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Title: Pearls Before Wine
Author: Homer Vargas (With Dee Dee)
Part:
Universe:
Keywords: MC, Fdom, preg.
Summary: The Emperor intends to conquer a small
queendom.  The Queen has exactly the opposite idea.
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 9/10/01
Last Edited 12/06/02

Pearls Before Wine (MC, Fdom, preg)
Homer Vargas and Dee Dee (Where are you?)
vargas111@yahoo.com


Queen Fanura smiled wryly as she looked up from the
parchment in her hand.  The messenger who brought it
offered to interpret it into her language, but she had
no need of translation.  She read and spoke Corthon
almost as well as she did her own Nurian.  Her mother,
who had been Queen before her, had seen to that by
giving her the son of a Corthon warrior, one of her
mother's many lovers, as her playmate.  When she was
twelve, she had taken the boy to her bed and made him
her first slave.  "Our neighbors to the North are
ambitious, my dear.  One day they may come calling.  I
want thee want to give them a proper reception."  The
carefully scripted words on parchment indicated that
day she and her people had been preparing for had now
arrived.

She read the brief document again.

_____________________________________________

Honored Fanura, Queen of the Nurians.  Hail!

Marius Portius, Emperor of Cortho sends thee
greetings.

Fame of the richness and splendor of thy realm, Nuria,
has spread far beyond thy frontiers.  It has come to
my Imperial Knowledge that many enemies covet the
prize of thy lands.  I, Marius Portius offer thee the
protective embrace of Cortho.  Within the fold of my
Empire, Nuria would be safe from the predators which
round about her compass as wolves about the
defenseless lamb.  Thy ascent to our gracious offer
cannot be doubted.  In three days my armies will be at
thy frontiers.  In three more, at thy gates.

Open then, the gates of Nuria to Cortho, as the thighs
of a maiden open to receive her betrothed.  Make ready
a banquet for the nuptials of our kingdoms.

Hail!
_____________________________________________

Ah!  The insolence of the Corthon Emperor!  "Safe from
predators?"  Indeed!  The lamb that has been eaten
need fear the wolf no more.  "The nuptials?"  Speak
clearly, Marius!  Thou meanest the subjugation of
Nuria, our absorption as yet another insignificant
province of the Corthon Empire, another source of gold
and women.  No, Marius," she smiled.  "Nuria will not
be an appendage to thy Empire.  Nuria will fight thee,
nay, vanquish thee as we did the Thrussians and the
Sirtaphs before thee," she smiled, "and thou willst
never know the battle has already begun."

Fanura clapped her hands.  "Run, Rini," she said to
her serving girl, "call the High Priestess Dolphia and
the other priestess from the Goddess's temple.  I
would see them in council."  They had six days to
prepare a banquet, even as the document had stated. 
More than enough for a night Marius and his men would
never remember!

*****

"Everything will be done, My Queen, even as thou hast
spoken," Dolphia smiled confidently.  "One of my
priestess will be at each officer's side to lighten
his heart and swell his member.  The praetorians will
be similarly entertained by the city's finest
courtesans.  I myself will accompany mighty Aldos the
Strategeon.  And of course Marius Portius is thine, My
Queen."

"What of the lesser officers and men who will not be
at the banquet?" Fanura asked.

"The women of the city have been informed, My Queen,
and they are more than equal to that pleasant chore,"
Dolphia chuckled.  "After all, we keep our husbands
and brothers in happy subjugation and they KNOW our
wiles.  A few thousand foreign soldiers will be too
happy finding out just how friendly Nurian girls are,
to be troublesome that night, even without the Zuma we
will infuse in their officers' wine."

"The Zuma, have we enough?" Fanura inquired.

"Enough and to spare," spoke up Munira, Dolphia's
deputy.  "The women of Azunia were so grateful for our
assistance in putting down the revolt of their men
that they have supplied us with seventeen cartloads of
the finest leaf.  They would send an army to thy aid,
but beg leave for, in accomplishing their victory,
most of their fighting maidens are newly with child. 
No matter, thy temple priestesses even now are
extracting the essence.  In two days hence we shall
have enough Zuma to tame several barbarian armies,"
the young woman concluded proudly.

Gassara stepped forward scowling.  Towering over the
priestess and even the Queen, the Captain of the guard
commanded respect.  "Do not underestimate these
barbarians, my sisters.  They are not soft and
weak-minded like our Nurian men.  Their custom is to
take pleasure from women, not allow themselves to be
pleasured.  And my spies tell me of a custom that
makes them not so easy prey.  Corthon men refuse to
drink from a woman's self.  Nor will they take a
nipple into the mouth.  They believe this to be
penetration by the woman of the man and that a man
must never be penetrated.  So, my sisters, we will not
be able to drug them with the Zuma-rich fluids of our
sex," Gassara concluded.

