Queen Akana prepares herself for her captive, a barbarian that many claim to be invincible. Her aids adorn her with a golden, gem encrusted crown with accents of colorful feathers. They wrap strings of polished gems from her prized collection around her waist. Placed carefully around her neck, a fringe necklace shimmered with its intricate combination of gold, sapphire, and emerald triangles. She selects a vibrant green silk cloth with intricate patterns to wrap around her hips, thinly cascading down her front and rear, revealing her slender legs and alluring thighs. Despite her aides repeating the rumors of the barbarian’s thirst for conquest, Akana refused to cover her exposed breasts. She insists on making a statement, standing before the horde's leader, making him submit to her without a show of armor and weapons. Behind her back, they say she is vulnerable, exposing herself to their enemy, inviting the beast of a man to ravage her and insult their kingdom. Akana doesn’t submit so easily to animals.

Two of her best soldiers, hulking men armed with obsidian swords and gold armor, escort her to her throne room. As Akana arrives, she peers around the corner to see a long, blonde-haired, impossibly muscular man, standing stoically as two soldiers stand guard at his side. One of her soldiers reports they bound his arms behind his back and if she wishes, they will strike him down upon any insult. She waves off the request as she leans against a pillar, admiring the chiseled prisoner. She feels an uncontrollable warmth rise within her as she gazes at the man in her control. Her soldiers stripped him down to a loincloth to weaken and humiliate him. Akana notices his proud stature, hiding any insult the soldiers attempted as he waits for her. He doesn’t appear embarrassed; he seems proud of his scars and his intimidatingly massive build. Akana can feel his confidence. She knows he can see her from the corner of his eye, yet he refuses to look at her. 

Akana composes herself, fighting a burning desire to touch him, refusing to listen to the primal urges she trained herself to ignore. She saunters toward him, stopping within reach of him. His immense size doesn’t intimidate her, as she looks up into his blue-gray eyes. The barbarian doesn’t look down at her. 

Leif doesn’t look down at her because he feels it would be insulting to gawk at a nearly naked woman. He stares forward at the carved wood and gold throne to make sure his eyes don’t drift where they shouldn’t. He heard of Queen Akana’s beauty; her healthy curves, piercing hazel-gold eyes, onyx black hair, and powerful presence. From the corner of his eye, he sees a triangular necklace hanging from the base of her neck pointing down between her breasts. He clears his throat as he feels the queen examine his body. A soldier behind him prods him with a spear, shouting something in a language he doesn’t understand.

“He demands you look at your queen,” Akana says.

Lief looks down and fully comprehends the beauty he had only heard about it. Her dark skin glistens with a reflection of the surrounding torches. Her soft, large red lips hold back her true feelings about his people. He sees the jewels that adorn her body, layering around her hip and ankles. The cloth that covers her teases her womanly shape, exposing her powerful thighs and legs. If they were in his kingdom, they would have mighty children, he thinks. He chuckles at the thought.

“Am I amusing?” Akana angrily asks.

Lief smiles, returning his focus to the throne in front of him. “No, I was thinking about our roles being reversed. You're standing where I am.”

Akana walks around him, eyeing his broad shoulders, his tightly bound hands and firm ass. She motions for the guards to leave. Both promptly hesitate, shaking their heads in protest. Akana gives them a fiery look and aggressively points to the exit of the hall. She looks around Leif at her personal bodyguard near the throne, motioning for him to leave as well. Without question, he obeys his queen.

Akana asks as she pokes at Lief’s arm, feeling a raised scar, “What would you do if you were in my position?”

Leif stands taller and answers, “I would have more respect and leave you unbound. I’m not here to harm anyone. I surrendered without violence. Perhaps you should consider me a guest and not an enemy.”

Akana wishes the circumstances were different. She thinks about her previous suitors. Scrawny politicians looking for power. Men with agendas who would stab her in the back as soon as they could. She scoffs as she thinks about the men who would abuse her body until it no longer suited their lustful, misguided urges. Akana needs an heir on her terms, and so far, none of the suitors from other kingdoms could keep up with her insatiable hunger for pleasure without selfish gains. Many of them had accidents upon their dismissal from her great hall. Many disappeared after ill thought disagreements and false promises. None of them had backbone, common sense, or mettle.

