I enjoy writing stories that take place in historical and mythological settings. Here's a tale I released as a comic book in 2022. The illustrated version can be found here: ERROR: The request could not be satisfied
Queens of Antiquity
- A Legendary encounter -
PROLOGUE
When Nefertiti was queen, it was the Eighteenth dynasty of the New Kingdom and the land of Egypt was prosperous and strong, its empire stretching from the Sinai desert in the north as far south down the mighty Nile as Sudan. As befitted one who wore the divine crown of Hathor goddess of love, sexuality and rebirth, the beautiful, raven-haired queen was worshipped as a fertility goddess whose power made the sun rise each day, letting the crops grow tall, ensuring wealth and happiness throughout the land.
Farther north across the inland sea, the Mycenaean civilization was preeminent in Greece, its strong city states and palatial citadels boasting a rich art and culture. After Mycenae itself none was richer or more powerful than Cadmea, ruled by Queen Antiope whose fair blonde beauty attracted Aphrodite herself as a lover, or so the myth tells us.
Nefertiti and Antiope knew each other well by reputation before they met in the flesh. The Egyptian queen used her powers to her advantage, and it was rumored her love-making skills were prodigious, her sexual appetite immense. As the offspring of a mortal and a god, Antiope wielded divine powers too. An avowed nymphomaniac, she had yet to meet a woman who could outmatch her in the bed chamber.
Overhearing courtiers speculate whether Antiope’s beauty and powers overshadowed her own Nefertiti snapped: “Nonsense! I have conquered the most beautiful and powerful women Egypt has to offer. No harlot queen from the barbarian north can hope to match my carnal powers!”
But as speculation grew rife a showdown became inevitable. Sending emissaries Nefertiti and Antiope agreed to meet face to face and settle matters between them in the only way that two powerful and sexually dominant women can… a battle of seduction and physical conquest.
Exotic Journey
A date for the legendary encounter was set and Egypt’s fleet of royal barges duly set sail, taking six moons and seven sunrises to make the long, arduous crossing of the inland sea. With every day that passed, Nefertiti’s longing to confront her blonde nemesis grew.
But the fickle winds of fate would not carry the flotilla to Cadmea any faster, so the frustrated queen whiled the long hours away in her cabin, subjecting her ladies-of-the-bedchamber to the choicest seduction techniques in her considerable erotic armory.
While the Egyptian fleet was kept awake at night by keening cries of feminine surrender from the queen’s personal quarters, Antiope was enjoying the run of her own highly trained royal concubines. The shrewd Cadmean queen was leaving nothing to chance either.
On the arrival day Antiope could barely contain her excitement as she issued instructions to her courtiers. “Bring Nefertiti the long way through the palace. Let her envy our wealth before feasting eyes on the one whose beauty and power shall eclipse hers this very day!” Then she prepared herself properly, applying exquisite body scents before dressing in her favorite robe which had the advantage of leaving her magnificent bosom fully on show.
Presently the Egyptian party alighted before the immense citadel where burly palace guards met Nefertiti on the quay. But of her sister queen there was no sign. “Where is Antiope? I must greet my royal cousin!” Scattering anxious retainers in her wake, Nefertiti rushed up the palace steps for her date with destiny.
Audience
Nefertiti was secretly impressed by the opulent palace rooms stuffed full of exquisite tapestries, mosaics, statues, furnishings, and arms and armor, all superbly crafted; a display of wealth and power clearly intended to awe her. “I’ll enjoy making this treasure trove mine,” she mused happily. Reaching the throne room, she spied Antiope reclining on a dais and caught her breath sharply: the reports of the Greek’s fair beauty were not exaggerated.
Antiope remained calm as Nefertiti entered but her pulse quickened as the stunning Egyptian sashayed across the marble tiles towards her. As their predatory gazes locked, they became oblivious to all else in the room. Each saw a formidable domme in the other but had never beheld one as desirable and imposing as this before.
The courtiers in attendance soon divined that nothing separated the two queens in terms of physical perfection, though their appearances formed the most striking and pleasing of contrasts. Nefertiti’s skin shone deep, warm and honey brown; her voluptuous form topped by lustrous long black hair. Antiope’s luminous pale complexion was offset by a mass of blonde locks that sparked gold when the shafts of sunlight caught them. Each queen looked every inch the sex goddess she undoubtedly was.
There was an undiplomatic pause while Antiope and Nefertiti devoured each other with their eyes. Finally, the host broke the silence to inquire whether her royal cousin had enjoyed a safe and pleasant journey across such perilous seas. Even as she spoke Antiope felt lustful twinges in her groin, eyes drinking in the heavy breasts, slender waist, broad hips, and powerful thighs of the woman standing in front of her.