"This is grave news, My Queen," spoke Dolphia.  "The
Zuma in wine makes a man's mind soft and open to a
woman's words, but only his repeated worship at her
temple makes him fully her own."

"Fear not, my sisters," Fanura replied.  "These
Corthons have never met women like us.  What a man
thinks and believes in the cool bright air of Cortho,
may be very different in the warm thick vapors of a
Nurian bedchamber.  Somehow I doubt they will be able
to distinguish between taking their pleasure and
having it poured into them, when we make the semen to
boil up in their loins.  As for the city women, give
each a pitcher of wine for her 'guest.'  It will do
our work even though the women understand not the
power of Zuma.  Go now and adorn yourselves, my
lovelies.  Let us make our visitors glad they have
come before they regret it -- if they ever do," she
added, to the gathered women's giggles.

******

Dressed in the finest of diaphanous silks that hid
nothing of her full breasts and large dark nipples,
queen Fanura had watched the triumphant entrance of
Marius and his officer into the palace precincts. 
Now, siting proudly upright she faced the Emperor as
he slowly approached her portable throne.  Her eyes
fell on his narrow hips and broad shoulders.  Glancing
over at Dolphia, she smiled, wondering if the High
priestess was making a similar appraisal of the rugged
Strategeon.  She could not refrain from comparing
these beautiful male specimens to the thin and weak
nobles of her court.  She noticed Marius's large
powerful hands and feet.  "Large feet, large ..." she
mused.  None of the men in her kingdom, delightful as
they were with their practiced mouth worship, measured
up.

Before handing the realm over, her mother had advised
Fanura to bear a daughter as heir as soon as possible.
 Fanura, however refused to allow some effete son of a
scheming baronesses who coveted her crown, to make her
fat with child.  "I may use this light-skinned
barbarian as thou didst the Scythian ambassador to
beget me, Mother," she caught herself thinking.  "And
they may serve my priestesses, as well."  Fanura knew
that Dolphia's and Munira's almost constant night play
was more frustration with the inadequacies of their
pretty-boy mates than real predilection for women on
their part.  Indeed, the extended visit of the
barbarian army could be "very fruitful."  Rising to
meet him, Fanura was aware of a growing wetness
between her legs.

*****
"...  In sum, My Lord Emperor, I, Fanura of Nuria
welcome thee and thy men to our city," Fanura spoke
evenly to the guests of the banquet.  "Even thought we
cannot conclude any treaty or conduct high business of
state with ye during Thirteenth Moon Festival, we wish
ye to remain as our guests throughout the
celebrations.  In honor of the happy visit of thy
Imperial Majesty we offer ye the toast of 'Pearls
before Wine.'  Hail!"

At her word, the woman at each officer's side reached
to her necklace and quickly removed one of the many
pearls that adorned her neck.  Fanura did the same and
before the astonished eyes of Marius dropped the
shining jewel into his wine flagon as did all the
other women.  "What hast thou done, Queen Fanura?"
Marius asked.  "The pearls will dissolve in the wine;
their beauty lost to the world for ever."

"Not lost, My Lord Emperor, transformed into thy
further glory and that of thy warriors," she replied. 
"And to cover the first taste of the Zuma," she
discretely refrained from adding.  After a few
droughts, the tongue no longer detected the bitterness
of the essence.  "Now let the banquet begin!" Fanura
smiled, raising her goblet in toast.

The feast proceeded as planned with platter after
platter of delicacies, the flesh of exotic animals,
fruits unknown in Cortho's colder climes, seafood from
Nuria's southern coasts.  Each dish was prepared with
just a little more spice than necessary and Marius and
his men partook liberally of the wine that never ran
short.  If they had been more attentive, they would
have noticed that their flagons were refilled from
different pitchers than those of their smiling
tablemates.

But the men's attention was already elsewhere.  Except
for camp followers, none of the men had been with a
woman in weeks, certainly none like the exotic
beauties now at their side: high cheekbones, gleaming
ebony-smooth skin, hair that hung in hundred of tiny
plaits interwoven with silver and copper-hue threads. 
The eyes of the men were assaulted with images of
voluptuous black bodies, breasts that pushed against
the flimsy upper body ties, bare waspish waists, and
ample womanly hips.  Though Dolphia and Fanura were
more discrete, they noticed that Munira had already
drawn the young aide-de-camp's hands to her rounded
breasts and close-trimmed cunt.  Fanura moistened to
see how easily the youth was snared, how already he
wore the adoring gaze of a Nurian pussy-slave.

