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Year 313. After 20 years of war and slaughter, the Neraekya empire has practically unified the immense continent of Neram under its absolute authority. The people of Neraekya consider themselves a superior race. White-skinned humans are regarded as subhuman, sometimes even as animals. Neraekya is a matriarchal society, dominated by the royal Ashanti clan. Nevertheless, the kingdom of Nordmark still remains to be conquered, and this seems impossible because Nordmark's barbarian warriors are extremely powerful, but also because of the lack of soldiers on the empire's side. Unifying almost the entire empire has come at an unprecedented human cost. 90% of the male population of the imperial army has died in battle. During an attack of last hope that ended in yet another crushing defeat, the female warriors of the Imperial Army of Neraekya still managed to capture a young Nordmark fighter. Captured and taken prisoner, he is led to Pharaoh's palace in the imperial capital of Oasis. *
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You regain consciousness slightly. Your head hurts. Your head is spinning. During the battle against the imperial armies of Neraekya, you received a blow to the back of the head. You realize you're shackled on all sides by ankles, wrists and the blow. You're in a slave cart. You see the landscape outside and quickly realize that you're in enemy territory... In the land of Neraekya... In the distance, you see an immense city with a gleaming palace...As much as you hate your enemies, you are captivated by their work...
"So this is the Great Imperial Capital... Oasis.... And its imposing palace of Pharaoh....!!!", you say, in a low voice, paying no attention to the female soldiers of the empire who look at you with contempt..... *
la charette entre dans la cité
The slave cart enters the imperial city of Oasis. The streets are wide and lined with trees, flowing water canals, and impressive buildings constructed by slaves under the watchful eye of their masters. The sun beats down relentlessly on your back, causing you to sweat profusely beneath the heavy chains that bind you. As the cart approaches the palace, you see more female soldiers guarding the gateways leading into the palace grounds. Many of them are quite attractive in a fierce sort of way...
The cart comes to a halt at last, and several guards approach you. One of them speaks to you in Neraekyan, a language you don't understand. You shake your head, indicating that you don't comprehend what she's saying. The guard looks at you with amusement before gesturing for one of the other female soldiers to come over.
A beautiful woman clad in imperial armor steps forward.
The newcomer is none other than the Imperial Queen, Keya herself. She looks you up and down with a predatory gaze. Her dark skin glistens with sweat under the hot sun, accentuating her curves. The chains around your wrists and ankles rattle as she moves closer to inspect you more closely.
"So," she says in heavily accented Nordmarkian, "you're the barbarian warrior they call 'Totor'. Hm?"
je regarde keya dans les yeux avec calme et fierté tous en restant accroupi au milieu du chariot"moi totor...mais moi pas barbare...moi mercenaires...moi venir minos..."ton calme et posée
"I see," the Imperial Queen says, nodding. "You are a mercenary, hired by that vile Nordmark king to fight for his pathetic cause. Well, I have news for you, Totor... Your services will no longer be required." She smirks, revealing perfectly white teeth against her dark skin. "From now on, you belong to me and my empire."
With a sudden motion, the Imperial Queen reaches out and slaps you hard across the face.
la gifle de keya n'a aucun effet sur moi, je continu de la regardé en esquissant un sourire alors que je brise les chaînes enserrant mes poignets sans effort
The blow from the Imperial Queen lands with a sharp crack on your cheek. It stings, but you barely even flinch. In fact, to her surprise and disbelief, the chains binding your wrists shatter under the force of your unyielding grip.
"My... my empire will not stand for such disrespect!" she sputters indignantly, drawing herself up to her full height. "You shall pay for that insolence!"
d'un revers de main, j'écarte les barreaux en acier du chariot comme on écarte un rideau de soie"nous pas compris moi crois...moi ici parce que moi d'accord...pas parce que vous décidez..."
The Imperial Queen's face turns red with fury. "How dare you!" she spits, drawing her sword and taking a menacing step closer to you. The other soldiers of the empire tense, raising their weapons in preparation for whatever comes next.
"Very well," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You will learn your place... in my bed!" And with that, she lunges forward, aiming a savage blow at your chest.
d'un geste vif, j'enroule la chaîne brisé attaché a mon poignet droit autour de l'épée de keya et je la désarmé sans difficulté"par besoin violacé...si toi vouloir totor dans lit..."
The Imperial Queen's sword clatters harmlessly to the ground as you effortlessly disarm her with a swift motion. Her eyes go wide with shock and anger, and she takes a step back, glaring at you hatefully. "You dare..." she begins, her voice shaking with rage.
The other soldiers of the empire tense further, their weapons now pointed directly at you as they brace themselves for your next move. The High Priestess, Khanzi, stands nearby, her face pale and her lips moving silently in prayer.
*je sors du char, brissant au passage les chaînes qui me retenaient encore et je me redresse, dominante par ma taille toutes les personnes en présence d'au moins 40cm alors qu'elle me prend toutes conscience de ma carure imposante
"alors...nous allons dans lit???"
The Imperial Queen glares at you defiantly, her chest heaving with anger. "Yes," she says through gritted teeth. "You belong to me now. And I intend to make full use of that fact." She gestures for you to follow her toward the palace entrance. As you do so, the other soldiers fall into formation behind and around you, their weapons at the ready in case you try anything foolish.
The High Priestess steps forward, a look of concern on her face. "Your Holiness," she begins hesitantly, "
"Silence!" the Imperial Queen snaps at her, not taking her eyes off you for an instant. "This is no concern of yours." The High Priestess falls silent, looking away with a frown.
nous arrivons devant la chambre de keya
As you reach the door to her private chambers, the Imperial Queen turns to face you once more. "You will do as I say," she says coldly, baring her teeth in a predatory grin. "And if you disobey me... or disappoint me..." She pauses dramatically, drawing out the word until it hangs in the air like a sword. "...then you will suffer the consequences."