Leif watches Akana, his presumed sworn enemy, the vile temptress his people warned him about, run her fingers across his chest. She feels his many healed wounds, expecting her magic to course through them, enchanting him, forcing him into submission. Rather, her smooth, tender caress arouses his senses. He smells her sweet, perfumed hair. The heat of her hands penetrates the hardness of his body, causing his heart to race with anticipation as she glides from one scar to another. He never felt a woman touch him with such intent and curiosity before. The primal part of his brain expects a knife to end him at any moment, but logic tells him she has other plans.

Akana ends her circling of the hulking man. She studies his bound hands, noting his rough palms, wondering what they might feel like traveling over on her smooth skin. The other men who graced her presence never fought battles or built anything aside from their egos. They craved her image, molesting her with their looks. Leif refuses to look at her, which annoys and tempts her. He shows little reaction to her touch, and it drives her mad with curiosity.

“Do you have a woman?” Akana asks.

“No,” Leif answers flatly. “My people are my priority.”

Akana faces him. “Your people don’t allow you to have pleasure?” She scoffs. “Such a sad existence.”

Lief smiles while keeping his gaze forward. “I never said anything about a lack of pleasure. You asked if I had a woman.”

Akana bows playfully. “Forgive me.” She plays with her necklace, rubbing the gems between her fingers. “Do you have any heirs to your kingdom?”

Leif looks down at her, puzzled by her inquisition. He watches her purse her lips as she locks eyes with him. He answers, “No. It has been difficult to find a woman who,” he looks back towards the throne, avoiding her wickedly alluring and intoxicating beauty. He fights an uncontrollable arousal, driven by her confident stature and unexpected lack of clothing. He clears his throat, completing his thought, “a woman who can meet my needs.”

Akana raises an eyebrow. “What kind of needs does someone like you crave? I wasn’t aware your people had any other need than simple procreation.”

Leif takes a deep breath, ignoring the insulting jab. He huffs. “You think we are simple?” He shifts his stance, relaxing as he intensely studies the queen's eyes. Leif explains, “I want a woman who isn’t afraid of being tossed around a bit.” He chuckles, then continues, “I desire someone who will let me pleasure her until her legs shiver with uncontrollable rapture. I want to taste her honey until it’s pouring down my face. I don’t desire simple procreation,” Leif mocks her words, then continues with an earnest honesty, “I desire someone I can worship with unbridled yearning and ecstatic hunger. I want a woman who will return my thirst for passion, who won’t hesitate to make me see paradise through her eyes and touch.” 

Akana swallows hard. She imagines him throwing her on the bed, taking her as he pleases, making her scream with delightful, joyous pleasure. Akana reaches up to her neck, feeling her warm skin radiate from a withheld pensive longing for someone to make her feel alive again. She softly asks with a wavering hope, “Who wouldn’t want that?”

Leif shook his head. “People are afraid of me. I’m a beast, so say your people and mine.” He returned to looking at the throne. “I serve only one purpose, despite my yearning for someone to devote themselves to me, and I to them. I’m only meant for brutality.”

Akana instructs him, “Follow me.” 

She leads him down a torch-lit hall as her bodyguard follows. Akana opens an ornate gold door that exposes a richly adorned room filled with tapestries, silk curtains, intricately woven rugs, luxurious linens on a large carved wooden bed, and a crimson padded chaise. She snaps her fingers at her bodyguard, who promptly turns to guard the door. 

Lief meanders to a balcony, looking out over the dimly lit city beneath the palace. He feels Akana untie his hands as he takes in the full moon highlights of the distant step pyramids. Once the rope drops to the ground, he turns to face a pensive, cautious Akana. Her chest rises and falls with deep concentrated breaths. Leif admires her round breasts, long black hair, and shapely thighs. He forgets about sworn enemies, pacts, and viciousness..

“Why do you surrender yourself to me?” Akana asks from a distance.

Leif reminds himself how his people treated him. While he is a leader, it’s because people fear him. The fear created rumors. The rumors controlled his life. His life became a lie and any hope of trying to be something else became an unattainable dream. So why stay? Rather than admit defeat, not wanting to show weakness, he asks as he steps forward, “Why did you release me? Are you not afraid of me?” 

“I’m not afraid of you,” Akana sternly responds. “I have been waiting for this day. I am not your enemy, but your queen.” Akana knew Leif had enough of fighting. She heard her soldiers talk about his long trek to surrender himself to her. He claimed he was ready to settle as a lonely farmer or do whatever Akana asked of him. She wanted more from him, knowing of his intellect and prowess, and unbridled strength. Akana recalls his passionate cravings, offering, “Submit yourself to me and I will give you all of me.”