"The hospitality of Thy Highness surpasses even the
fame of thy beauty," Marius said as he toasted Fanura
yet again.

"My Lord is too kind to the Queen of a small people,"
Fanura replied with downcast eyes, but she read in
Marius's gaze more that mere flattery.  He was
smitten.  As well he should be.  Her garment was of
sheerest silk and wound so as to display her breasts. 
After the first goblet of the drugged wine, the
Emperor's eyes seldom traveled far from those dark
mounds except to gaze deeply into her darker eyes. 
Fanura noticed a massive bulge beginning to show
itself beneath his tunic.  That was good; she had
plans for it.  "By the time I finish softening it,
Marius thou willst have taken the first steps to thy
certain enslavement" she mused.

It had been a day of surprises for the tired Emperor. 
Fanura smiled, remembering her powerful visitor's
amazement when he first saw her.  Apparently, his
intelligence had not informed him to expect a woman of
her youth and beauty -- and black!  Nor was he
prepared to be greeted in capitaline Corthon without
the whistled "s" that betrayed the Emperor's own
provincial origin.  The luxury of the banquet brought
further amazement and she watched with amusement as
Marius's face reflected the gradual shift from
arrogance to mere contempt, to acceptance, to
admiration, and now fascination with his scantily-clad
hostess.

As the night wore on, a large torch-fire was lighted
in the center of the couches and lust-inducing incense
was thrown onto the coals.  Marius and his men
reclined around the circle and pretty, flirty serving
girls continued to bring around plates of food and
flagons of wine.  Aldos's captains, vanquished by the
incense and visions of large, soft breasts, already
lay in the arms of their diner partners who stroked
their manhood and promised a night of passion.  The
torch burned down and a pounding drumbeat gradually
grew louder.  The serving women were now bringing more
drink than food and their clothing had grown skimpier.
 Large unencumbered breasts dangled in front of the
men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their
drinks.  The loincloths barely covered their
provocative little pussies.  And when a girl stood
close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid
smelling a cunt in heat.

Fanura saw her women titter and whisper to their happy
guests, making sure their wineglasses remained filled.
 The men grew tipsy and boisterous as their tablemates
teased them.  Fanura smiled, seeing Aldos besieged by
Dolphia's kisses, the lush body she pressed against
him, and the wordless invitation to open her tie and
fondle her breasts.  Fanura wondered if the
experienced warrior even realized he was under attack,
that the beautiful woman at was using her voluptuous
body as a weapon to enflame his passion, cloud his
mind and overturn his will.  She could almost see the
Strategeon relax, no longer resisting the charms of
the High Priestess.  His reason was helpless against
desire for the woman and in a moment of weakness the
warrior allowed a small soft hand to invade his tunic
and take possession of his manhood.  A stronger man
than Marius, if there were one, might have seen it,
too, and detected the danger as one by one his men
were conquered by the arms of the women they had come
to conquer.  But Marius saw nothing but Fanura's
gleaming breasts and flashing eyes as she wove her
spell around him.

Seeing that all was in readiness, Fanura gave the
signal.  Suddenly silence welled up like a cobra
rising from its basket.  At the sound of a gong, each
man's companion leapt into the circle and positioned
herself, one in front of each man.  Talking, laughing,
and ribald remarks ceased as a temple priestess began
to writhe slowly before each man, her movements in
time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum.

The officers were riveted by the swaying of the
women's hips and bouncing breasts, none more than
Marius himself by the beautiful Fanura.  She was
taller and a little older than the others.  But what
she lacked in youth, she made up in a steamy
sultriness.  Like the others, she had a bright silver
disk dangling from her neck in front of her large
round tits.  Marius could not take his eyes off of
those tits and so he stared too, at the shining,
flashing disk.

As the dance accelerated, each woman inched closer to
her prey, forcing him to look up at an uncomfortable
angle at those wonderfully round, bouncing boobs.  The
drum was louder now, as well as faster, and filled the
ears of the transfixed men as the flashing disks
filled their eyes.  Slowly, Marius and his men were
falling into the power of the Queen and her court.

Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more
frenetic.  The dancers ground their hips in the faces
of the men whose stares became glassy, their bright
blue eyes growing dim.  Equally noticeable were their
hands.  Quite unconsciously, the men had begun to
slowly stoke their rigid cocks.  Suddenly the drum and
the dancers stopped.  The men hardly reacted, so deep
was the spell they were under.  Perfect!