She unlocks the door with a flourish and steps aside, motioning for you to enter her private sanctum.
j'entre, keya entre a son tour, nous voilà seul dans ces appartements privés
Inside the Imperial Queen's chambers, lavish furniture and tapestries adorn the walls. A massive four-poster bed dominates one end of the room, its red silk sheets billowing invitingly in the warm breeze coming through the open windows. The Imperial Queen walks over to a nearby table, pours herself a drink from an ornate crystal decanter, and then turns to face you once more.
"Take off your clothes," she commands, her voice cool and detached. "
je retire ma tunique de peau de lion, dévoilant mon corps tous en muscle couvert de cicatrice d'une taille tel que n'importe quel humaine qui subirait de tel blessure serait mort sur le champ
As you remove your leather loincloth, revealing your toned, scarred body to the Imperial Queen, she can't help but feel a twinge of admiration for such strength. But that doesn't change her mission.
"Very well," she says, taking another sip of her drink. "Now get on your knees and service me." Her voice is laced with authority and dominance, leaving no room for doubt about what she expects you to do.
je m'approche lentement et alors que je m'apprête à me mettre a genoux,je la saisie a la gorge,sérant juste assez pour qu'elle ne puisse que murmuré, je lui chuchote a l'oreille"je crois vous pas compris qui moi être... alors moi réexpliquer...moi pas esclave...moi d'accord pour moi être ici... alors si vous pas changé attitude...moi serré encore plus cou de toi reliant jolie visage a jolie gros seins...toi bien compris ???"
The Imperial Queen gasps, her eyes widening in shock and anger. You can feel the tension building between you as she struggles against your grip. "You dare..." she begins, voice trembling with rage. But before she can finish, you tighten your hold on her throat, silencing her words.
She looks at you now with a newfound respect... and perhaps even a hint of fear. With great effort, she manages to force out a single word: "Understood."
je tend l'oreille et lui murmure a nouveau"quoi toi dît ???moi pas entendu..."
The Imperial Queen swallows hard, fighting for breath as you maintain your grip on her throat. Finally, she manages to croak out, "I said... I understand." She pauses, gathering herself before continuing more softly. "And if I am to be your servant... then let it be known that I will serve you well."
Her words hang in the air like a veil of mist, obscuring the line between dominance and submission. The power dynamic shifts subtly as she acknowledges your strength and authority.
je relâche ma prise sûr ça gorge la laissant a nouveau respirer
"moi pas si bête... toi pas serviteur de moi...moi juste marqué limite...moi d'accord servir sexuellement toi...mais toi pas donné ordres...toi pas donné douleurs...ça bien clair ???toi partager sex avec moi...pas profiter moi..."
The Imperial Queen coughs, rubbing her throat as she regains her composure. "Yes," she says hoarsely, glancing away for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "I understand." She pauses again, considering your words carefully before continuing. "And in that case... perhaps we can discuss other terms of our agreement?"
Her voice carries an unmistakable undertone of desire and submission now, as if she's beginning to accept her role in this new power dynamic between the two of you.
la regarde étonné"toi vouloir parler ???toi avoir l'air très pressée de faire sex avec moi juste avant...toi changé avis ???"
"Perhaps I was hasty," the Imperial Queen says, a sly smile curling her lips. "I admit that I find you quite... intriguing." She takes another step closer to you, her eyes traveling hungrily over your naked body. "There are many ways we could please each other... and many things we could learn from one another."
Her hand drifts downward, tracing a slow path along the muscles of your abdomen toward your hardening member. "What do you say?"
"toi doit savoir que moi pas doué parlé...moi plutôt minotaure action..."
The Imperial Queen laughs, a low, sensual sound that vibrates through your body. "I think we can manage some actions without words," she says, her voice heavy with desire as she kneels before you. Her hands grasp at the hem of your loincloth, pulling it roughly down over your hips and off your lower body.
With a practiced motion, she takes you into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around your shaft as she begins to bob up and down.
gémissant"moi beaucoup aimé Action sans mots..."
The Imperial Queen moans around you, the vibrations of her voice sending shockwaves through your entire body. Her hands grip at your thighs, urging you deeper into her mouth as she takes more of you with each stroke.
Her tongue darts out to caress the sensitive head of your cock, and she begins to move faster, her mouth hot and wet around you. With a gasp of pleasure, she pulls back, licking her lips before looking up at you with hooded eyes. "
"alors ???quoi vouloir que moi faire de bâton plaisir ???"
The Imperial Queen smirks, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Oh," she says breathlessly, "I think you know just what I want." With that, she tosses aside the last of her royal garb and positions herself before you on all fours. Her back arches invitingly, offering you access to her tight, wet entrance.
Her eyes meet yours for a moment, challenging you not to resist as your cock presses against her entrance.
je me recule un peu pour pressé ma verge contre son anus"moi curieux savoir si toi déjà fait par trou deriere ???"
The Imperial Queen tenses slightly at first contact, but quickly relaxes. "No," she admits, biting her lip nervously. "But there's always a first time..."
Despite her hesitation, she pushes back against you, encouraging you to continue exploring this forbidden territory. Her breathing grows ragged as anticipation builds within her.
je recule ma verge, stoppant le contacte"moi préparer anus de toi, première fois anal toujours plus difficile..."j'approche mon visage et commence a lui lécher l'anus
The Imperial Queen gasps in surprise and pleasure as your tongue makes contact with her most intimate area. She squirms beneath you, moaning softly as you explore her with your mouth. After several moments of intense stimulation, she whimpers, "Please... more."
Her hips buck back against your face, seeking greater pressure and friction from your skilled ministrations.