Continued from [Part 4](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymg82y/shared_property_the_king_of_the_amazons_part_46/?)
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**Chapter 7 The King and His Attendants**
The afternoon passed and evening approached. The women in the tent packed up their things, dressed, and then left the tent, climbing the stairs and disappearing in the shadow of passageway to exit the amphitheater. I looked out from the side of the tent at the other tents and umbrellas throughout the amphitheater. Some I could see were occupied and others were empty. If I visited them, I am sure that I would be expected to serve each occupant. Was I up for that? My stomach rumbled, hunger activated by the bit of bread and cheese I’d just eaten.
Deciding not to visit other tents, I descended the steps and walked on the path back to the house hoping to find some food.
In the courtyard entry of the house, I passed the two women that I had fucked earlier, the guards. They were standing by the door speaking with one of the white-robed women, leaning on their spears. The white-robed woman saw me approach, said goodbye to the guards, and hurried inside, leaving the door standing open for me. The guards nodded an acknowledgement to me with neutral expressions on their faces as I passed.
*Funny*, I thought, *last time I saw you, you were passed out on the ground with my cum leaking out of your twats. All I get is a nod.*
The doctors were gone now, and on the table was a pitcher of juice, 3 cups, and a bowl of cut fruit. I ate a piece of mango, and it was perfectly ripe. The next piece of papaya was incredible too. *Wow,* I thought, *maybe this is what royal food is like, or maybe I am hungrier than I realized.* I poured myself a glass of the juice. It was freshly squeezed passion fruit juice. My mouth tingled with joy at the taste of it.
A moment later two of the white-robed women entered, carrying trays of food. There were hot pastries with meat in them, cheese, boiled eggs, and baked dasheen. The food was made to perfection, and I ate it all.
The two white-robed women stood against the wall watching me eat.
“This food is really good; did you guys make it?” I asked them, knowing that they would not understand me.
The women, who had had blank expressions on their faces came alive with earnest expressions when I spoke to them, as if they could understand me by sheer force of will. One of them held her finger up and then ran out of the room, returning a moment later with one of the doctors I had met this morning.
“Do you need something?” she asked dryly.
“No,” I replied, “I was just telling them that the food is delicious and wanted to give my compliments to the chef.”
The doctor replied, “you must eat for your nourishment. The demands on your body will be intense and we will be taking your health very seriously.”
“Well, if you make it taste good then I will eat it,” I told her.
“Your recommendation is noted,” she replied.
“Okay, if you’re taking recommendations, I am going to need some more human contact on an intellectual level to stay sane here. Can you provide someone to teach me your language?”
The doctor was quiet for a moment thinking, and then replied, “I will see what I can arrange.”
I thought to myself, *miss doctor, why don’t you bend over the bed again and see how long this aloof haughty arrogance lasts.*
“Will that be all?” she asked as she turned on her heel and left the room, not waiting for a reply.
I ate another chunk of papaya and leaned back in my chair. *Doctors…*
The food landed softly in my belly, and sleepiness took hold of my eyes. I laid on my bed and soon fell asleep.
I awoke to women’s voices speaking in the room. Quietly, I sat up and saw three women in white robes standing in a circle. They saw that I was awake, stopped talking, and one stepped forward to speak to me.
“My name is Ishmi and I will be your teacher,” she said to me in Portuguese.
She was standard Amazon fare, though not of the guard variety. Her skin was dark and her hair was black. Her white robes hid her figure, but she was tall like the rest.
“Are you ready for teaching now?” she asked.
“Ok, sure. Yes.” I replied, surprised at the timely accommodation for my request.
We sat down together at the table with her on my right and she placed a chalk slate in front of us.
“Raine, the first thing you must understand is that unlike Portuguese, our language does not have gender. Everyone is referred to as blah. However, objects are referred to with a different pronoun, which we also use for the High Queen.”
[Dear reader, I will not try to teach you the language of the Amazons, so I have replaced the Amazon words with the linguistic placeholder “blah.]
I interrupted her, “the High Queen? I have heard her mentioned before. Who is she?”
“She is our leader,” she replied and then she continued, “now another difference from Portuguese is that our verbs do not have tense. Instead we add a marker before the verb to give it tense. So when you want to say, ‘I walk’, ‘I will run’, or ‘I ran’, you would say, blah.”