Yet Fanura noticed a bit of light creep back into
Marius's gaze.  He was a strong man, a willful man,
and not an easy man to tame, by the looks of it. 
Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he began to look
around him.  The other dancers had fallen on his
entranced comrades.  Even Aldos was lying cradled in
the arms of the busty Dolphia, placidly nursing her
breast, his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile as
she stroked his penis.  His own aide-de-camp's head
was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of Munira who
kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off.  Two others
-- Marius couldn't see who in the dim torchlight --
were lying with their tunics up around their waists,
their heads lolling, as two smirking women
methodically rode them toward orgasm.

Like a lonely, cornered animal, Marius instinctively
sensed the danger and poised for battle.  Fanura
looked down at him and saw his partially successful
efforts to throw off her spell.  Her nostrils flared
to think of the powerful mind as well as body that
soon would be hers.  Immediately, she stepped forward,
dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his face.

The scent of a hot Nurian pussy must have hit Marius
with the force of an assagai.  Fanura watched Marius
fight the powerful aroma of her rank, dripping love
slit.  Marius was no longer looking around at his
vanquished followers; he was staring straight ahead,
straight at the wet, bushy cunt in front of his eyes. 
Fanura looked down at the big man, aroused but amused.
 She could see his resolve weakening as her body
worked it's magic on his brain and loins.  "Look long,
Marius," she thought.  "Breathe deep my musk and let
it dissolve your will.  Taste me and yield."  Little
by little she saw him overcome by the one instinct
that could overpower both the anger leading to
resistance and the fear leading to flight: lust.  "You
thirst for me, My Emperor.  Drink," she commanded.

In a desperate effort as if to ward off the
enchantment, Marius brought up his hands, as if to
shield his eyes from the bewitching sight before him,
as if to push away the tempting vision that held him
fast.  He stretched them forth and -- with a lunge --
seized Fanura's round ass and buried his face in her
warm womanhood.

A shout of acclaim went up from the watching women as
the barbarian leader succumbed to the wiles of their
Queen.  His bravery, his intelligence, his iron will
were useless against the desire that clouded his
judgement and undermined his resolve.  The Queen
allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose
with her lust inducing juices for several long
minutes, then dropped them both to the couch placed
nearby for that purpose.  As Marius lost himself
between those dark, delectable thighs, nimble fingers
removed his clothes and the Queen began stoking his
hardened prick.

Long into the night Marius roared his joyful defeat.

*****

At an early-morning meeting of her Council, Fanura
looked around at six contented, if somewhat tired and
disheveled women around the mahogany table.  "Did all
go as well as your faces tell me?" Fanura smirked.

"Indeed, My Queen," reported Dolphia.  "The men are
all still sleeping.  A whisperer will be sent to each
to fill his mind with lustful thoughts.  She has at
hand a sleeping potion if her charge should stir.  No
man will leave our beds until he is our mindless
slave."

"No, Dolphia.  I do not desire that they be taken
thus.  If our foreign guests disappear into our palace
too suddenly, the remaining troops may become
restless.  Remember, our sisters in the city can only
entertain the army.  They are not skilled in the use
of Zuma and we cannot let them use it in the powerful
mixtures as we do.  It can be many months before the
soldiers are so besotted with weak Zuma and soft
bodies as no longer to prove dangerous to us."

"What then wouldst thou have us do, My Queen?" Dolphia
frowned.  "Our spell upon them is well begun.  Shall
we now allow our captives to slip from between our
fingers -- and our wet thighs?" Dolphia added with a
chuckle.

"Nay, my clever minions," Fanura replied with a smile.
 "Our new foreign friends will not escape from our
skilled hands nor our lusty loins.  It is a foolish
fisherman who pulls hard on the line when the fish has
just begun to nibble.  Play with thy catch until thy
hook is set deep into his mind.  For now allow him to
awake each morning, but with memories of a night of
unspeakably intense pleasure.  I trust ye had no
difficulty with that 'chore.'"

"It is even as thou sayest!" Munira blurted out
causing the older women to giggle at her enthusiasm. 
"Lucas may be a barbarian, but he is skilled in
wielding his manly weapon.  I have never passed such a
night.  He brought me unto a woman's pleasure nigh
unto a dozen times."

