Accor overrun by Ceno's army.

The fantasy that captures your mind is both vivid and intense, so real that it is hard to remember that you are not back on your island home.

You stand trembling at the foot of the golden throne of Accor, your broken sword lies at your feet, while another is pressed between the valley between your golden breasts. The blade belongs to Prince Ceno, the handsome young prince that led his fleet from Deni straight to the Amazon Palace. With his long flowing golden hair and clear blue eyes, this warrior looks every bit the descendent of the Icemen of the far north. This brilliant strategist had just led a large army of muscular Nordic warriors through your city, fighting their way into the throne room despite the desperate efforts of your strongest warriors. Perhaps most shocking of all, the bold warrior-prince had called you out and before both his people and your Sisters he had bested you in relentless display of swordsmanship.

For most Queens, the sight of an invading army of barbarian would be terrifying. For most Queens, having a Nordic prince pressing his blade against her chest would make her tremble with fear. Most Queens were weak, frail, vulnerable, their soft bodies the prize taken by their conquerors. You, however, are not like most Queens. You are an Amazon, as were your Sisters who now kneel defeated at the feet of these Nordic icemen; and though you are trembling, it isn't out of fear.

"You win, Prince Ceno," you breath out in a mix of shock and arousal. "Your army has bested my Sisters, just as you defeated me." These are words that you never thought you would ever speak, not even in the darkest of nightmares. But in this unrelenting fantasy, you are able to speak clearly so every man and woman in the throne-room can hear. "I thank you, your Highness, for the great effort you and your troops have taken to ensure that my subjects have stayed alive. What is it that you hope to achieve?" In your feverous imagination, you can think of only one reason these barbarian warriors were so careful not to damage you or your Sisters.

Ceno smirks and drags the tip of his blade down your breastplate and over the curve of your hip until the edge of the sharp blade is skimming along the bare flesh of your thigh. "To prove ourselves to the Sisters of Accor." The merchant prince starts as if he is preparing to make a sale. "To prove that the men of Deni are worthy of the beautiful women of Accor."

You picture yourself blushing deeply even as you try to look offended, "Young Prince, you well know that it is the Amazons that deliver the challenges, not hopeful men, furthermore, to challenge the entire Queendom ..." you scoff. "I admire your ambition, but honestly, do you really think that my proud Sisters will willingly spread their legs just because you defeated us on our fair island?"

Ceno chuckles then steps aside so that in your wild fantasy you see your sister's reaction to their sudden defeat. All around the throne room, you see your Amazon warriors in various states of submission. Some kneeling on the ground as a Nordic man towers over them, more than a few have their arms pinned behind them as their captors run their hands over their bodies and still others find themselves pressed back against the marble columns of the palace.

The image of your loyal subjects pinned to the flower-covered walls of the throne-room each with a man of Deni standing between their spread legs makes you moan softly in spite of your attempt to remain impassive. In your fantasy you cannot help but marvel at the way these once proud Amazons look up at the barbarian conquerors with large doe eyes. Everyone in the throne room is intensely aroused, and you become acutely aware of the tell-tale juices dripping down your inner thigh.

Suddenly, you feel your breastplate falling from your body. As you were distracted by the fate of your subjects Ceno has worked his way behind you and is skillfully stripping you naked. "It looks to me like that is exactly what they want," he purrs into your ear.

Disoriented and vulnerable, you lick your lips and shiver as the young Prince finishes disrobing you until you are wearing nothing but the sandals strapped around your toned calves. Confused and very aroused, you turn to your shield-sisters to see how they are reacting to Ceno's mastery of your young body. On your right, Thea is shivering in Rafail's firm grasp, her small breasts completely swallowed up by the man's strong hands. The handsome Rider had already fully undressed the petite Amazon, and Thea appears to be waiting for your permission to surrender to the man. On your left, you see the topless Orithyia running her hands over Alex's bare chest, her full breasts swinging freely as the proud warrior pulls her in for a kiss.

Slowly you turn to Ceno, who is now just as bare as you. "They want this," he murmurs while stroking your face tenderly. "You just need to show them that it is okay." Ceno then grabs a handful of your thick raven hair, no longer nearly as gentle as he pulls you in for a deep kiss. Giving into the bazaar fantasy you allow this conquering prince to plunder your mouth with a kiss that you eagerly return. Strange, this feels awfully real for a fantasy.

Shortly after your lips meet, you hear the sounds of your Sister's moans as they give in to the Icemen's advances. After a few heated kisses, Ceno pulls his lips from yours and settles on your throne his manhood proudly erect as it rises from his loins.

You mock a gasp, "Ceno, for a man to sit on the throne of the Amazons."

"Are you going to remove me?" he asks playfully stroking his massive cock.

You smirk and approach with a slight sway in your step. "No," you purr, "I think I'll let you stay." You then add a statement that in real life would surely send the majority of your Sisters into a mutinous uproar, "I believe Aries always intended for Accor to have a king."

You then turn your back to him and slowly lower yourself onto his lap, so you find yourself in the same position in this fantasy as you were in Laoda's tent, though in a sitting position instead of spooning. Ceno's fingers are tugging at your nipple and his teeth nipping at your neck and see his fingers parting your virgin sex to make way for the head of his cock.

"Are you planning on giving the throne to me, then?" he asks playfully.

You giggle and reach back over your shoulder to lightly brush his cheek, "No, but I may be willing to share it with you."

Ceno chuckles easily catching your hand in his and plants a kiss on your wrist. "I wouldn't have it any other way." With that, he pushed your hips down. You close your eyes and let out a wordless gasp as Ceno's cock head spreads you open, followed by a few cute squeaks as his mushroom tip slides upwards into your untouched body with surprising ease.

"Ceno!" you mew, craning your neck so you can look back at the young Prince with heavily lidded eyes, "It's…So big!"

Ceno gasps against your lips and tightens his grip in your dark hair. "Xira…I love you."

You let out another squeak, this one louder and needier than the others. You could feel a man's member sliding deeper and deeper into your body, stretching out your vagina open and filling the entryway of your hot, moist tunnel. Soon, you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your virginity like a spear ready to strike.

Eager to be broken-in by the man that you loved, you gulp and brace for the telling jab. "I…love you too, Ceno-OH YES!"

You shiver, not from the pain of having your hymen pierced but by the intense amount of pleasure you felt afterward. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The sheer amount of pleasure you felt, is almost mind-breaking, and it only gets better as Ceno starts to move his hips. It feels like billions of tiny little fingers are tickling the inside of your womanhood, each one finding a G-spot that you had no idea existed. It's intoxicating, so addictive, so…so…real?!