Queen Isra - Daughter of the Sun

“When will you return?” asked Isra, idly. She reached her long arms above her head, giving a feline stretch before she rolled to her side. She was too close to be ignored. Perdiccas lowered the chalice. The golden goblet dropped from his fingers and rolled, spilling the few remaining drops of magenta liquid.

He pressed her to him; her tongue slid over one flattened nipple. Delicate golden-ringed fingers caressed his battle-scarred chest. The king stared. His lids at half-mast, Perdiccas was barely able to formulate a single thought. Her head lifted. Again he was held down, locked into a deep stare with her long-lashed eyes, darkly lined with kohl piercing and aware.

“Soon.” King Perdiccas managed as he stroked her arm adoringly. He swallowed deep in his throat to maintain control. It’s was her skin that that made him crazy, skin soft and delicate along with the fragrance rubbed into it by her body slaves. Her scent was so fresh, like fig leaves after a new rain. Isra was young, ripe, and wise. Her face drew near. Her breath, sweet, her lips soft as clouds, pressed into his. She pushed the hard points of her nipples up into his chest and parted her legs to wrap one around his left thigh. She pinned him forcefully to her.

Perdiccas rolled to his back, bringing her along. Isra maneuvered over him. A jolt of desire charged just for her seized and squeezed his heart. Her face lowered and his lips again parted under her command. Shyly, her small tongue dipped between. Then boldly it explored the deepest cavern of his mouth. With feminine agility, her curves glide up and down his angular build and her nipples graze his chest in delicious swirls. Her body wicked with intent, is her strongest weapon against a conqueror.

The wine mixed with the bittersweet nectar of her kiss weighted his lids and rushed the blood to his groin. Isra continued, plunging her tongue into his mouth over and over. The taste of her was the sweetest ambrosia straight from the Gods. He couldn’t stop his groaning as he fought for possession of her tongue.

Perdiccas’s erection pulsated between his legs. He shifted under her, angling his jumping cock for entry. But his dark Queen denied him the pleasure. She leaned in for a kiss and her sweetness lifted from his lap depriving him of the warmth he craved from her positioning. She moved again, this time pushing down, rubbing warmth and softness into him and gliding up and down his frame.

Perdiccas opened his eyes with a deep growl buried in his throat. He had half a mind to flip her and end the torment. But he was obedient. With her, he found it hard not to comply. He despises her disappointment. Isra seduced him with whispers in her foreign tongue and feather soft kisses to his clenched jaw, then under his unshaved chin. There was a slow rhythm to her actions almost stirred by music of her own making. A small smile of satisfaction touched the corner of her mouth as his erection became the dividing force between them.

By the Gods she teases me too long!

Isra rocked back and forth, still refusing his entry. His lust and desire had his chest twisted as tight as a coil threatening to snap free at any moment. But he endured. Perdiccas caressed her leg from knee to thigh. His back arched when she ground her moist center harder on his pained cock.

“Promise your return, King Perdiccas. Promise a future alliance for my people and yours. Promise and you shall have me with every pleasure you desire.”

“I swear it.”

Isra smiled.

King Perdiccas could stand it no longer. He flipped Isra to her back and was rewarded with languid giggles. His hips lifted. He probed her tightness like an amateur. He must remind her he is King. He could have her and all of Egypt if he commanded it so. She was his, not the other way around. Regaining control, he ground his teeth. Isra licked her thick lips. Her lashes fluttered. The whites of her eyes were all he could see as he entered her. And what a glorious plunge it was. Soft, tight, moist, heat engulfed him as her channel swallowed his cock. Perdiccas gave her two long, measured thrusts, then grabbed her other leg and secured it around his hip. The snug fit of her inner walls clenching and constricting around his member should be expected. But it was almost virginal, how sweetly pleasurable he found her each time he possessed her. He had to remind himself that he has been here before. There was a brief pause as he sucked in a deep breath. A momentary lapse and his body was again racked with pleasure. Perdiccas throttled her sex, worked his hips, and slammed into her repeatedly. He finally had her; at long last the torturous wait was over.

Perdiccas raised himself over her writhing body with the palms of his hands, and opened his eyes. He stared down at her beauty. Isra’s breasts were covered in a slick sheen of sweat. They moved with his rhythm, thrust after thrust. Her harmonious moans of pleasure drove a current from his groin through his heart. Over and over, he plunged himself into her, unable to hold back, unable to slow down. Her flesh was so addictive. He bit hard on his tongue and dropped into the curve of her neck and shoulder.

She spoke sinful words of encouragement in her native tongue. His large, calloused hands went under the soft mounds of her ass and squeezed tightly. With one last mighty plunge, he roared his completion. His body stiffened as he shot his essence deep inside. Perdiccas had never known pleasure as great, and he was a connoisseur of pleasure. How could one so strangely different, so exotically beautiful and so dangerously innocent own him as she did? Would the Gods save him from turning over his soul?

“Perdiccas,” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes, my love.”

“To us.”

He lifted his head and smiled. “To you.”