Continued from [Part 5](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymgdoc/shared_property_the_king_of_the_amazons_part_56/?)
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**Chapter 7 cont’d**
Passing through the kitchen, I washed the mango juice from my hands and splashed some water from the flowing trough onto my crotch to clean off some of the sex fluids that had gathered there from the soon to be pregnant women.
There were six women in the workroom. Two were sewing, one at the desk, one sweeping, and the other two sitting on a couch. I sat across from them on the other couch.
I understood their hello to me because of my lessons, but I did not understand anything more that they said. A moment later they stood up and moved behind the couch to take a large heavy rug out. They rolled it open on the floor next to the couches and then removed their white robes. They were lean but not so muscular like the warriors I had served. The warriors had been mostly flat chested due to no body fat, but these women filled out their figure a little more since they were not often out hiking through the jungles kidnapping unexpecting Norwegian scientists. They were tall like all the others and wore their dark hair in two braids, as their style seemed to be.
I expected them to gesture between their legs for me to serve them, but instead they stood on the rug facing each other, arms out and squared off. They shuffled their feet carefully back and forth, tense and waiting for the other to dive at their legs. Soon one did see an opportunity and lunged into the other, head to the side and shoulder checking her opponent’s waist. They fell to the ground grappling, grunting and grasping. The muscles in their backs and their arms rippled as they pushed against each other, and I realized that, though they were not warriors, they were still formidable. After a few minutes, one of the women held down the other. The woman who was sweeping had stopped to watch and she called the match.
The winner stood up and helped the other to her feet, and they were both panting heavily, sweat dripping from their foreheads. The woman who was sweeping patted the winner on the back.
I stood up and, pointing to my chest and then posing in the wrestling stance, I indicated that I would like to wrestle the winner. She laughed and shook her head, holding her hand to her chest to show that she was too tired. However, the woman who had been sweeping accepted my invitation by pulling her robe over her head to remove it. She moved to the mat and pointed to the spot where I should stand.
Many years ago I had wrestled in school, but I’ve not even thought about doing it for the last 15 years. I crouched and watched the woman in front of me. She was grinning, and her arms were spread to the side, ready to meet my advance. I leapt and feinted and then dove at her feet. She moved deftly, and before I knew it, I had been flipped over onto my back, her body pressing down on mine holding me to the ground. The two women on the couch who were watching cheered, and then my opponent released me and helped me back to my feet, posing again to have another match. I dove to the other side this time, and within a few seconds she had pinned me again. The side of her head was next to mine, and I smelled rich essence of woman in her hair. The softness that I had seen in her body before the match was now replaced with tense muscles and tight sinews.
The woman who had won the match before approached us and motioned for my opponent to position herself for another match. She demonstrated in slow motion a better way for me to make my first move, and then motioned for me to try it. I imitated her, and my opponent let me take her to the ground. Her chest was to the ground, and I had one of her arms pinned behind her back.
I tried to remember what I was supposed to do to flip her over to pin her shoulders, but, before I could try anything, she twisted and sprung. A split second later I was pinned on my back again. She released me, and straddling my stomach on her knees, she looked down at me and smiled victoriously. I smiled back and playfully pretended to punch her in the stomach. She caught my fist and then pretended to slam a fist down into my chest.
The woman who had tried coaching me before pulled my opponent off me and then lifted me to my feet. She was determined to teach me to wrestle properly.
She laid on her stomach, put her hand behind her back, and then gestured for me to sit on her back, mimicking the position I had just been in with the other woman. With indecipherable speech and hand motions, and with help from the other two women, they showed me what to do in various positions, and gradually things began to click and my memories of what I had learned long ago began to return.
Finally, I squared off again with the woman who had being sweeping. She held back from her initially ruthless style, letting me think about my movements and slowing down hers, and so we wrestled for a few minutes. I pinned her, thinking that she had let me win, but not to be misunderstood, in a few swift movements she had me on my back and pinned me again.
I laughed and shook my head, accepting her hand to lift me to my feet.
Collapsing back on the couch, my limbs felt weak from the exertion. One of the other women who had been watching us brought me a cup to drink. I sniffed it, having suspicious that it may lead to other erection, but it was water. I nodded in thanks to her. She curtseyed in return.
We were all sweaty, and the other three women slouched on the couches. Holding their arms away from their sides to cool off and fanning between their legs. Their dark pubic hair formed tight curls as it was wet with sweat.
Ishmi came into the room, observed the scene before her matter-of-factly, and then told me that lunch was ready.