"'Lucas' is it?" Fanura teased her young companion. 
"Methinks were it not for the Zuma in the drink of the
Emperor's aide-de-camp, thou wouldst be in HIS
thrall."  Munira blushed and the other women tittered
before Fanura continued.  "'Tis well, Munira.  Cortho
is our enemy, not thy Lucas or any man who lies in our
beds.  Take thy pleasure from the youth.  Thy sisters
did the same.  Their quarters are not so far from mind
that I did not hear THEIR joyous cries last night." 
Fanura looked around grinning at the other women whose
embarrassed silence confirmed her words.  "I did even
so with the Emperor.  His weapon is strong and thick,
but fortunately I have a sheath that is the equal of
it."  All the women smiled and nodded.

"We want our guests to tarry long with us.  Let us
make their stay here a pleasant one.  I shortly will
awaken the Emperor Marius with a delightful surprise. 
Do ye likewise.  Later today I shall be showing him
the sights of our beautiful city.  I do not doubt he
will wish to share my bed again tonight.  In fact, I
suspect he will not wish to wait that long to drink
again from my private temple and allow me to melt the
steel of his weapon in my furnace.  If anyone should
venture to the palace gardens this afternoon," she
grinned, "please do not let thyself be seen."

*****

Fanura judged well when her unwitting captive would
awaken and she was at his side when his eyes fluttered
open.  "What...?  Where...  Oh, oh!" Marius moaned. 
Then he saw the beautiful young black woman smiling
down at him.

"Good afternoon, My Lord, the Emperor," Fanura smiled
and kissed him softly on the lips. 

"OH, my head!" the Emperor moaned.  "What?  What
happened?

"I fear thou didst partake too liberally of our Nurian
wine.  As for later ...  Surely My Lord has not
forgotten last night.  I never shall!  My Lord was
magnificent!"  Fanura's flattery was purposeful, but
not insincere.  She had indeed come many times on the
barbarian's thick cock.  The Zuma weakened only his
will; it fortified and stimulated his body.  "Thou
didst slay me with thy spear and gladly was I slain! 
Never has any man filled me as didst Thou.  Aye!  My
Lord!" she gasped, her eyes widening in partial
surprise, "I scarce can believe my eyes!  Thy weapon
is again ready for battle."

Marius winced at her words.  Fanura knew he was well
aware of his erection, an inevitable result of seeing
her firm breast and hard nipple just inches before
him.  Aware, but not pleased at that moment.  As his
large penis throbbed to life, so too his head throbbed
with pain.  He moaned again, partly with arousal,
partly the ache in his forehead.  "Thou are in pain,
My Lord.  Here, take this potion; it will assuage thy
distress."

Marius shook his head, "'Tis nothing."

Fanura smiled and persisted, pressing a goblet she had
prepared to his lips.  It was sweet to his tongue and
he drank.  "Yes, My Lord, drink it all.  It will cause
thee to sleep and thy pain to cease."

"Sleep again?  But I have just awakened.  The day is
well begun.  My officials will expect me at noon for
Council," Marius protested.

"Ah my brave, noble Lord," Fanura smiled.  "Do not
concern thyself for them.  Thou didst not battle alone
last nigh.  I heard Aldos slay Dolphia many times,
last not long before dawn.  Thy Council can wait."

"Nay, Queen Fanura.  Duty is everything for a Corthon.
 We cannot allow the weakness of the flesh to deflect
us from our appointed tasks."

"It is as I feared, My Lord.  Thy strong will is
preventing the potion from giving thee its balm.  Rest
thy head on my bosom and I will make thee to sleep."

"I must ... not" Marius replied, struggling not to
pillow his head on the Queen's perfect breasts. 
Fanura could see the potion beginning to make his eyes
heavy.  It was time to take him one step further.

"My Lord, it is thy weapon, drawn and ready for battle
that does not allow thee to sleep.  Let us battle
again as we did last night, thy sword and my sheath. 
Gladly would I have thee conquer me again!"  And
before the drowsy and aroused Emperor could react,
Fanura had straddled him and positioned her moist cunt
lips at the tip of Marius's engorged cock.  "The
sheath of thy sword awaits thee, My Lord."

"Fanura!  No!  This cannot be!  A Corthon man never
allows a woman to ..."  A gasp of pleasure cut short
his protest as Fanura lowered herself over the
helpless man's stiff cock.  Slowly as first she began
to ride him.

"Speak no more, My Lord.  Let my sheath upon thy sword
ease thy pain.  Aye, Thy manhood is too hard; let me
make it soft for thee.  Yea, My Lord, thrust deep and
I will warm and please thee.  Deep, My Lord, my sleepy
Lord.  Loose the hold on thy body, My Lord.  Let me
take thee deep.  Release thyself into me, My Lord,
deep into me, deeper and thou willst sleep.  Release,
My Lord and sleep.  Release ...release ...RELEASE!"

