As Artemisia arrived in the city of Abydos, there she saw him, King Xerxes, who stood before his subjects and was giving an announcement.
"My beloved subjects," he began, his voice booming throughout the vast assembly hall. "I have heard your voices, and I understand your desire for justice. The time has come for us to strike back against our enemies, the Greeks. They have insulted us, defiled our sacred land, and spilled the blood of innocent lives. Today, I swear to avenge them all!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and roars of approval as Xerxes declared war on the Greeks. Men and women alike rose to their feet, brandishing their weapons and preparing for the upcoming conflict. Among them, Artemisia stood tall, her eyes blazing with determination.
As the months passed, Artemisia proved herself to be a force to be reckoned with among the Persians on the battlefield. She excelled in combat, strategy, and leadership, earning the respect and admiration of her peers and superiors alike. Her prowess in naval warfare was particularly remarkable, winning several key battles against the Greek fleet.
One day, after returning victorious from a particularly grueling engagement, Artemisia found herself summoned to the royal audience chamber. She straightened her clothes and walked confidently towards Xerxes' throne. Standing before him, she saluted respectfully.
"My lady commander, you've done us proud," Xerxes complimented her, his eyes lingering on her lithe figure. "Your bravery and skill are unmatched. Tell me, what is it you desire?"
"I seek only your approval, Your Majesty," she replied, maintaining eye contact. "And to continue serving you and our empire with all my strength."
Xerxes' gaze drifted downwards, appreciating the curves of her exposed cleavage and the sway of her hips. He leaned forward, his breath brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "You're quite striking, Artemisia," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Your beauty rivals the goddesses themselves."
Without warning, he reached out and cupped her breast, massaging it slowly, his fingers teasing her nipple until it hardened under his touch. Surprised but not appalled, Artemisia remained still, unsure how to react. This wasn't how she had envisioned their relationship progressing, but perhaps this was simply part of being a woman commander to a powerful ruler.
"Do you find this pleasing, Artemisia?" he asked, his breath hot against her ear. "Would you enjoy becoming mine personally?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," she managed to choke out, her voice cracking slightly. "I... I would do anything to serve you."
Satisfied with her response, Xerxes guided her to the ornate couch behind the throne, pushing her down onto the soft cushions. He followed suit, positioning himself between her spread legs. With practiced ease, he unfastened her clothes piece by piece, revealing her toned abdomen and the v-shaped line leading down to her cleavage. Unzipping his own garments, he revealed his own massive dick, throbbing with desire.
"Spread your legs wider, Artemisia," he commanded, his voice laced with desire. "Let me claim you as mine."
Reluctantly, she complied, spreading her legs wide apart, exposing her wet folds to his hungry gaze. Xerxes didn't waste any time, positioning himself between her spread legs and thrusting forcefully into her tight entrance. A sharp cry escaped her lips as his thick cock penetrated her, stretching her pussy. Despite her initial discomfort, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure surged through her body, making her squirm beneath him.
"Relax, my dear," he murmured, his voice heavy with lust. "I'll make you welcome me." With each powerful thrust, he increased the pace, his hips slapping against her ass, leaving red marks on her pale skin. His hands roamed freely over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples until they hardened into erect points.
Xerxes' thrusts became faster and harder, his hips slapping against her ass, leaving trails of sweat on her skin. His hands gripped her ass cheeks tightly, pulling them apart, exposing her tight hole to his hungry eyes.
"You're so tight, Artemisia," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm going to claim you as my own."
With renewed vigor, he increased the pace, his hips moving faster than before. Their bodies slapped together in a rhythmic rhythm, producing wet, slapping sounds that echoed throughout the otherwise silent chamber. Artemisia's moans turned into gasps and occasional moans of pleasure, her body responding to his brutal yet passionate advances.
"Yes, Your Majesty," she panted, her voice hoarse from their earlier encounter. "Fuck me harder... give me more..."
In response, Xerxes picked up the pace even further, thrusting deeper and harder than ever before. His cockhead brushed against her G-spot repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. His hands reached down to cup her breasts again, squeezing and pinching them roughly, eliciting more moans of delight from her lips.
Xerxes' thrusts became more brutal, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. Sweat dripped down his muscular torso, pooling between their bodies. His breath came in heavy gasps, and his grunts of pleasure mixed with hers.
"I'm close," he growled, his voice deepening. "Cum with me, Artemisia."
With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, holding her tight as his semen shot forth, coating her insides with his seed. Breathing heavily, he pulled out, leaving a trail of sticky fluid on her thighs.
"That was... amazing," he panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're more than just a fearsome warrior, Artemisia. You're a woman who knows how to please a man."
Artemisia lay there, panting heavily, her body still trembling from the intense encounter. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, the same woman who had been a queen, now finding solace in the arms of the Persian king.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," she managed to croak out, her voice hoarse from their encounters. "I'm honored to serve you in any capacity you wish."
Xerxes smiled, his teeth flashing white against his tan skin. "You've proved yourself more than capable, Artemisia. Lead our fleet to victory, and we'll ensure your people's suffering is avenged."
And so, the preparations began. Artabanus and Artemisia trained their soldiers relentlessly, honing their skills in battle tactics and strategy. Under Artemisia's leadership, the Persian navy grew stronger and more formidable than ever before. Every day, she would stand on the deck of her flagship, barking orders and encouraging her sailors with equal vigor.
"Listen up, you cowards!" she would shout, her voice booming over the waves. "No more running! We will show these Greeks the might of Persia!"
The soldiers cheered and shouted back, their spirits lifted by her charismatic presence and determination.
Artemisia led her massive fleet across the Aegean Sea, her eyes fixed on the horizon, scanning for any sign of the Greek navy. Finally, she spotted them on the horizon, their smaller and more agile ships moving swiftly towards her. She signaled her army to form a tight formation, prepared for battle.
"Ready your weapons, sailors!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the ship. "We'll teach these cowards a lesson they won't soon forget!"
The Persian navy charged forward, their oars moving in perfect unison, creating huge waves that threatened to capsize the smaller Greek vessels. Arrows rained down on the enemy, piercing their sails and masts like paper dolls. The Persians' superior numbers and tactics quickly took advantage of the Greeks' lack of coordination and speed.
"Fire the ballistae!" Artemisia ordered, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction as her crew launched massive iron balls, knocking several Greek ships out of formation. "Full speed ahead, men!"
With a roar, the Persian navy plowed forward, ramming into several unsuspecting Greek vessels, sending them careening into the sea. Blood and debris flew everywhere as the Persians wheeled their ships around to engage the surviving foes.
"Surrender or drown, cowards!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the battlefield.