We all stood up. The other three women dressed themselves and then joined me at the table in my room to eat lunch together. I asked Ishmi to come also so that we could communicate.
“They say that they will make you into a good wrestler if you keep coming to them for practice,” Ishmi told me over fried fish and boiled dasheen.
“I have a feeling I will be in the best shape of my life before long with them as my trainers,” I replied.
“Yes, it is important for the good of our whole tribe for you to be strong and healthy.”
“How is it that one person, one man, can do so much good for so many of you?” I asked her.
Ishmi responded, “the effect of your essence on us is cumulative. One queen alone will feel the effect for maybe two days. Two women together will feel the effect for maybe a week. There is a critical threshold we will pass where there will be enough of us with your essence that the effects will never fade, if we have your continuous input of essence. When we reach the threshold, we celebrate with our fertility ceremony. We expect this to be in three months, if you serve 20 women a day. After the ceremony, your main priority will be to maintain us, to serve the women who are off the drink with seed, and to refresh your essence in any women who are returning from travel abroad.”
I nodded and once again pondered if I could fill this role.
After lunch I went out to the shelter in the amphitheater and my attendants bathed me in the fountain. A group of women was waiting for me around the throne under the shelter. I wondered where they had returned from. Had any of them been to Norway?
They were preparing each other for me, licking, fingering, and inserting toys. Initially I went to each one, laying them on their backs and filling them with cum from left to right, drinking between women. But soon my arms were shaking from exertion. One of the women gestured a suggestion for me to sit on the throne, and the rest of them were served by straddling my lap as I sat there. I encouraged the other women around me to kiss me and touch me and the one I was serving so that my heart and mind could keep pace with the work of my loins. The orgasms abounded and the cum flowed freely.
When all of them have been served, I swam in the fountain again to cool off, ate another mango given to me by one of the attendants, and then walked the terraces of the amphitheater, visiting the tents that were placed around it. By the end of the day, I had served 35 women.
I returned to my room for supper, and then afterwards I had another language lesson with Ishmi.
That night, Ishmi showed me the room where I would be sleeping so I could return to it when I was ready to sleep, though I did not know whose it was. I asked her for some paper and a pen, and I decided that I would record all my experiences in a journal.
In my room, I started writing my journal about the day before my kidnapping. It seemed so long ago though it was probably only a week ago. I wrote for maybe an hour until my eyes felt heavy and it was getting difficult to focus on writing. I put my pen down and then walked to the room Ishmi had showed me.
I knocked softly, and the woman who had been sweeping and I had wrestled with opened the door and took me in. We slept together, and in the morning she was giddy and high on the triple dose of essence I had given her that night. I felt refreshed too, having felt like I had made love that night, instead of acting as simply a penis service.
In the morning, 7 women who were off the drink were waiting for me. I served them in my room and then went to the amphitheater and served plenty more than the number I had been told was the quota of 20.
I began to feel more confident in the role of Raine, surprising the women I served by going the extra mile and giving them physical enjoyment in addition to my semen. I tried to be a caring, servant king. As I served one queen, I worked together with her partner or friends to offset the utility in the act until I truly felt like I was earning the love of my kingdom of queens. Yet I never forgot my place, and even a simple walk to the fountain could be interrupted by a figure gesturing her toward her crotch, demanding me to serve her. I always served the queens with my best. An inverted harem.
**Chapter 8 The Fertility Ceremony and the High Queen**
My days followed this schedule. Serve the women off the drink the morning, serve the women waiting by my throne in the afternoon, and then visit others in the amphitheater at my leisure until dinner. However, my favorite part was each night that I spent with one of my attendants. I could see they all eagerly awaited their turns as well.
My language lessons were productive, and after a month I could communicate well. I could understand the gist of most conversations I listened to. I trained with my attendants in wrestling most days and was improving, though I could not beat any of them in a fair match yet.
The two doctors visited me every week to check on me. They also benefited from my service each time they visited, and I took satisfaction in the effect I had on them. I was their patient first, and then they were my patient afterward.
But on my 5th visit from the doctors, things went differently.
“Raine, I believe you have heard about the Fertility Ceremony that we have when we reach the point in our collective health where your essence is strong enough among us that we feel it universally, and we are fully saturated. It is normally expected to take about three months after a new king arrives, however you have exceeded your quota every day and so we are ready for the Fertility Ceremony already. Your efforts have been acknowledged, and you have been given audience to the High Queen tomorrow. Today you must rest, and you will not serve anyone. You must not serve your attendants tonight.” The doctors checked me over but did not disrobe or expect anything from me.