“Okay so what is the significance of your white robe and the other women who have them here?”
“We are the queens who attend the king,” she replied, “when you wish to use an article for a noun, you must know its noun class to choose the correct article. Noun classes follow a few general rules, but there are many exceptions.”
“Okay so…. have you always been a king’s attendant, or did you just start when I asked for a teacher?”
“I am a teacher at the nursery, but since I can speak Portuguese, I was chosen for a new role in the king’s house,” she replied. “Now, the three most common noun classes are living things, inanimate things, and abstract things. However, there are seven other noun classes as well which are less common.”
“Okay, were you happy to be reassigned?”
“I’m happy to serve my people and obey the High Queen,” she said diplomatically, “now we will touch on the seven less common noun classes later, but you need to know that you have your own noun class. Your penis, the act of sex with the King, your location, and any furniture or surface you lay on has the blah noun class.”
I was amused at the way she patiently answered my questions but always stayed on her course as a teacher. Her expression was earnest and sincere, and so I felt a little guilty about my distracting questions. It’s just so rare to find someone I can communicate with here. Of course, I really did want to learn their language, so I decided that while she was willing to teach, I should listen. Maybe she would let me question her later.
The lesson continued for an hour or more, and finally I had to stop her because I thought my brain might burst.
“Ishmi, you are unflappable. I need to stop now, I don’t think I can take anything more today,” I told her.
“Very well,” she said.
“Can you take me on a tour of the rest of this building?” I asked, “maybe you could teach me the words for some of the objects that we see.”
“Very well,” she said, and she gathered the slate and chalk under her arm and led me through a door into the next room. It was a kitchen. The walls and floor were covered with white and blue tiles, and one wall was lined with a large trough of water, waist high, with a row of spouts above it that poured continuously into the trough from a channel above.
On the other wall was a long preparation table with knives arranged neatly at the back. In the center of the room was a fire pit, and above the fire pit was a hood which hung from the ceiling by a long stone chimney. I made a mental note to see where the chimney came out next time I was outside the house.
“This is the blah, where we prepare your blah,” she told me. She pointed out the names of the fruit and vegetables which were hanging from baskets above the preparation table.
I followed the path of the trough to where it poured into a deep groove that was cut in the tile floor. It flowed to a square pool at the far side of the room. I saw something moving in the pool, and moving closer to see, I discovered that they were fish swimming in the pool, blocked from the exit buy a metal grate.
“What is this!? Are these your pets?” I asked her.
“No, this is our dinner tonight. We keep them there so that the meat will be freshest when we cook them. The fish we call blah.”
I looked at her to see if she was serious, but then remembered that she did not seem to have a sense of humor. At least in the short time I had known her. I had not yet caught a glimpse of her behind her professional facade.
“Next we will see the workroom. We called this blah.” We passed through the next doorway and entered a large room with a high peaked ceiling. Heavy wooden beams rose from the stone wall and met high in the center. Seven or eight women in white robes were in this room. One sat at a sewing machine, pumping a foot lever to make it spin. Two more unoccupied sewing machines were next to her along the wall. A few of the woman set on gold-colored couches and chairs in conversation in the center of the room. There was paperwork arranged neatly on desks along than other wall. Another wall had cabinets full of linens and silverware and porcelain dishware.
The white-robed women turned to watch us, and one spoke to my teacher. She responded, and then turned to me and said, “would you like to be formally introduced to all of the queens who live here with you to attend you?”
“Please, yes! That would be excellent.”
The women stood up from where they had been sitting and arranged themselves in a line. Ishmi put her hand on the shoulder of the first woman, and said, this is Tlalixtac. Tlalixtac curtsied like I had seen the women do the day before comma and I put my hand out to shake hers. She took my hand with both of her hands and held it gently. *Apparently they don’t shake hands here.* I smiled broadly at her and nodded. Ishmi introduced the rest of them to me in the same way. After the last woman was introduced, they all stood in a semi-circle around me, as if expecting me to say something. I turned to Ishmi and said, “tell them that they have been taking care of me very well and that I have really enjoyed the food that they make.”