Equally distracted by Antiope’s voluptuousness and magnificent exposed teats, Nefertiti thanked her host in courtly tones, adding “while the voyage had its share of adventure, I look forward to enjoying the hospitality the Greeks are famed for even more.”
Smiling at the wordplay, the fair queen stroked her nipples coyly. “Just so, royal cousin. I can promise you a very warm welcome here indeed!”
Challenge
“Fetch my finest reclining rug,” the Greek queen commanded. “Then leave us! Let my royal cousin and I parlay alone here together, this sacred day.”
Nefertiti watched as a luxurious animal skin was brought and laid down in front of the throne. “So, this will be our battleground,” she mused, her pussy drooling at the thought.
When they were alone Antiope’s eyes narrowed. “I admire your effrontery in coming here Nefertiti, for spies have warned me your ultimate desire is to conquer my throne and annex these rich lands for Egypt... and yet I behold no forces to press your claim unless those plump teats count as weapons?”
Nefertiti saw it was time to lay all her cards down. “What need have we of armies of men, when we can settle it between us, woman to woman? I will wager your womanly citadel falls to me today as surely as if by force of arms."
Antiope threw her head back and laughed. “Do you imagine Greek women are as feeble in body and spirit as the Egyptian whores you frequent? This is one challenge I will gladly accept, for no mortal woman has ever defeated Antiope in her own citadel!”
With a self-satisfied look, Nefertiti removed the gold tassels from her breasts, exposing strong, erect dark nipples. “Do not confuse me with any mortal woman Greek, for I owe my divine power to the goddess Hathor no less!”
At this Antiope rose and shed her robe, azure eyes blazing with immodest pride and lust. “Then know that I am the daughter of the river god Asopus, and Aphrodite is my protector. My god-queen’s body is far more than you can handle today, or ever!”
The Egyptian smiled, delighted now the bait was taken. “Then here is the proposition: we fight for as long as it takes until one conquers the other. The winner takes the loser’s throne; the loser becomes the slave and concubine of the winner. Do you agree to these terms?”
“Of course,” Antiope retorted. “I’ve waited a long time for a proposal as much to my liking as this one. This will be to full sexual surrender, nothing less!”
Foreplay
Nefertiti shed her own attire to match Antiope’s glorious nakedness and they inspected each other, gauging the relative firmness and strength of their breasts with practiced gazes. Nothing escaped their attention; the massive, oval glands rolling and quivering as they swung their arms outwards, flexing their shoulder muscles, like prize fighters limbering up before a title match.
Now they began to circle, eyes narrowed, devouring each other’s perfectly sculptured abdominals, shapely hips, sturdy thighs, and prominent pubic mounds. The thought of pitting mind, body, and soul against such a goddess-like opponent in a contest of raw physical and sexual power made both women incredibly wet. Each knew the battle could only end with one of them prostrate at her rival’s feet. Dominated, defeated, humiliated.
Antiope and Nefertiti moved closer, wanting nothing more than to tear into each other but experienced enough to hold back, and play the seductive mind games both were so expert at, for now. The soft animal hide caressing their feet still bore the unmistakably feral scent of the feline predator it once was, and this aroused them even more.
Close enough to feel the warmth from each other’s flushed bodies, their lips parted seductively, eyes boring deeply into each other. The women’s thick nipples, ruddy-pink and mahogany brown touched first, and they gasped, shuddering at this delicious first skin to skin contact. Then manicured hands reached out purposefully, to pull themselves close and caress each other, to explore and appraise their perfectly opposing bodies.
“By the gods I’ll enjoy breaking you, Greek slut,” Nefertiti whispered, her blood rising at the scent of her opponent’s arousal.
“I’ll take my time finishing you off, Egyptian whore” Antiope retorted. “I’ll humiliate you in ways you haven’t dreamed of!”
As the sharp nipple shafts pressed in and their big sensitive udders piled up against each other, Nefertiti and Antiope threw their heads back to keen out long, lustful battle cries.
Tremors
Nefertiti moaned as Antiope pressed her ample chest into hers, their soft-firm breasts interlocking, the barbarian queen's mouth less than a digit from her own, the woman's breath hot on her tongue, her full lips puckered as if to kiss but tantalizingly out of reach. She's just as strategic as I am, the little minx, the Egyptian god-queen realized, taken aback as much by the golden blonde's cunning and patience as her physical beauty. She had never encountered another woman who could resist the allure of her berry-dark lips for even a few seconds, let alone the time it took for the sweat to rise against her smooth, honey skin. So much the better, she purred to herself, anticipating, at last, a contest worthy of her perfect body and supple mind. The more powerful the adversary the sweeter the victory, she reasoned as a tremor of pure lust tore through her firm muscles like a poison and she found herself trembling.