My attendants fed me like normal, and I joined them in the workroom because I had nothing else to do. We chatted, but they did not give me any answers about what would happen the next day in the Ceremony. There was no wrestling match that day. I took several naps on the couch and wrote in my journal on and off.
I watched through the window as the open area of the amphitheater was decorated with banners and ribbons, and tables were set out covered with colorful cloths for the celebration after the Fertility Ceremony. Banners were hung from the arches in the wall that surrounded the area, and pendants were set on poles pushed into holes spread around the cobblestone floor. Great lengths of streamers were attached in various points across the architecture that made the amphitheater. Workers were moving ladders everywhere.
That night I slept in my own bed for the first time since the first night I had arrived, not in one of the attendants’ rooms.
When I awoke in the morning, my attendants led me out of the house, past the bustling celebration area. I saw vats of wine and huge stacks of platters with fruit and cakes on the tables.
We walked to the fountain where they bathed me and then rubbed me with rich smelling oils. They touched me affectionately and smiled at me, and I smiled in return, but they did not speak to me except with brief instructions to lift my arm or stand under the water to rinse myself. I thought they were being very mysterious.
*This ceremony is something huge for them. Look at the expense they are taking—what does it mean? Who is the High Queen?* I wondered.
We all dried from our bath, and then someone said it was time. Ishmi told me to stand behind her, and then my attendants formed a line, four in front and four behind me. One of the women behind me whispered that I should keep pace with them, and we walked in loose formation down the path along the base of the cliff which was the rear wall of the amphitheater, past our house, and into a doorway in the face of the cliff. Inside I found we were in a wide stone hall lit by torches spaced regularly along the way. A long floral rug in the center of the passageway covered a cobblestone floor, and so our bare footsteps were quiet thuds and only the movement of my attendants’ robes echoed down the passage.
I thought of the last time I had walked in formation with Amazons. The soldiers who kidnapped me had led me past cheering crowds through the city by my testicles, on parade like prized game by hunters returning from a safari. That was five weeks ago, and so much had changed. Now I walked freely, surrounded by loving attendants, but I could not shake the feeling like the situations were identical.
The sunlight from the passageway’s entrance disappeared when we turned a corner. We marched on, turning a few corners until we came to another large chamber with a stone staircase that rose from floor and out of the chamber’s ceiling. A chandelier of candles lit the room high above us, and long tapestries on the walls made the chamber strangely silent.
The floor of the chamber was empty, and we passed through the room to the stairs and climbed until we found ourselves in another carpeted hallway. The floor here was finished marble, the walls a finely dressed stone. I could see sunlight in the distance down the hallway, and as we drew closer to it, I could see that it was coming through arched windows on one wall of the hallway.
As we passed the stone arched openings, I could see out onto the top of the plateau. We were in the palace. There were fields of crops and in the distance the stone houses of the city. We passed through a courtyard with beautiful fountains and beds of flowers, and then came to towering doors that were painted gold. Two guards in fine golden armor stood with spears, and at our approach they presented a cup to me of the familiar liquid I used for rashithra.
After I had drunk it completely, the guards opened the doors. The sound that met us was an intense quiet, like the sound of thousands of people who were solemnly waiting together for a once-in-an-lifetime event.
We entered a cathedral-like room, and soldiers were standing in pairs in front of massive pillars that reached to the ceiling, forming towering arches. Thousands of women stood waiting among the pillars, not dwarfed by the grandeur of the room, but somehow integral with its majesty. They all stared at me, and my face turned a deep crimson. I felt naked, and indeed I was, but it hit me with a renewed intensity before thousands of eyes. I was small before their elegance and power, a slave among gods.
At the back of the room, there was a pedestal and on the pedestal was a single golden throne with a woman sitting on it. She wore a red robe with silver and gold ribbons that were sewn to it in swirling patterns. It fit her loosely and touched the ground, covering her feet. A colorful crown rested on her head, framing her black hair and set across her forehead. The gold and silver swirls in it hinted at vines, birds, and ancient knowledge.
We marched forward, across the great expanse of the palatial throne room, and as we drew closer, I felt my eyes straining to focus while I studied the High Queen. I almost felt vertigo as my mind fought with my depth perception, and I tried to resolve the scale of what was before me.
To me, she looked like the other Amazon women, tall stature, brown skin, black hair, elegant poise, and she was sitting on a throne like the one I had in the amphitheater. But around her, the other women looked like dwarfs. My mind flipped and my stomach churned as my eyes played tricks on my gut. However, when we stopped in front of her, I knew. She towered over us from her massive throne like a seated Colossus of Rhodes.
