King.

I awoke slowly to the most delicious and erotic 
feeling in the morning.  Lucretius mouth was on my 
cunt, and he was being very careful and gentle with 
me.  I did not let him know at first that I had 
awakened, but rather laid there and enjoyed the 
feeling of him making slow love to me with his mouth.  
When at last I knew I was close, my fingers went to 
his hair.  "Oh, Lucretius!" I moaned.  "What a 
wonderful way to wake, my dear boy!" 
He looked up at me and smiled, his face wet from my 
juices.  "Won't you take me once more, but 
gently...before our morning ends?" I ask him quietly.  
It comes as no surprise to me as he gets to his knees 
that he is hard.  It seems that having his mouth on me 
turned us both on.  I take hold of his sweet long 
cock, and guide him to my lips, helping him to fit his 
great girth into my tight sore channel.
He is gentle with me, and loving.  Kissing me 
repeatedly and calling out my name once more as he 
cums inside my tender pussy, and once more, he 
confesses that he loves me, and I can see it for a 
fact in his eyes.  I cum with him for the third time 
that morning, staring deep into those eyes, and it is 
deliciously painful, as is his climax for him.

Before he leaves he asks me if I will come visit him 
soon, and I answer yes, soon.  As he is approaching 
the door to leave he turns and asks for one last kiss, 
which I grant him.  It is deep, long, and passionate, 
and I feel my knees going weak from it.  
I realize that I have shown more of myself with 
Lucretius that night than I have with perhaps any 
other man.  And I certainly allowed him privileges and 
liberties I've never allowed any other slave.  I must 
be getting old, I tell myself.  But I also realize 
that Lucretius may have changed me a little, and maybe 
future slaves should thank him for that.  And now I 
realize that even though I will get to see him 
occasionally, I will miss him for a while as though he 
is leaving me forever, for he is the first man to have 
ever treated me as a lady, and I'll not forget that.



If you would like to read more of Queen Morgana's 
escapades, please let me know.  She has many more 
stories to tell.