Ishmi turned to the women and translated for me. One of them asked a question to Ishmi who then turned to me and said, “they want to know if there is anything that you would like to change about your living arrangements and also if you prefer your eggs boiled, fried, or scrambled.”
I thought for a moment and then told her, “tell them that my living arrangements are perfectly sufficient, and I prefer boiled or scrambled eggs. And thank them for the juice they gave me this morning, because passion fruit is my favorite.”
Ishmi translated for me and a couple of the women “ahhh”-ed in approval.
“Should we continue our tour?” I asked her.
She nodded and then said something to the women who returned to where they had been sitting and resumed their activities.
We passed through another door and beyond it was a hallway. The left side of the hallway was unfinished stone of the cliff wall. On the right side of the hallway was a long row of doors. Ishmi said to me, “these are our apartments.”
I put my hand on the handle of the first door and asked her, “can I look inside?”
“Yes, this is Tlalixtac’s apartment.”
I peeked my head inside and saw a simple dorm room, with a bed in one corner, a desk and a wardrobe against the wall. Hanging on the walls were simple paintings of flowers and scenery, and on the desk was a vase with fresh flowers. Opposite of the door I was looking through there was a window which looked out into the amphitheater, and I could see that the light coming in was colored red from a sunset.
“May I see your room?” I asked Ishmi.
“Yes you may,” she replied.
She led me down the hallway until we had almost reached the end and entered one of the last doors. Her room had similar furniture to Tlalixtac’s, but it was not decorated.
“You just moved in today, didn’t you?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said.
I looked around one more time and then said, “well, is that it?”
“Yes,” she said, “now I will take you back to your room.”
As we walked down the hallway, there was something more that I wanted to ask her. But I was in turmoil about it. The hallway seemed to last forever, but I wanted to ask her before we entered the workroom.
Finally. “Ishmi, does the King serve the attendant queens also?”
She looked at me intently, giving me her full attention. I appreciated that though she might sometimes bit of a wet blanket, she listened to me and seems to care about what I said.
“Yes,” she replied, “it is allowed.”
“Can I ask you a favor then?”
“Ask me.”
“Can I sleep with you in your apartment tonight?”
She continued to stare at me intently, considering my question but not betraying her thoughts with any change of facial expression.
“Yes,” she replied, “I would allow this.”
Relief flooded my mind and I gushed, “thank you so much Ishmi!”
She turned to the door, opened it, and led me through the next two rooms and into my room. There was a new bowl of fruit on the table, a new pitcher of juice, and my bed was freshly made.
“Thank you for teaching me and taking me on the tour, Ishmi,” I said to her.
“Yes, Raine,” she replied, and she then turned and went back through the door into the kitchen.
I sat on the bed. Ishmi had given me more real personal attention and interaction than I have had in what felt like ages. I wondered what she was like when she was not working. What did she look like when she laughed? What would it feel like to be the one who makes her laugh?
I was in a thoughtful mood as I sat on my bed staring out the window. Soft light came through and filled the room with a magical ambiance as it reflected off the floor onto the ceiling. Two pairs of women were coming along a path that followed the base of the cliff that was the back of the amphitheater. I watched their stride and the way they held themselves. They were regal, with straight posture and fluid movements. It is appropriate that they call themselves queens.
*What privilege do I have as a king? My physical needs are well taken care of. And obviously I have been given a role and a purpose here. But what control do I have over my own life? Any woman I walked past may gesture with her finger up in between her legs and then I am a captive again until she has had her way with me. But there is some control I feel when I can create pleasure for them. Why did the doctor discourage me from doing that? I forget. Something about it distracting from my duties. Well, everyone needs a hobby… If my duty is to serve semen, then my hobby can be to serve pleasure.*
I got up from the bed then decided to go for another walk. The guards were standing outside the door still. They did not ask me for a second round of service, so I passed them unhindered. I went out to the amphitheater again and visited two more tents, serving the occupants inside before I returned to my room for supper.
Two women with white robes were waiting in my room when I returned. They asked me with hand motions, saying the word that I had learned earlier for food, if I wanted to eat. I did not answer the question, but instead asked for Ishmi.
One of them turned into the doorway and called for her. She came out a minute later.
“Yes, Raine?” she asked.
“When do you guys eat? Can we eat together at my table?” I asked her.