The High Queen stood, and I felt like a smaller than an insect before her. The crowd of women pressed in behind us and the hush was deafening. She was watching me, and when the shuffling of feet had ended, she put her hand on her left breast and bowed her head. Every queen mirrored her gesture, and then the voice of one of my attendants behind me whispered to me that I should kneel before her. I kneeled, and then she spoke:
“Welcome, Raine. You have served our tribe well since we have brought you here. Now today you will serve me with rashithra.” And she held the “raaaa” with a flourish.
She unwrapped her robe, pulling it off her shoulders revealing that it had not been attached on her front. Two women at her side received it as she slipped her arms out. Their heads did not even reach her elbows. At first, I thought that they must be children, but when they returned to their places, one holding the robe, I knew they were as tall as any of the women I had met here. The High Queen remained regal in her nudity, wearing only her crown. Her black hair hung in braids that were mixed with colorful silk ribbons. The braids rested on her brown, colossal breasts tipped with black areola. Her powerful arms mirrored the muscular structure of her stomach, and tremendous muscles rippled in her thighs.
She sat down on her throne and said to me, “come.”
I climbed the pedestal and stood before her throne. Her feet were longer than my forearm, and her knees came to my waist. She reached her mighty hands forward, put them under my armpits and lifted me to her lap. I stood on the seat of her throne between her thighs, and our eyes met at the same level. She smiled at me, and then pulled me into her chest so that I was leaning against her sternum between her massive breasts. Her skin was warm and soft. My body shook with vibrations as I heard her moan happily.
I knew why I was here, and I would not give any less than my all. Filled with a sense of purpose, I pushed myself away from her chest with my hands, and she allowed me to move back. I climbed to her right breast and took hold of it, one side in each hand, and hugged it. The High Queen nodded in approval, so I continued. I wrapped my hands around her nipple, barely able to touch my fingers together to close the circumference with my two hands. The dark skin was bumpy but soft like velvet. I pulled myself forward and rubbed my hairy chest against it. Her nipple responded by growing thicker, harder and extending, pushing me so that I had to step back to keep my balance.
“Yes, Raine, this is good.”
She slouched into her throne so that I had to lean forward and kneel on her warm, smooth stomach. I leaned my body into hers and slid across her chest to the other nipple where I continued to rub, causing that one to also grow. I worked back and forth between the mountains, manipulating her nipples with the skill and care of a shepherd guiding his flock through alpine ranges.
When I sensed the Queen’s arousal was fully planted in the red flush on her chest and her elongated nipples, I moved my hands down her ribs to her abdomen until I was on my hands and knees, perched in a crouch on her pubic mound, tracing the line between her waist and her hips.
She set her hand lightly on my back, and it covered me from shoulder to shoulder. She said, “Raine, I have heard that you enjoy bringing your queens pleasure while you give them your essence. Show me what you can do for the High Queen.”
I leaned across her lap and flutily tried to push her legs apart. She understood my intention and opened them completely for me. I slid from her lap to the open space on the seat of the throne between her legs and I ran my palms across her inner thighs until brought them to the mound at the confluence of her long legs. The High Queen sighed a blessing.
I kneeled before her crotch and steadied myself with arms resting on her pubic bone. I pushed my chest against her prominent clitoris and slid my knee between the lips of her pussy and held it at her sticky entrance. Leveraging against my other leg on the seat of her throne, I pushed my knee into her opening. The muscles in her pelvis quivered and I watched the flesh in front of me tighten and relax, making her skin around my hips pull up and then relax. To keep my balance, I rested my foot on the bottom of the passageway inside her pussy. Now confident in my stability, I rocked my body forward and back, shifting my weight between my legs and sliding my knee in and out of her. At the same time, I moved my chest sideways so that I was sliding across her clit with my whole torso.
Her juices appeared quickly and soaked my leg, making it hard not to slip from my stance. The place where my cock rubbed against the inside of her inner lips was doubly wet with my own excitement added to hers.
The High Queen spoke to me encouraging words. “Yes Raine. Yes yes yes. Push deeper…. Yes harder there.”
Her clitoris was flexible and soft against my chest, and it grew hard as I rubbed against it until it was bigger than my head. I pulled the hood back as it grew, and the beautiful pink tip pressed into my abdomen. The queen’s huge hands danced lightly across my back, and then she closed her eyes and turned her head to one side as she slouched more in her throne, focusing on the feelings I was causing in her.
