Laoda tries to convince the King to let the Amazons dock on his shores.

On the balcony overlooking the garden, the priestess of Aphrodite watched Xira and Duncan with a warm smile on her lips. She had been keeping an eye on Xira from afar to make sure the young Queen didn’t get into any trouble, while at the same time giving her plenty of space. As she watched the couple, Laoda rested her dainty elbows on the stone balcony and perked out her lovely rump. She could feel the men and woman of the room eyeing her soft and curvy body, and she loved every moment of it.

A short time later, she heard the sounds of footsteps coming from behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled when she saw the King of Mirantia walking towards her with a glass of red wine in his hand. Laoda let out a soft purr and turned to face him, leaning back against the railing in a pose that ensured that the King saw all of her curves.

King Malcolm smiled back at Laoda and handed her the glass. “My aide tells me that you wish to speak with me, Miss Laoda,” said Malcolm as he leaned against the railing next to her.

Laoda takes a quick glance around the room, “Yes, your wife isn’t with you I take it.”

“She is off with the visiting nobles setting up bedding arrangements,” he replied, “We don’t get many Kings and Queens, but we have taken the liberty of setting up the appropriate chambers for Queen Xira.”

When Laoda heard that the King’s wife wasn’t present, she decided to risk scooting in closer until her hips were brushing up against his. “You are too kind, King Malcolm,” she purred, “Our poor Queen has been so upset after the loss of her mother, as have the young daughters of the warriors that were lost in battle.” As she spoke, she looked up at the king with an innocent gaze and pouted red lips.

Malcolm cleared his thought and adjusted his collar as the lovely woman worked her charms on him. “Yes, well, I can only imagine what it would be like to lose your family at such a young age. If there is anything the young Queen need from me, she need only ask.”

“Well now that you mention it,” Laoda said with a soft purr in her voice, “The battle with the Nordics has severely dwindle the Amazon’s numbers, so most of what we have are youths.”

“I see,” said Malcolm smiling as the lovely woman worked her way into his arms, “And what are you proposing, dear Laoda?”

Laoda giggled as she ran a hand up to his chest. “They are amazons, dear. They need men. In fact, there are are a least three ships close to your shores filled with young amazons looking for a place to dock so they can mate with the locals.”

The king smiled and nodded before looking away from Laoda to think. “And just how many amazon warriors are on board these ships?” He asked her with a concerned look on his face.

Laoda thought for a moment while pressing her large and firm bust against the king’s chest. “I believe each ship can carry up to one hundred and sixty lovely warriors.”

“Each?!” said Malcolm, lightly pushing her back, “You would ask me to host my nation to over five hundred bloodthirsty warriors?”

Laoda was a little taken aback by the king’s reaction, but at the same time, not surprised. Accor was notorious for being a nation of female raiders, and the sight of three large ships filled with amazon raiders would have been enough to strike fear in the hearts of any man. However, the mainland was not their preferred hunting ground. The men here were far too weak to provide a strong spawn and the women far too content with their soft lives to be converted into amazons. They generally sailed out into the north in search of one of the many Nordic tribes, where both the men and women were both strong and fearsome. When they came to the mainland to mate, it was because things were truly dire, witch they were. There were now only two amazon royals left, most of the warlords were dead, their once mighty fleet has been smashed, and their most experienced warriors had either been killed or enslaved.

After processing the king’s response, Laoda gave him a warm smile, “Oh my! A king who thinks of his people before his loins,” she said in a soft voice, “Tell me what we must do to ease your fears, and I will bring them to my queen.”

“For starters, the Queen of Accor can bring this request to me personally,” he replied, “I know she is young and, to give her the befit of the doubt, I will assume that her aide is approaching me because said aide is trying to protect the youth.”

Laoda sighed and rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry King Malcolm, I can assure you that I am more than willing to let the Queen lead her country by her own accord,” she said with a smile, “It’s just that at this present time the queen is indisposed.” As she said this, she directed Malcolm to the garden with her eyes.

Realizing what Laoda was implying, he turned to the gardens to find his sons. “I see,” he said with a sly smile on his lips, “I must say I’m not surprised. She did catch the eye of both of my sons when she arrived.”

“And it appears that one of your sons has caught her eye,” said Laoda as she joined Malcolm in searching the gardens.

The first son the king spotted was Stewart. Not to his surprise, he had a large gathering of young ladies huddled around him but was a little stunned to find that the amazon wasn’t among them. “I see my prince,” he told Laoda, “But I don’t see your Queen.”

Laoda giggled, “No, not the future king. Although he did try, I fear that he was a little too…forward for her. No, I’m referring to the youngest, down by the fountain.”

“Duncan?” he said in shock as he looked down towards the fountain. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the light, but sure enough, Xira and Duncan were making out at the foot of the fountain under the moonlight.

Laoda noticed the shock in the father’s eyes and gave him a warm smile, “If you were looking for a possible alliance with Accor by having your heir mate with the Queen of Accor, there is no need to worry, the young duke works just as well. It may be better this way.”

“How so?” asked the king, truing to her.

“As I recall, your eldest is without a heir. Do you really want his firstborn to be the next Queen of the Amazon?” she said with a smirk.

As the words sank in, King Malcolm gave her a slight nod, “I see your point.” The last thing he wanted to happen to his kingdom was for an Amazon Queen storming the gates, demanding the throne of Mirantia once he and his eldest son had passed. Turning back to Xira and Duncan, he couldn’t help but smile as the couple nuzzled their brows together. “So what happens when an Amazon fall in love with a man?” he asked Laoda.