Fanura had felt his orgasm building and his
consciousness sink beneath her whispered words.  With
a final twist of her shapely hips and a clinching of
her cunt muscles she triggered his climax. 
Surprisingly, the flood of his hot seed released an
irresistible warmth within her, too and she came,
collapsing on his hairy, heaving chest.  It was
several long moments before she was again in control
of herself, but no harm was done.  The Emperor was
safely entranced a faint smile on his face. 
Amazingly, his thick cock was only now deflating. 
Fanura let herself relax a few more minutes in the
Emperor's strong, though now limp, arms.  She was
aware that his penis still dammed up her pussy, not
allowing his thick sperm to drain out of her.  It was
a pleasant sensation and stirred a feeling of
tenderness for her imperial captive.

Her pussy twitched at the thought of what could result
if they continued to "battle" thus and she were
incautious.  Since she had become a woman, her mother
had taught her to drink a potion of Mea every morning
on three weeks of each four.  "Do so and THOU, not thy
need for a man's organ, canst decide when and with
whom to have a child," her mother had advised with a
knowing smile.  Fanura employed Mea, as did most of
the elite of the Nurian women.  Now she was beginning
to wonder if after twenty-five springs, the time was
not approaching to put in practice the other part of
her mother's advice.

*****

The treaty of 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 and fertile fields 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. 
"Ladies," Fanura had told her council the night
before, "I intend to see that Marius has an especially
good and strenuous night, sleeps deeply in my arms,
and arises tired and happy.  Do ye likewise."

All was in readiness as Queen Fanura and her council
of priestesses met Marius and his council of warriors.
 An official of Corthon palace protocol would have
been surprise that rather than sitting on opposite
sides of the long table, Corthons and Nurians sat side
by side.  Yet is seemed quite appropriates to the
Corthon men, who only an hour or so earlier had been
entwined in the arms of their lovely companions.

The formal toasts over, Marius arose to speak.  Fanura
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 Fanura," Marius said, trying to
sound severe with the woman whose bed he had so
recently shared.  "There appear to be changes in the
treaty.  It was crafted by our legal scribes and was
carefully considered by the Corthon Senate."

"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 her thighs 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 sides 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 that My Lord would
do his own watching," Fanura smiled.  Marius was not
sure if it was an accident, but at that moment his
eyes fell on Fanura'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 thy departure, My Lord.  Cast me not
aside as Aeneas did poor Queen Dido.  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."  Most recently between my
legs, drinking from my womanhood.  What better place
for the capital of Cortho, Fanura thought, suppressing
a smile.  "Do not thine 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." Fanura 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, Fanura saw the Zuma-addled heads
of the Corthons nod ascent.  "Set, then, thy hand to
the treaty, My Lord, and let the marriage celebrations
begin."  She smiled over that 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, squeezing gently.  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 only during morning
hours, hours that grew shorter and shorter as the
Emperor, exhausted by long, vigorous sessions of
lovemaking with Fanura, arose later and later.  Should
he awake early, he found the shapely black woman in
his bed randy and ready take his cock into her warm
pussy and to put him back to sleep.

With the heat, Marius and his men were introduced to
the delightful custom of siesta after the mid-day
meal, a custom made more delightful still by their
company in bed.  Marius took his noon meal with Fanura
and was always quite drowsy when it was over.  He
could hardly object when his beautiful mistress lead
him to her bedchamber for his nap.  There, beneath
pukahs moved by naked servant girls, Fanura took him
to her bed and let him suckle her breasts until he was
moaning with arousal.  Then she mounted him and put
him to sleep by riding him to a volcanic climax.

Marius did not realize it, but more and more Imperial
affairs were transacted in his name by Fanura 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 Fanura's chamber just after
a long slow siesta session with Fanura that, as usual,
had left the Emperor limp and happily dazed.  Fanura
gave his eyelids a little kiss and offered to attend
to the matter.  It had not seemed proper, but after
making love to Fanura, Marius was in no condition to
refuse his lively young bedmate.  As he drifted off to
post orgasmic slumber, Fanura slipped off his ring and
scurried to greet the visiting dignitary.

When Marius remembered to ask that she return it,
Fanura teased him, "Oh, does My Lord not have more
urgent business to conduct here?" drawing aside her
short tunic and inserting her fingers into her ever
moist slit.  "Is this not the taste," she asked
placing her dripping fingers in his mouth, "of a woman
in dire need of thy sword.  Come to my bedchamber, My
Lord and slay me.  I have need of the sweet death thou
bringest."  It was days before Marius thought again of
the ring and them only to realize he didn't really
need it.