She turned to the other two and translated for me and they spoke briefly. She said, “I have already eaten, but these two, Tilquiapa and Tlayuda will sit and eat with you.”
“Okay wonderful. Thank you.”
All three of them vanished through the door to the kitchen and then Tilquiapa and Tlayuda returned with plates of food for all of us. They stood and waited until I sat down, and then they sat with me. One on the end of the table to my right any other across from me.
They watched me expectantly to take the first bite. When I did so, they picked up their forks and begin to eat as well.
I pointed to the boiled bananas and said, “blah?”
Tlayuda and Tilquiapa smiled nodding and repeating the word. I held up my fork and asked them what it was with my facial expression.
“blah,” they told me.
The conversation carried on like this while we ate until everything was identified and I had repeated it all a couple of times. After that, there was silence as we ate and had nothing left to speak about. I enjoyed watching them eat. Their faces were beautiful and their mouths delicate as they spooned the rice and beans in. Tilquiapa said something to Tlayuda and then they both laughed.
I decided to teach them my name. I pointed to my chest and said, “Sam.”
Tlayuda repeated it, “Sam, Raine.”
I nodded. Tilquiapa mouthed it after her, “Sam, Raine.”
I wanted to ask them so much more. How long have they lived in this house? Did they enjoy the role of being my attendants? Why were they not asking me to serve them? Who made this food? Can I see the rest of the city? What is the history of this city? Have they ever been outside the city?
But instead, I watched them eat and listened to their quiet chatter as they ate with me. It was nice to sit with them, even if the discussion was limited to the level of a two-year-old’s.
When we had finished eating, I took my plate and I patted their arms and said thank you in Portuguese. They seemed to understand and nodded in return. They took the dishes and left.
I was alone again and the light outside my window was warm and growing dim. I decided to see who was outside my door in the courtyard.
The guards had changed and there were two different women sitting there. They were playing a game with stones in the dirt. They stopped when I stepped out into the courtyard, but I motioned for them to continue and stepped over to watch them.
The two women were playing with some competitive enthusiasm and would playfully shove each other when one would make a good move to the other’s disadvantage. I smiled at their antics and watched the game, trying to decipher the rules.
After about 10 minutes, I thought I had an idea of how to play. When they finished, I stepped forward and motioned that I wanted to play also. One of the guards stepped back so I can play with the other, and the game commenced. They would laugh when I did something wrong, and sometimes the woman who was not playing would jump in and correct my mistake or give me a look if she saw that I was making a bad move. They were a lively pair and I had great fun with them.
I was not surprised, when we finished that the guard who had not been playing dropped her armored skirt and stood in front of me, bending over with her legs spread and her ass in the air. Her face and arms were down by the patch of dirt where we were playing the game. She looked over her shoulder up at me, said, “rashithra,”and then pointed up between her legs.
I did not resent her for this because I have enjoyed her company and was happy to give her the benefit she received from my seed. Her shapely ass was filling my view as I sat where we had been playing, with her long labia dangling between her legs. It only took a half a second before I was hard.
She was not aroused, and so I had to work myself into her. The walls of her pussy were clammy and sticky, and the friction made it hard to get inside. I pulled out, spit on my fingers and then tried to spread it around her opening. After a minute I was inside, and my own juices slowly made things slippery. She made no acknowledgement of my being inside of her as she and her companion started a new game in the dirt. I took hold of her hips and slid out slowly, enjoying the grip along the length of my cock. I watched the skin of her pussy try to follow as I pulled out, distending a little as if it was reluctant to let go of a hug.
*I must not disturb her gameplay,* I thought to myself, so I worked in and out of her slowly, trying not to bump her and focusing on the feelings growing inside the head of my penis. It did not take long before I reached a climax and pushed deep into her, pumping out my cum and filling the space around her cervix.
When my spasms had finished, I pulled out, and she lowered herself to the ground, resting on her side so that she could continue her game with her companion.
Before my erection could fade, I walked around the game in the dirt to the other guard. I lifted her up, undid her skirt and let it fall to her feet. She bent forward to receive me, and still wet from her companion, I slid into her easily. Pumping in and out, my erection returned to full strength. I tried to ignore the game that was going on in front of us, trying not to get involved in their strategies. I focused again on the feeling going growing in my penis, and before long I had filled her with seed as well.