She found herself grabbing Antiope's hands almost involuntarily, the Greek's long, strong fingers twining into hers as they locked together, and felt the pounding of the other woman's heart as their chests collided. Perhaps she's not as collected as she pretends, the dark-skinned Queen realized; Antiope's frantic heartbeat was impossible to miss. She could feel the tremors of the other woman's building frenzy with every beat as her diamond-hard nipples stabbed almost painfully into Nefertiti's soft areolas. The pleasure/pain of her sensitive breasts pressed against the barbarian's rock-hard nipples was too much to bear and the African beauty found herself screaming against her will, felt the hotness in her face as she flushed in shame, but then she realized that the keening sound she was hearing was not herself alone; the stunning Greek was gasping out her own involuntary wail of anguished delight, her sweet breath hot on the god-queen's face.
Nefertiti managed, by supreme effort, to open her eyes as she snarled at her rival and found that Antiope had done the same. The young queen's face was set into a rictus of lust and fury as she bared her glistening white teeth at her raven-haired adversary. Looking into those lustrous blue eyes the Egyptian was certain that the Greek was experiencing the same troubling thoughts; this woman, no, goddess, is more than I had bargained for. Could she actually be my equal? I've never encountered such sexual prowess, such physical perfection, such indomitable will. Is it possible that I could even be defeated? Never!
Conflict
Grasping each other round the waist, they clapped their pendulous breasts together, groaning and thrilling at the erotically charged impact. A flurry of heavy smacks ensued as they struggled to position their rolling udders to best advantage. Both racks felt tumescent and sweaty; the opposing mounds of flesh, alabaster white and cinnamon brown, held in seeming stalemate as they were slammed, stretched, and squeezed most un-regally.
Antiope moaned softly and tried to dispel her doubts as Nefertiti matched her for skill and creativity in the breast battle, the dark beauty's superb body a match for her own divine form in physical perfection. She had not expected this; had never met another woman who, like her, was devoid of any blemish or weakness. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she found herself wondering if Nefertiti's claims of divine origin were true. It seemed the only way that the female could be so perfectly formed.
Sensing a tighter lock-up would be to her advantage, Antiope pulled her rival in. Intense erotic shivers ran down each woman’s spine as their huge fleshy erogenous zones mated, while deep inside the mounds of struggling flesh, hot, sharp nipples locked in combat.
“Admit your weak udders cannot resist mine!” the blonde hissed after they had endured long minutes of intense struggle. But experience seemed to say otherwise, as their opposing teats trembled with tension, but held each other, perfectly matched in firmness, weight, and size. “No woman’s breasts, mortal or godly, have ever defeated these heavyweights,” Nefertiti grunted. “You must try much harder than that if you hope to make a dent in them!”
And try much harder they did: wrapping long limbs and torsos together so tightly; gouging and squeezing their conjoined breasts so hard they collapsed to their knees before long, writhing in an ecstasy of rapture and heavenly pain.
Both women moaned plaintively, close to climaxing as the pressure on their taut teats grew unbearable and hot juices ran down their inner thighs. But as the air grew thick with heavenly musk, the dark beauty divined how to break the impasse first. Attacking Antiope’s drooling femininity with probing fingers, she pinned her mewling adversary to the floor and secured the contest’s first submission with a flurry of irresistibly deep, penetrative strokes.
Passion
“You promised a warm welcome cousin, but I never expected to find you so accommodating,” Nefertiti teased when the breathless blonde stayed her hand. “I’ve tasted a lot but never supped on such sweet goddess nectar before,” she added, licking her fingers like a contented cat.
“I’m always a diligent host,” Antiope purred. “But fair warning, I’m barely warmed up yet. This goddess can cum for hours without weakening.” She ran her fingers down Nefertiti’s wet slit and popped them in her mouth. “Mm, you taste heavenly, but you’re still a weak slut and I’ll defeat you!”
“I think not barbarian. But let’s play some more, shall we, and find out?”
Consumed by lust the goddesses threw themselves at each other, their lush bodies coming together in a slap of succulent flesh. Holding each other tight, they shared an impassioned kiss, trembling as their swollen teats and pubic mounds melded together, each feeling the sexual power of the other.
Nefertiti moaned as the blonde’s probing tongue parted her dark lips but parried the attack, their muscular taste organs locking in serpentine struggle deep inside their drooling mouths. Antiope reached around the Egyptian’s curving hips, drawing her in close but Nefertiti countered and began sliding her wet pussy up and down against the Greek’s, hoping to push her over the edge again. Antiope groaned as a new arousal enveloped her but matched her adversary, stroke for stroke, until they were driving against each other in a ferocious standing fuck. Soon both queens threw their heads back and shrieked as one, sharing an intense climax while barely slowing down.
