Marry the Queen, and Make It Up to Her

You wait as the Queen is taken to recover a moment as the other amazons look around and whisper to each other about what has happened. Finally, the Queen returns and looks you over with approval.

"That was certainly something else, white man," she says, "you've definately earned your wishes, so I shall grant them. What is it you want?"

"First," he says, "I must admit I've never met anyone like you before...and now that I've been with you, I know I'll be thinking about it the rest of my life. I want to marry you, to be your husband and consort."

There's some gasping in shock that you should ask that, but the Queen smiles wider, coming closer to you.

"That's granted," she says, "and your second wish."

Being a gentleman, you pick your words with care, knowing that if you play your cards right, you could end up with the Queen's undying affection.

"Well," you say, "I know I was...well, quite rough. I want to make that up to you. I want to make love to you in such a way as to show you all of my affection."

The Queen seems intrigued and she nods.

"Alright," she says, "come to me."

You kiss her then, holding her against you, gently, but passionately, your tongue seeking hers, brushing over her teeth and gums, making her moan. She's obviously never been kissed like that before. You run your hands over her, gently groping, teasing, twiddling, taking your time and getting her very hot indeed, following her reactions to see what she likes. You kiss your way down to her breasts, licking and nibbling all over them, leaving no place unkissed before sucking lustily at her thick nipples.

"Oh...oh white man," she moans, "none has ever...oh ye gods this is good...what are you..."

She's cut off as you kiss your way down her plump belly, over her wide hips and thick thighs, and then begin to lick her, orally pleasing her sweetly, eating her out with less fury but more passion than last time. She's soon cumming hard and you slide onto her and enter her again, this time fucking her slowly, undulating your hips. She cums at least twice more before you let loose inside of her. After a moment's kissing and recovering, you both rise again. The Queen seems to cling to you now, planting several kisses on your face.

"Mmmm," she says, "I will enjoy having you as my husband."