I bent down until my head was level her clitoris, my hands on either side of it. I slid them up and down on the sides of her clit and smashed my face into it, moving my head from side to side and tasting the salty sweet liquid that was coming from her sensitive skin. I grunted with the effort as I fucked her with my entire body. My knee rocked in and out of her hole, plowing through her soft, flowery lips with every push. I heard a moan above me, and I redoubled my efforts.
I felt her pussy clamp onto my leg with a mighty twitch, and she roared a warrior’s cry of delight, almost like agony. It shook the throne. Feeling her clitoris grow even larger, I knew she had hanging on the precipice. I lowered my hand to my waist and plunged it deep inside of her with all my strength, pushing through the walls of her clenching pussy, burying my arm to my shoulder. I pulled it out and then pushed it in again, all the time turning my face back and forth against her clit. Her juices soaked the front of me, and I continued shoving my arm deep into her.
Her breath caught, and then the growl that came from her rumbled and shook the palace. She clenched her legs on my body so tightly that I almost could not breathe. My arm and leg were trapped inside of her and my face was pressed hard against her stiff and prominent clitoris. All I could do was curl my forearm inside of her, rubbing the inner walls of her twitching pussy and press my head into the swollen knob at my face that threatened to smother me. My breaths were shallow, and I could feel her slippery wetness pooling at my knees where I knelt. Her body shook around me for what felt like an eternity.
She released me, opening her thighs again. I gasped in air.
“Raine, you are worthy to be our King. Now you will serve me with your essence.”
She tipped her hips up so that the floor of her pelvis tilted upward. Her labia were swollen and firm, and her pussy opened before me like a soft, warm tent, inviting. I laid myself across her vast cunt and pushed my hips into her opening. Her lips enveloped my waist, like flowers around a bee digging for pollen. The smooth, soft flesh of the walls of her inner cunt caressed my hips like two fresh cotton bedsheets. I dropped to my knees inside her so that I could go in deeper, resting my knees on the floor of her canal so that the only part of my legs that remained outside of her were my feet. I was covered in her wetness, and everything was slick. To keep myself from sliding all the way in, I flexed my ankles and hooked my feet against the edge of her opening, pressed to her taint.
One of my arms was lifted high, resting across her pubic bone to steady myself. With the other, I stroked myself as tried to push my body and cock farther into her. My hand slid with ease across my erection which was begging to erupt, slick from both our excitement.
I felt every vein grow tight and the ridge of the mushroom-shaped head grow rigid in my grip. I grunted deeply and then felt the convulsion that started in my balls and then wracked my whole body. Convulsion after convulsion propelled cum from it. My back arched, and I held my cock pointed forward, trying to shoot my seed as deep into her fleshly passageway as I could.
“Raine! I can feel the power that you give me with your essence!”
My orgasmic throes settled and the pulsing stream of cum slowed to a dribble. I sagged into the floor of her cunt, weak from the strongest climax of my life, panting and heart racing.
Yes…” Her voice trailed away to blissful silence. She sighed and opened her eyes slowly to look down at me between her thighs. Her face glowed with health and satisfaction. She held me inside her swollen pussy from my feet to my armpits. I gazed back up at her face, and it made my heart burst with pride.
I tried to climb out of her, but it was too slippery, and I kept sliding back in. Seeing my struggle, she squeezed the muscles in her pelvis which clenched the walls of her pussy and expelled me with an ungraceful slip and a stagger on to the seat of her throne.
With her help, I climbed back onto her lap and laid myself across her breast, nestling my head in the soft flesh under her collarbone. My half-mast cock bounced against the underside of her giant breast while her stiff nipple pressed into my belly. She rested one hand across my back, stroking it gently and sighing again with contentment.
Like a boat flying past the edge of a waterfall, the once-silent room erupted in cheers as thousands of women cried out in victory and joy. The High Queen came to her senses. *She was happy with her tribe’s new king.* She turned me around to face them and then stood to her feet, lifting me high and holding me under my shoulders to face the audience.
She presented me to the crowd of cheering Amazons as my feet dangled far above the floor and sex dripped down my chest and legs. “Queens, this is your Raine! May he serve us well for many years to come! Now let us turn to our feast prepared in the king’s amphitheater!”
**The End**
Epilogue: The Amazons and I lived happily ever after. By the time you read my journal, they have hidden themselves in the deepest, most remote part of the Amazon rainforest, or possibly on the moon. But know this: they have infiltrated our modern society, watching us and scouting for the next king who will serve the tribe of queens after I pass.
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Hello dear reader, I really enjoyed writing this, and it was entirely my pleasure that initiated it. But I would love to know if it brought you any enjoyment, as well as any critiques or advice.
Thanks for reading.
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