As Fanura spent more and more time on Imperial
business, she allowed her servants to keep Marius
sated and happy.  She began by bringing Rini to their
bed, stroking his vanity by telling him he was "too
much man for one woman."  Eating Rini's young puss as
Fanura rode him sank Marius into stupor before either
woman was fully satisfied, but Queen and servant knew
how to solve that problem.  Gradually Marius accepted
Rini and others into his bed during the long
afternoons.  Sucking their soft breasts and allowing
them to ride him to orgasm, had the same soporific
effects as did their Queen's ministrations.  It was
exhausting trying to satisfy so many pretty women and
his Imperial business suffered still more.

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 Fanura did not wish to rouse
the Emperor from the lethargy she had carefully
crafted.  The danger, she decided, could become an
opportunity and set a plan in motion.  Several weeks
later a Corthon messenger reached the palace with news
from the frontier.  Fanura was summoned.  Leaving the
Emperor in the post coital bliss of an early morning
hand job, she rose and persuaded the messenger to
refresh himself before delivering the message to the
Emperor.  The young man's "refreshment" in the arms of
two temple priestesses gave Fanura time to complete
preparations.

When the messenger, exhausted by the ardent
priestesses, stumbled into the imperial chambers, the
Emperor was lying breathless beneath the Queen, having
just come most satisfyingly up 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."  Fanura smiled secretly.  The Zarians had taken
the bait.  A few years with Nurian temple prostitutes
disguised as peasant women, would tame the tribe, but
meanwhile for form's sake, they must be chastised.

"Villainy!" roared the Emperor, trying to arise from
beneath the young woman.  "Guards!  Bring my armor. 
<gasp> Bring my sword."  The unaccustomed exertion
told on the Emperor who was growing flabby from too
much food, wine, and sleepy lovemaking.

"Do not concern thyself with the Zarian raiders, My
Lord," Fanura 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 meet that thou shouldst deal with
affairs of arms while I remain always within thy
palace.  Of what 'more important matters' couldst thou
speak?"

"The most important matter of all, My Lord," Fanura
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 breed a
foreign wench while thou leadest our soldiers into
battle?"

"The woman is Rotha-Na, from Parthia, My Lord.  The
old King is without heir.  Make his daughter's womb
swell with thy man 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 -ra!" he groaned.

"Yeah, My Lord, the sword of thy strength is ready. 
Plunge it into the girl's belly and make her thy
concubine."  The Queen clapped three times and two
serving girls led in a tall dark beauty with almond
eyes, struggling to break free.  "Look on her My Lord.
 See the proud breasts, breasts that thou willst make
heavy with milk to give suckle to thine Imperial
Offspring.  See the wide hips that shall bear thy
child.  Dost thou not think her comely?  Aye!  Thy
sword leapeth in mine hand."

"But is this not the one brought in chains, but days
ago?" Marius asked, unable to take his eyes from the
gorgeous woman.  "Did she not cry aloud that she would
never consent to be my mate?"

"Indeed she is the one, 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 Fanura, Th... th...," he swallowed as his eyes
feasted on the scarcely clad maiden in front of him,
unable to formulate his sentence.

"Zarian raiders?" Fanura finished his implied
question.  "My Lord, surely thou willst 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 own ebony skin contrasted with
the alabaster thighs of the Queen's imperial captive.

"My Lord, thy humble servant will rid us of this
Zarian nuisance.  Thy Empire 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."

Fanura 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.  Before he could 
think of resistance, her musk had overpowered him and
Marius began to lick the copious intoxicating fluids
that leaked from her vagina.

Fanura smiled as she saw Marius loose 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, Fanura was slowly stoking 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! 
Thou castest a woman's pleasure upon her!  Her cup
overfloweth.  Drink it not My Lord!"

The Emperor's enchantment was too deep to heed
Fanura's ironic warning.  As the woman's cum squirted
onto the helpless man's face, the crafty Fanura she
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 in her arms, My Lord.  Take her this
night and every night 'til my return.  She is eager to
please thee.  Fill her with thy efficacious seed and
make her grow heavy with thy child."

Marius looked up at Fanura through sated eyes, almost
pleading.  "Do not speak My Sweet Lord.  I know thy
eyes grow heavy when thou givest of thyself to a
woman.  Thou willst sleep with her and I will go.  And
when I return, the woman will shew forth the fullness
of thy handiwork.  Thou willst breed her well, My
Lord.  But now thou must sleep, My Sweet Lord.  Sleep
deeply.  Take her soft breasts to thy mouth and suckle
like a babe.  Thine eyes close softly.  Thou art at
peace.  Thy thoughts are scattered and drift away from
thee.  Sleep, My Lord.  Sleep."