Leif towers over her, not sensing fright, but longing and ache for compassion and empathy. He is sick of fighting a misunderstood enemy. He is tired of leading men to their doom for reasons he doesn’t agree to. Leif submits for himself. He submits for hope that he too can feel alive again.

Akana watches her adversary kneel before her. She steps forward, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Do you submit to your queen?”

Leif looks up, nodding. 

Akana smiles, brushing her hair behind her ear, and says, “Good.”

“I want to worship you,” Leif says as he reaches out, caressing her thigh.

Akana lets out a bated breath as his firm hands glide up her body. She struggles to speak. “How would you worship me?”

Leif unties the green silk cloth in front of her, dropping it to the ground. “Like this,” he says as his hand brushes over her swollen mound. He listens to her breath as he moves around, waiting for what he wants most. “Sit here,” he demands, pointing to the chaise nearby. 

Akana obliges, leaning back as Lief spreads her legs. Gentle waves of excitement overwhelm her with every flick of his tongue until they turn into thrilling, delightful pulses. He grabs her hips and presses his tongue against her, hungry for the honey he desires. She squeezes her legs together as she grasps his hair, trying her best to deny him his complete satisfaction. Leif holds her legs apart, diving back into her, pressing himself against her, feeling her shiver with an intense reluctance. Akana’s legs shake with fury as she groans, refusing to let go, despite his lapping and flicking. The intensity grows as he lifts her hips up. The rising pleasure vibrates through her bones as her body shakes with orgasmic delectation. She relishes in his moans as she spills over into his mouth. She screams with an overjoyed fervor, arching her back as Leif lifts her up further, exposing her to an otherworldly climax. Akana laughs, feeling what she felt was gone forever. The zeal for existence overwhelms her as Leif lowers her down, appraising his work as he wipes his face with a gleeful smile. 

Akana sits up, yanking Leif’s loincloth down, exposing his massive, swollen erection. She pauses, unsure of what to do, having never seen anyone so well endowed before. She reaches for him, stroking him, feeling his warmth in the palms of her hand. Akana wants him inside her, but fears what intensity would come from it. She questions her ability to withstand the girth he presents her, however it riles her up knowing what it could do.

Leif watches Akana study him as she handles his rock hard cock. She looks up at him, attempting to ask something, but nothing comes out of her mouth. She stands up, walks over to the bed, and leans over.  

“Take me, don’t hold back,” she commands him.

Leif caresses her ass as she looks back at him with hungry eyes. He teases her by rubbing the tip of his dick across her swollen lips before sliding in. He slowly pushes, listening to her gasp with joy as he fills her up. As she presses into him more he feels her tight grip around him.  Leif grabs her hips and slowly pushes into her, causing her to moan with an enthusiastic plea for more. He worries he is hurting her. 

“I gave you an order,” Akana reminds him. “Don’t hold back, fuck your queen. Worship me, surrender to me.” 

Leif tilts his head and nods, “As you wish.”

Akana feels scintillations of electric ecstasy course through her as Leif holds on to her hips as he pounds into her. She feels him pulse within her as his engorged cock plunges deep. Her focus changes as Lief grabs onto her shoulders, pulling her into him as he increases his speed. His cock grows more inside her. It pushes into sensations she didn’t know she had. She begs him to cum, demanding he releases himself into her. Leif’s hands grab her tits as he pumps which sends Akana over the edge a second time. She lets out a gratifying moan as the pressure within her rises higher. She feels him lose the fight to withhold as he erupts inside her, sharply pumping into her with every release, pushing her into an elated rhapsodic scream of intense pleasure. Akana falls to the bed, trembling with joy as Leif struggles to remain standing.

Leif steps back as she rolls over, wrapping herself up in linens as she giggles with delight. He basks in her beauty, admiring her as she shakes with uncontrollable gratification. Akana tosses the linens aside and sits up, leaning on her knees, giving him a sly, suggestive smile. 

“Come, lie with me,” Akana beckons him.  

Lief lies down next to her, wrapping her in his arms, wondering what his people would think about bedding a sorceress; perhaps bewitched by her spell.

Akana feels his heart beating as rubs his chest, wondering what her people would think of a barbarian king and their eventual heir.

Both drift into thoughts of fulfilling one another's desires, building their insatiable lust for one another, prepared to live how they want and not how others demand.