She lowered herself to the ground and laid on her side, propping herself up by her elbow. I watched her pick up one of the pieces to move it, and realizing that there was a better move, I scolded her and pointed to the other piece and showed her where it should go. She took my advice, dealt her opponent a fatal blow, and I earned a glare from the defeated player.
The guards lit lanterns and hung them on hooks in the wall of the courtyard, and I spent the rest of the evening playing the game with my two friends.
Finally, I decided that I was tired and I said goodbye and returned to my room. I looked at my freshly made bed and remembered that Ishmi had agreed to let me sleep in her room. I considered the possibility of getting in trouble for wandering around the house unescorted, unsure of my place. But the thought of spending the night alone when I had an invitation was enough to give me courage to find my way back to Ishmi’s room. I passed into the kitchen which was empty. Glowing red coals flickered in the hearth in the center of the room. I passed into the workroom. Three women were sitting on the couches in the center, knitting lace, and one was writing at the desk along the wall. Ishmi was not among them, nor Tilquiapa or Tlayuda. The women looked up at me with surprise, and I smiled but kept walking with purpose. They said nothing and I passed out of the room. The hallway was dark, and my feet made faint patterning echoes down the length of the hall, the sound bouncing off of the stone walls. All the doors looked the same, and I stood before the one I thought was hers and questioned my memory. As I reached to knock, the door opened and Ishmi looked out at me.
“Raine, you are here.”
“Hi, it’s me. Yes.”
“Come in,” she said as she stepped aside. “Are you ready for sleep now?”
Honestly, my heart was pumping wildly, and my blood was full of adrenaline, but I nodded yes to her.
“I must wash you before you come to my bed,” she said.
On the other side of the window from her bed there was a large basin next to a table and chair. On the table were two pitchers of water. She led me to the basin and had me sit down with my feet in the water. She washed my feet and my calves, pouring the water over them, rubbing them with soap, and then rinsing them. She handed me a linen towel before she turned toward bed and pulled off her white gown in one fluid motion over her head.
I dried my feet and then crawled into bed next to her.
We laid on our sides facing each other, and I saw in her face a quiet calm confidence which was in contrast to the state of my heart.
“Ishmi, why do the attendants not ask me to serve them?”
Her voice was quiet just above a whisper. “It is allowed,” she said.
I moved my body closer to her and pressed into her. Her breasts touched the hair on my chest and her soft stomach brushed the hair on my stomach. She lifted her leg and hooked her foot around my leg, resting her knee on my thigh.
“All of you are very patient then,” I added.
“We know that it will happen in time. It is a great honor and benefit to live with the king. Our purpose is to make the king strong, so that he can make our people strong. Too much serving can make you weak, so we do not want to demand more than you can bear.”
“What is the benefit for you? My seed.” I asked her.
She did not reply but put her mouth to mine and slid her hand into my hair. My body shivered at her affection. I had not felt this for so long. I pulled her body tighter to mine, my hand on her back. I felt her perfectly smooth skin sliding under my hand in the dip next to her spine. She kissed me with a firm intensity. Her movements were not frantic, but her desire was fully established in her movement, and it was flowing warmly out from her with rich, spiced pheromones. I breathed in her breath as I kissed her, my desire mirrored hers, and our need for each other was a wildly undamped system, our touch finding resonance and growing without hindrance. I am a scientist, after all.
My erection was pressed against her abdomen, and a stream of pre cum was flowing down her waist to her hip. She reached between us and took hold of my cock and rubbed the pre cum around the head. Then she lifted her leg and set it across mine and guided my cock between her legs. She set it at the entrance of her pussy, and then I pushed my hips up, sliding into her slowly and gently. As I did so, she sighed sweetly into my mouth.
Laying on our sides facing each other, we moved our hips as a pair of ballroom dancers, our bodies sliding together and through each other. My hands touched every part of her back and her sides, exploring the nape of her neck and the side of her face as well. I could feel myself growing harder and harder, the orgasm reaching an edge, but instead of falling over, it moved along the edge. When I felt it teetering, about to take the plunge, I wrapped one arm around her back squeezed her chest to me and put the other hand against the Venus dimples on her back, pulling her into my hips and so pushing my cock as deep into her as I could.
