Queen Rachel’s Conquests

The year was 2021. The place, the Roman Empire, the last remaining Empire on earth. Well, not if Iran had their way with their perpetual enemy. With the Iranians building up a massive army, our hero, Queen Rachel the Savior, needed to find a solution to her critically outnumbered military.

As the queen walked through her palace towards her harem, she put those thoughts out of her mind, “I can handle that after” she thought to herself. Queen Rachel was about to breed one of her girls and she wanted to put her full attention into making that happen successfully. Stepping into the elevator which would take her to the hallway which led to her heavily guarded royal harem, the queen looked into the mirror polished walls of the elevator.

She saw a battle hardened goddess of a domme staring back at her. Queen Rachel looked at her silky smooth dark brown hair and admired how it maintained its healthy sheen all the way down to the middle of her back. She glanced at the reflection of her beautiful grey eyes, her plush, pink lips, and her round, well defined cheekbones. Continuing down her body, Rachel analyzed her large (C-cup), cushion like breasts, and her tanned toned abs which were obscured, but not entirely hidden by the black tank top she was wearing. On her strong, right arm, she saw the reflection of her silver sigil bracelet which bore the symbol of the wolf, her family’s sigil, a reference to her heritage as a direct descendant of Romula, the founder and first queen of Rome. The only thing of note on her equally strong left arm was her wedding ring, a thick band of silver which had a sort of bowl on the top. In that silver bowl, a smooth cut of sapphire was set in place, it was one of Queen Rachel’s most treasured possessions, the only thing she treasured more, was the woman who had it made for her. Shaking thoughts of her wife, Queen Selena, out of her head, Rachel glanced down at her legs, made strong by years of service in the Royal Army, which were covered in casual blue jeans. Finally, she glanced down at her feet. Rachel was wearing a simple, comfortable pair of soft black leather ballet flats which obscured her flawless black pedicure which matched her black manicure.