Fanura smiled again as the woman gathered Marius's
head to her breasts and he began to suck softly.  The
woman looked up at Fanura who winked.  This clever
foreign prostitute Fanura had procured would keep the
Emperor 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 Fanura 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.  Fanura herself had
taught Marius to allow a woman to mount him, pacify
him with her breasts and draw forth his sperm with her
pussy, sating him with sleepy pleasure.  As Marius lay
abed letting one woman after another drain and
enervate him with pleasure, Fanura 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 Fanura 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 joyous
homecoming the Nurian "captives" would have prepared. 
Nothing more would be heard from Zaria raiders; that
was sure until their women brought them to kneel
before Fanura, begging to be incorporated into her
Empire.

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 their husbands
made love better and more often than before the Nurian
girl arrived.  And many Corthon matrons discovered the
joys of love with a woman for the first time as they
made common cause with the younger woman to bring
their husband to heel.  The Senate hardly met any
more; with two horny women at home, Senators had
better things to do. The "girls" dispatched to the
high Corthon officials were well trained in
administration and soon took control of their new
husbands' affairs as their Corthon wives learned how
to keep their men home making love.  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 without having a woman who wanted him in
her two or three times a day.  Fortunately, 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 Nurian women with new Corthon husbands were
soon 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, urging
them forget such trivial things -- their lovely
captors encouraged them to become more physically
active.  Fanura 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.  Fanura 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 in name only,"
the young queen reported.  "The minnow has swallowed
the sturgeon.  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 thine, 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 first child!"

Fanura paused and looked around; then frowned.  She
was expecting a reaction: surprise, jubilation,
outrage; instead Council appeared merely pleased. 
Dolphia saw the Queen's consternation and smiled. 
"They share thy joy, My Queen, but not thy
hesitation."

"My hesitation?  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?"

"Lucas and I are expecting our first before the rains
resume.  Behold!"  Munira stood, lifted her short
tunic and displayed to everyone the first signs of her
delightful bulge.  "I knew I must bear his child from
the first night I made him lie with me.  He tells me
that he will gladly remain in the temple and care for
as many as I will give him."

One by one the other Council members, from the
youngest to the oldest, nodded and rubbed their
bellies.  "I though my days of childbearing were over,
but Gaius's fresh seed proved my field was but fallow,
not infertile," Laufi, the serving girl of Fanura's
mother, announced, her eyes glowing like a bride. 
"And my young centurion promises to sow me again next
year and the next."

"You did beguile Marius, My Queen, but not deceive him
when you promised him a baby by me," Rotha-Na smirked.
 "What other chance had I to bear an Imperial scion. 
I consigned the Mea potion to the imps of the
underworld and allowed the Emperor to fill my belly
with his child."

"I, too, am filled, My Queen," Gassara smiled.
"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!"

"Well said, Gassara," Dolphia said.  "You must know
unless you have forgotten that the seed of a
Zuma-drugged man often yields a double or triple
harvest!"

This announcement at last brought the gasps and
giggles of amazement Fanura 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, Dolphia" the Queen laughed, "It
seems we need to arrange quickly for a joint marriage
ceremony, lest we cause scandal."

"There will be talk enough as it is, My Queen, when
thou and thy entire Council present their swollen
bellies before the alter of the Goddess.  Especially
where thy equally pregnant High Priestess will meet
ye."  Fanura started.  "Yes, my Queen, I carry Aldos's
child since the night of the treaty ceremony, although
he does not yet know it," chuckled Dolphia.

"Scandal 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.  "I see Laufi is too smitten with her Gaius
to partake, but now that we have proven the abilities
of our future mates to beget children, we can begin to
share the fathers-to-be." A nervous titter ran among
the women.  

"Methinks Munira is not the only one to have admired
fair Lucas.  Perhaps the boy could be trained to
please his gravid mistress by a heftier rider," she
grinned, glancing at Dolphia who looked embarrassed. 
"And, would not Gassara prove well the mettle of
Aldos's sword," the queen smiled as the virago's
nostrils flared in anticipation.  "Nor do I suppose
the Emperor would ever wish to escape the sweet
slavery of our dear Munira once he has slept a night
with his sword between her slim legs."  A wild delight
flickered in the girl's face.  "For my part, I would
do battle with the Praetorians.  Perchance for a few
nights my cries will disturb the sleep of Gassara, as
for months hers have mine."

The End

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