Artemisia returned to the Persian camp, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Themistocles. She reported to Xerxes, who greeted her enthusiastically. "My beloved Artemisia, you've done well," he praised, his eyes lingering on her disheveled appearance. "You've proven yourself a worthy partner in this endeavor. What news do you bring me?"
"The battle at Artemisium was a draw, Your Majesty," she reported, her voice barely above a whisper. "Neither side emerged victorious."
Xerxes sighed in disappointment but maintained his composure. "That's not what I was asking, Lady Artemisia. How did our little... encounter with Themistocles go?"
Her eyes narrowed, but she couldn't deny the satisfaction she felt at his blatant reference to their encounter. "He refused my offer, Your Majesty," she replied coolly. "He's a stubborn man."
"That's a shame," Xerxes mused, his eyes flickering with disappointment. "I thought perhaps his pride would eventually crumble under the weight of my generosity and power. But nevermind, we'll continue to wear him down until he sees reason."
He walked over to her, his hand trailing across her back, stopping just short of touching her bare bottom. "You fought valiantly, Artemisia. Your reward shall be fitting for your efforts."
With a bow, he gestured towards a nearby tent. "Enter, and let me show you my gratitude personally."
Inside the tent, Xerxes sat on his throne, his eyes roaming lustfully over Artemisia's naked form. "Now, my dear, kneel down and lick me," he purred, his voice deep and seductive.
She hesitated for a moment, torn between revulsion and desire. But ultimately, she knew better than to refuse the Persian king. Stepping forward, she knelt before him, her breasts swaying enticingly. Her lips brushed against his thigh, trailing a trail of hot, wet kisses upwards.
Xerxes groaned, his hands running through her hair, pulling her closer. "That's a good girl," he praised, his breath hot against her neck. "Show me how much you desire me."
She did as he commanded, her tongue tracing his cockhead, teasing him mercilessly. Her hands reached up, cupping his magnificent member, stroking it slowly, savoring the feel of his heat against her palms.
"Ah, yes, that's perfect," Xerxes moaned, his hips rocking forward, pushing his cock against her lips. "Take it all, Artemisia. Take what's yours."
With a moan, she engulfed him, her throat stretching to accommodate his massive length. His hands gripped her head tightly, guiding her movements, as he thrusts into her mouth, filling her throat with his cock.
Artemisia gagged, her eyes watering as she deep-throated Xerxes's enormous cock. Her nose rubbed against his crotch, inhaling his musky scent mixed with sweat and masculinity. She swallowed him down, her tongue swirling around the base of his cock, teasing his balls.
Xerxes groaned, his hips moving faster, thrusting deeper into her throat. "That's it, my love," he panted, his voice husky with pleasure. "Swallow every drop of my seed."
Despite everything, Artemisia couldn't deny the thrill she derived from pleasing him, the power it gave her over him. Her hand reached up, fondling his balls, massaging them roughly.
"You're so good at this, Artemisia," he praised, his voice growing hoarse. "I'm close... so close..."
With a final, powerful thrust, he came, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She choked on it, her eyes watering as she managed to swallow every drop. When he finally pulled out of her mouth, his cockhead still coated in her saliva, he looked down at her, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "That was... incredible," he panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Xerxes stood up, his erection still semi-hard, and pulled Artemisia to her feet. "Stand up, my beautiful commander," he commanded, his voice laced with desire.
She obeyed, her legs wobbly from the brutal encounter with Themistocles and the intense oral sex with Xerxes. Without warning, he pushed her back onto the soft rug on the floor, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Now, spread your legs," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Reluctantly, she complied, her pussy still aching from their previous encounter. "Please, Your Majesty," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.
Xerxes positioned himself between her spread legs, his cockhead pressing against her wet, sensitive entrance. "One more time," he growled, before thrusting forcefully, entering her in one powerful motion.
A sharp cry of pain mixed with pleasure escaped her lips as he claimed her again, his massive member stretching her tight passage. His hands grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm.
"Nghhh!" she moaned, her voice trembling with mix of pain and desire. "I can't take it anymore!"
But Xerxes showed no mercy, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, pounding into her quivering body. Each powerful thrust brought a new wave of ecstasy, followed by waves of agony. Her cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure, and she arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal ferocity.
Their moans mixed together, filling the tent with their primal sounds of passion. Xerxes's hips slapped against hers, creating a rhythmic slapping sound in sync with their rhythmic movements. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mingling together, creating a sticky bond between them.
His hands left her hips, reaching up to grab her breasts, squeezing and pinching them roughly. "Tell me you're mine, Artemisia," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Yes, yes, I'm yours," she panted, her voice barely audible over their heavy breathing. "So please..."
But he ignored her pleas, his thrusts becoming even faster and harder, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. His hips slapped against hers, creating a loud, meaty sound that reverberated throughout the tent.
"Now, cum for me, my darling," he commanded, his voice low and commanding.
Artemisia's body shook, her orgasm building up inside her. She couldn't hold back anymore, her tight pussy contracting tightly around his cock, milking him dry. Her nails scratched his back, leaving red marks, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. "I... I'm... cumming..." she managed to croak out, her voice breaking.
Xerxes groaned, his own climax hitting him like a tidal wave. With a loud roar, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight channel, his dick twitching violently as he unloaded his seed inside her. His semen spurted out of her gaping entrance, painting her stomach and chest with his essence.
Panting heavily, he pulled out of her, his cock still half-hard, dripping with their combined fluids. "That was... incredible," he panted, his chest heaving. "Now, clean yourself up, and we shall discuss our next course of action."
Artemisia, still breathing heavily, nodded weakly, her body aching from the intense lovemaking. Slowly, she crawled over to a nearby basin filled with water and soap, cleansing herself as best she could. When she was done, she returned to face Xerxes, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and resignation.