Artemisia wasn't quite satisfied yet, either. With a sultry smile, she slowly disentangled herself from him, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.
"Not done with you just yet," she purred, her eyes gleaming with desire.
Artemisia's words sent a shockwave of pleasure through him, and he groaned, his member still partially buried in her. "Again?" he managed to croak out, his voice raspy from their previous bout of lovemaking.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Yes," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "This time, it's my turn to enjoy myself."
With renewed determination, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her wet pussy sliding down onto his hardened member once more. This time, she took control, her hips rocking back and forth, teasing him mercilessly.
His hands gripped her waist, his nails digging into her skin, his cock throbbed in anticipation as she slowly lowered herself onto him, her tight entrance engulfing his entire length.
"Ah, yes," she moaned, her breath hot against his neck. "You like this, don't you?"
Her rhythm picked up, her hips moving faster and harder, her pussy clenching and releasing him in synchronization with each thrust. Their combined moans filled the room, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance of desire.
As they continued their wild lovemaking, Artemisia shifted her position, her ass now facing him, her pussy still wrapped around his cock. She spread her legs wider, her pussy gaping open, inviting him to enter her entrance.
Without hesitation, he took advantage of the new angle, his cock sliding in and out of her, hitting her G-spot with precision. Their climaxes were imminent, their bodies slick with sweat and their moans echoing off the walls.
"Oh, Gods above," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're driving me wild!"
He grew increasingly aggressive, his hips thrusting harder, faster, driving his cock deeper into her depths. They continued this intense rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a syncopated rhythm that echoed throughout the chamber.
Their moans turned into primal grunts, their breaths becoming ragged, and their hearts pounded in unison. Sweat trickled down their bodies, mingling together to form a sticky mess on the sheets below them.
Artemisia's pussy tightened around him, milking him, her walls contracting and releasing him in perfect sync with his thrusts. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red crescents in their wake.
"More! Give me more!" she begged, her voice hoarse from their passionate encounter. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting each thrust with equal ferocity.
He obliged, his cock pounding into her, hitting her G-spot with precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Their bodies slapped against each other, creating a rhythmic sound that filled the room.
Their moans turned into primal sounds of pure pleasure, their voices almost incomprehensible. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their skin glowing in the dim candlelight.
Neither of them could hold back any longer. Artemisia's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing violently, her walls contracting around him in a vice-like grip. He followed suit shortly after, his seed shooting into her womb, filling her up to the brim.
Breathing heavily, their bodies intertwined, they lay there, spent, their hearts racing in sync.
Artemisia collapsed on top of him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as they both tried to catch their breath. Their bodies were covered in a sticky mess of sweat and cum, painting them both in an erotic canvas.
Despite their intense lovemaking, there was still something missing for her. Something darker, more sinister. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tell me you want it back," she whispered, her breath hot against his earlobe.
He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of him still harbored resentment and jealousy, but another part of him couldn't deny the intense pleasure she brought him.
"I... I can't," he finally managed to utter, his voice husky with desire. "Not after what happened..."
Her eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she grinned, her teeth shining in the candlelight. "That's better," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, leave me alone in my chamber."
Several weeks later, Artemisia found herself in the middle of a training session with her soldiers. Her gaze scanned the battlefield, her eyes sharp and calculating. She was a master strategist, a formidable opponent in any fight.
During the training session, Artemisia personally took part, her sword slicing through the air, her body moving with grace and precision. She parried attacks, delivered counter-strikes, and danced around her soldiers like a deadly ballet.
"Good, but not good enough!" she barked at them, her voice ringing through the air. "You'll face stronger foes in battle! Remember that!"
One of her soldiers, a young man named Theron, dared to challenge her. He charged at her, his sword raised high, attempting to take her by surprise.
Artemisia laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You underestimate me, boy!" she scoffed, easily dodging his blow. "You're too predictable!"
She countered with a swift strike, her sword slicing through the air, just missing his neck. The soldiers watched in awe, their eyes wide with admiration.
"Remember, it's not just strength and speed that matter in battle," she continued, her voice booming. "It's strategy and cunning that will win wars.
As the training session continued, Artemisia pushed herself harder than usual. Sweat trickled down her body, staining her armor and clothing. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her movements grew increasingly labored. Despite her exhaustion, she maintained her composure, never letting on that something was wrong.
"One more round, boys!" she called out, her voice slightly hoarse. The soldiers cheered in response, their weapons clanging against their shields in rhythmic unison.
But as the exercise progressed, Artemisia began to struggle. Her stomach churned, and she doubled over, grasping her belly, her face turning pale. The soldiers immediately froze, their weapons lowered, concern etched on their faces.
"My Queen, are you alright?" one of them asked, rushing over to her side.
"I... I'm fine," she managed to croak out, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Just... caught a cramp."
Her words sounded forced, but the soldiers bought into it, returning to their positions. However, their eyes followed her movements closely, their expressions filled with worry.
Despite her best efforts, Artemisia's fatigue grew worse. Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and she stumbled, her sword clattering to the ground.
"My Queen!" several soldiers cried out, rushing to her side.
They caught her just in time, lowering her to the ground gently. "Your Majesty, you must rest!" one of them urged, his voice filled with concern.
Artemisia tried to protest, but her voice came out weak and strained. "I... I'm fine," she muttered, her eyes fluttering shut. "Give me a moment."
But her body had other plans. Her head spun, and the world around her grew dark. And then, she was gone, her body limp in the soldiers' arms.
"Quickly! Get her to her chambers!" one of them barked, his voice filled with urgency.
The soldiers carried her to her chambers, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls. As they laid her on her bed, her eyes fluttered open, her gaze dazed and confused.
"I'm... I'm sorry," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard..."
Her words trailed off, her eyes closing once more. The soldiers exchanged worried glances, their thoughts filled with concern for their Queen. Little did they know, they had far more than fatigue to worry about.