“Sam, Raine. Oh!”
Her body shook and went tense in my arms. Her mouth was pressed to mine but she had forgotten to kiss and just breathed deeply over my lips, slow exhale with a deep Amazon queen’s groan. I released the pressure on her hips, pulled out almost to the entrance of her pussy and then pushed in deep again. She groaned again, louder. The pressure surrounding my cock was almost unbearable in its stimulation. Hardly noticing my own voice, I was matching her tone and inflection with my own groans. I pulled out and pushed into her twice more, until she went limp in my arms, and I loosened my strong embrace. She pulled her mouth from mine and rested her head on the bed, her eyes closed, and her panting slowed to a deep sleep breathing.
I traced my finger from her temple down her cheek to her jaw, and then across her jaw to her sweet lips. I dragged it gently up her nose and then pushed my fingers into her hair and softly scratched her scalp. She moaned quietly and continued her deep breathing.
I was still inside of her, but as my erection faded, it slowly pulled away and then fell from her entrance. The air on my wet penis felt cold compared to her warmth.
I soon fell asleep also, inhaling her breath with every one of my own breaths. Throughout the night I would wake up when she would shift her body, pulling her hand across my chest or resting it on my stomach, or camping it on the side of my face. My hand was on her as well, often grasping a breast or lying on her rib cage.
“Sam, Raine,” a woman’s voice intruded on my dream, and I woke to see the faint outline of Ishmi’s face still in front mine. The room was dark.
“Sam, Raine, I cannot sleep. Your touch and your proximity. I want rashithra again.”
She hooked her leg over my thigh again and reached between us to take hold of my quickly growing cock. She stroked it a couple times and then pulled her hips to mine, placing the head at the entrance again. She was sloppy wet, and I felt no resistance as I slid into her again.
I had been deeply asleep, and as we made love, I was only half awake, drifting in and out of dreams.
Ishmi, on the other hand, was very awake and she worked her hips on me, exploring every square centimeter of my cock with the lips of her pussy.
Before long, she pushed my shoulder to the side so that I was lying on my back. She climbed on top of my hips and shoved me inside of her while laying on my chest. She slid her arms under my armpits and behind my back and kissed my neck and cheeks while she ground her pubic bone across mine, her stomach sliding across my abdomen.
As my excitement grew, I woke up more and reached around her back to mirror her embrace. I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her deeply as I rocked my hips to her rhythm, pushing into her when she rotated back. When she would grind her hips up, the tip of my penis would almost reach the exit of her pussy, and we would both savor the electricity that coursed between us as she pulled me inside her again, sliding the full depth of her cunt. But there was a danger of falling out if she was too greedy in this depth game, so I would tip my hips forward to stay inside of her when I felt that there was about to be no more contact between us.
Her passion released deep groans into my mouth, and soon she was quivering in my arms as she lost control to an orgasm. She stilled so I picked up the rhythm with my own thrusting, pushing into the bed with my feet for leverage and arching my back slightly so that I could continue the piston movements of my swollen member through the swollen lips of hers.
Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead as I was sandwiched between the bed and her body, straining my muscles to capture every possible pleasure in the contact between us.
When her shaking stopped, she lifted her chest, bracing her hands against my chest. I leaned my head forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, holding her swinging breast in my hand. She took over grinding into me again. I held her nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue and biting it gently. She ground harder into me, and her moans had a needy edge, betraying her desperation for more release.
I too felt desperation growing in me, and the feeling of the walls of her pussy grasping at my cock like a hungry animal was insatiable. Soon the animal was rewarded with its prey, as I let loose pulse after pulse. We lay together, breathing heavily in each other’s arms and soon fell back to sleep.
We awoke again with a morning glow that lit up the room and highlighted little spots of dust that danced in midair.
Ishmi removed her hand from where it had been resting between our stomachs, rolled to her back, stretched, and yawned loudly.
She sat up, put feet over the edge of the bed and said to me, “Raine, Sam. Let me wash you.” She walked to the tub of water, and I followed her. She took a linen cloth and wiped at the dried fluids between my legs, on my balls, and around the base of my cock.
She smiled and hummed a happy song as she cleaned me.