“Why,” Laoda asked with a smirk, “Do you think that the young royals have fallen for one another?”

“Would it be a problem if they were?” said Malcolm with a smile.

Laoda chuckled, “It would make things interesting. To answer your first question, when an amazon falls in love with a man, the first child they bear will be a son. The amazon will also become incredibly devoted to the man in question, so much so that they would risk **** and banishment for her. I assume you heard the tale of Hercules and Hippolyta.”

Malcolm nodded, “Yes, Hercules was tasked with retrieving girdle. Supposedly she was going to give it to him without a fight, but Athena tricked the Amazons into thinking that Hercules had kidnapped Hippolyta and, in the following, Hercules killed her.”

“That’s true,” said Laoda, “In fact, once the Amazons found of about Athena’s trickery, they burned her temples and banded her worship from the island of Accor. What the story doesn’t say is why Hippolyta was going to give him the golden girdle in the first place.”

Malcolm arched his brow, “Are you saying that they were lovers.”

Laoda smiled and nodded, “They first met during the battle of Troy, and right from when she saw Hercules the Queen knew that she had to challenge him, to see if he was worthy of her bed. However, the war prevented her from doing so, so she just fought alongside him until the conflict was finally over. As they fought together, their respect for one another grew into passion, even more so when Hercules defeated the Queen with a single blow. It was said that their moans of ecstasy could be heard from the heavens as were their vows of love. Unfortunately, both had their duties to fulfill. Hippolyta had to lead her people, while Hercules never liked to stay in one place. Now to answer your second question, before Hercules killed Hippolyta, the Amazon was well on their way to becoming far more accepting of men. Some were even thinking of taking husbands. However, that was all undone with Athena’s meddling. The Queen’s male lover had just killed her, and to make matters even worse, it was because he was a bumbling idiot. The amazons wanted nothing more to do with men and were ready to take their **** on them by sailing to the mainland and killing every last male that could find.”

“What stopped them?” asked Malcolm.

As Laoda answered, she gave him an almost pompous and overly confident grin, “Oh, why my sisterhood, of course. We were founded shortly after the incident to quell their rage and remind them that they also served the Goddess Aphrodite. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Malcolm rolled his eyes. “So, I take it that her people aren’t going to approve of what is happening between her and my son,” he said with a groan, “I swear that boy is a magnet for scandals.”

Laoda arched her brow and gave him a puzzled look, “I wasn’t finished explaining yet. I was just a little sidetracked. That tends to happen when I talk myself, but I can’t blame you for wanting to know more about me. Now, where was I?”

As Laoda though, the king rubbed his brow. “This woman had better be leading up to something,” he thought to himself.” As it was, his wife was probably going to ask questions as to why he smelt like Laoda’s perfume.

“Oh well, I’ll just start with Accor’s current political state,” she continued, “We have made great strides in ending the prejudice between Amazons and men, mostly in the young. Despite the Daughters of Lycan’s best efforts,” she said, grinding her teeth, “The point is, an Amazon Queen hasn’t fallen for a man since Hercules. If anything we should encourage this relationship between Xira and Duncan, or do you men prefer it to be Duncan and Xira,” she said placing a finger on her lip to think, “In any case, lately the youths have been asking their mothers…what’s left of them, about their fathers. Most of them want to seek them out and find out what they are like.”

“Why not let them,” asked the king.

Laoda gave him a shocked look, “What are you nuts?! Most Amazonian mates are assholes! Hell, Xira’s father died in a bar fight!”

“Alright!” he said, holding up his hands, “So what are you suggesting?”

“Simple,” Laoda continued, “Instead of showing the Accorians their dick fathers and undoing yet another thousand years of work, we show them the charming men of your nation, starting with Duncan.”

After hearing Laoda’s proposal, Malcolm let out a hard chuckle and straightened his back. “An interesting plan,” he stated, “However, there is a problem with it?”

“And what might that be?” said Laoda with a smile.

“I can see how it benefits your army of lesbians,” he started, “I can see how it could benefit your order, I can even see how it would benefit my son, however, how would it benefit me.”

“Let me put it to you this way,” she started, “Do you want your coastline secure for two generations, if you are lucky the third Queen inline will decided to leave you alone, or do you want the Amazons to treat your kingdom as sacred ground for centuries to come. If you can convince the Amazons of Accor that men are worth far more than sperm, then bards will be singing tells of your land, your kingdom will be known far and wide as the land that thought the Amazons how to love men. Who knows, it could even break their curse. If that were to happen, the Amazons would worship you as they do Aries.”

Once again, Malcolm brushed his chin as he thought about the possibilities. Surely, Laoda was sugarcoating things, and he had a strong feeling that she was keeping something from him. Surely the Amazons wouldn’t give up their sexist ways with just a flip of the switch. But at the same time, the benefits would be worth the trouble. Not only would it secure the coat line, but it would put Obscuria in its place. They have always mocked them for not allowing women to have the same power as men. “Very well,” he started, “What do you suggest we do?”

Malcolm’s eyes went wide as a broad grin spread across Laoda’s lips. “Well, it would help it the Amazons could SEE the blooming relationship before us.”

“Which brings us back to…your ships,” he said with a groan, “You are a manipulative bitch, Miss Laoda.”

Laoda smirked and gave him a playful wink. “There is more than one way to seduce a King.”