She looked between her legs and saw that her pubic hair was matted and caked with dried sex juices as well. “Let me wash you now,” I said to her.
She beamed at me with a brilliant smile and said, “you have given me two rashithra. I feel stronger than the High Queen. You cannot give me anything more than this.”
I looked at her and saw that she seemed be glowing, and I thought to myself, *she does seem to be renewed in a way that seems deeper than I can understand. What is this essence they claim that I have?*
“Ishmi, watch me.”
I knelt in front of her where she was squatting. I took the linen cloths from her hands and dunked them in the water, squeezing them a few times and dunked them again. I reached between her legs and rubbed the cloth softly in her hair to wet the crusty dried semen. The lips of her pussy were firm and full, stretched tight in her squatting position. She was resting her hands upon her knees, and her feet were flat on the floor. She watched me work with fascination, bending her head forward to peer between her legs.
I re-wet the cloth a few times to fill it with clean water, until her pubic hair was clean. Drips of water fell from the wet hair into a small pool between her feet.
She lifted her face to look at me, and still beaming like the sun, she said, “I am nearly drunk with your essence. I feel so powerful and light. Come, there will be breakfast waiting for you in your room.”
She practically danced to the door and held it open for me.
As we walked to my room, through the workroom and the kitchen, she was virtually giddy as she chattered to me about the things we saw as we walked. Her speech was a mix of her language and Portuguese, and I struggled to follow the conversation. She told me about how she had been given the task of going to the outside city to buy the sewing machines, but she only had gold with which to buy it, so she found an old woman who was a pawnbroker who would trade it for cash. And the couch in the center of the room was made by two of her friends who are carpenters on the other side of this city. And Tilquiapa hates the smell of fish, and though she is the best cook, she will only cook on days when they are serving no fish.
We passed a few women who watched us out of the corner of their eyes but tried not to acknowledge us. In my room two more women were waiting with breakfast at the table. It was set for 4.
“Are we eating together?” I asked with delight.
“Yes,” she said. “We have understood that this pleases you.”
“Indeed it does,” I replied.
As we ate, Ishmi explained to me that there were 5 women who were off of the drink waiting for me outside the door in the courtyard to serve them.
“Are they going to want me to do it in the ferns outside?”
“No, you may bring them inside if you wish.”
“And do they expect privacy?”
She raised an eyebrow at me and said, “why would they expect privacy?”
“I don’t know…” I felt sheepish, not sure why my question was so stupid. “Okay.”
The three attendant women had a conversation in their own language while I finished my breakfast and wondered at what the day would be like. I felt like this is my first full day on the job.
Ishmi turned to me and said, “the rest of your attendants have asked me if you will rotate between each of their rooms night by night.”
A piece of food caught in my throat and I coughed. It took me a moment to clear my throat, and I eyes were watering from the effort.
I was reluctant to say yes, because I had such a nice time with Ishmi. But I did not know if Ishmi was feeling the same way as I was, and I wanted to sleep in her room every night. I considered whether I could experience the same closeness with all these attendants. Would they all have the same openness and enthusiasm?
“Sure, but is that okay with you?”
“Yes. It would not be good for me to be drunk every day.”
So I told her I agreed.
When I had finished breakfast, I went out to the courtyard and saw the five women who were waiting for me there. They had not been idle while they waited, and they were all in various positions of repose, pleasuring themselves and each other. I was instantly aroused at the scene before me and invited them into my room. Three of the women filled my bed and the rest sat at the table. I served each one, and the attendants provided me with the drink in between. The eagerness the women showed was arousing enough that I may not have needed much of the drink. I was finished in about an hour, and then scattered about my room were 5 women, laying on their backs with their knees in the air and semen leaking out from between their legs.
Ishmi set the bowl of fruit and juice on the table and told me, “the others will be waiting by the fountain after lunch. You should rest now.”
I took a mango and a cup of guava banana juice and sat on the only space left for me to sit on my bed, a small patch on the corner.
I turned to Ishmi and asked her, “can I sit in the workroom to eat?”
Without stopping her work as she divided out fruit onto little plates for the rest of the women who were in the room with us, she nodded yes to me.
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Continued on [Part 6](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymgf0l/shared_property_the_king_of_the_amazons_part_66/?)
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