With blood pounding in her head and loins Antiope was anxious to level the contest but could feel time was running out. Gripping her foe in a hold she’d seen her royal wrestlers use many times she braced and turned, throwing her astonished opponent to the floor. Nefertiti landed hard, big teats quivering, luscious thighs spread, exposing her dripping sex. Antiope wasted no time, mounting her adversary and riding her hard. Top grind advantage allowed the Greek to dictate the pace mercilessly and Nefertiti soon arched off the rug, her voluptuous body shaking in submission. As her powerful vagina contracted, streams of goddess nectar ejected inside her opponent. Gasping with extreme pleasure Antiope flexed her inner muscles and held the juices inside her as long as possible, enjoying the divine feeling of power this gave.
Lust
“That was the wettest surrender ever,” Antiope smiled, rocking back on her haunches. “Now the rug reeks more of you than the tiger I killed for it.”
Nefertiti seized the Greek by her luscious blonde locks. “And you will find me a more lethal predator than the wildest beast you’ve ever hunted!”
Antiope laughed aloud at that. “Then let the hunt begin!”
They pulled each other into another long, deep seductive kiss; swapping spit, licking, biting, sucking. Using every ploy they knew in an effort to weaken their opponent’s resolve, the women’s bodies began to move sensuously and sinuously in a slow hard grind. Each could feel her strong breasts and sharp nipples straining for dominance against the other’s equally formidable teats. Each could feel her pussy burn with desire as their powerfully voluptuous bodies dueled with furious intent.
“She’s on fire yet so deliciously wet,” Antiope mused, fighting to avoid being overwhelmed as she was bombarded by powerful erotic sensations. For her part, Nefertiti had never been so close to losing control in sexual struggle, with this blonde goddess she had encountered so often in her dreams. “This will go much better for me on the ground,” she thought, forcing a leg behind the blonde’s calf, and sending them both tumbling. The women fell on each other again with cries of passion, twining together atop the sleek animal skin like mating serpents, fighting always for sexual dominance.
Soon the floodgates of burning passion were truly opened as two goddess like bodies and their celestial energies melted into one. But though surrender followed surrender, neither Nefertiti nor Antiope had come close so far to achieving the dominance she craved. Each felt the core of the other’s sexual power burning into her, weakening her resolve with each orgasm conceded; but found her own power returning, and regaining new heights of potency, as she recovered. Such is the nature of all goddesses’ sexual battles.
As the minutes lengthened into hours, realization slowly dawned that there was nothing to separate them in skill, strength, stamina, or lust for victory. It was too late to stop the madness. All either woman could hope to do now was to win at all costs, by fucking her foe into oblivion.
Frenzy
“Now fight!” At Antiope’s signal, the two women lunged again, slamming their crotches together to unleash a fine misty spray of sex juice, pushing even harder as their engorged labia lined up and merged with each other in a perfect match. Pressing through fleshy hoods their erect clits met with a shocking, almost unbearably exquisite pressure and they cried out, throwing their heads back with sufficient force to send their heavy breasts careering upwards.
The battle raged on for hours as Nefertiti and Antiope used every erotic gambit and seductive ploy they knew striving to break their opponent’s resolve, to weaken her sexual potency and drain her stamina first. To force the other woman to cum harder, for longer, and with greater frequency until the spent loser lay gasping in ultimate surrender, unable to rise and continue, at the victor’s feet.
Many times, one goddess succeeded in pinning her rival submissively to the floor… but only until her orgasmic spasms subsided. Then the other one quickly found her mark again and both women instinctively reached out to pull each other into a hot, sweaty clinch, lips sealing in a deep and chaotic kiss as their trembling bodies continued to struggle.
And the whole cycle started again… and again.
Dawn
Soft amber light slanted into Cadmea’s opulent throne room signifying the dawn of a new day. In the centre it illuminated two women crouched atop a rumpled, stained animal skin rug, their nubile bodies naked and completely entwined. On closer inspection both looked the worse for wear: disheveled hair matted and tangled; their skin flushed and blotchy, displaying tell-tale blemishes and abrasions that divulged a long night spent in the pursuit of a peculiarly aggressive erotic duel.
The weapons the women had employed for this duel were their lush naked bodies, their mouths, breasts, bellies, thighs, fingers and vaginas. They had fought a remarkably close battle through the night: trading submission for submission until both lost count of how many temporary sexual victories they had won and lost.
As the dawn light crept across her beautiful bloodshot face, the dark-haired woman moaned, feeling her bruised and aching clit starting to grow turgid again. She could feel her tender swollen breasts pressing into her rival’s big teats, gummed together by the dried-in sweat and goo spreading around their weeping nipples.
“Dirty fucking slut…”
“Filthy fucking whore…”
Amazed at how quickly their sexual energy could restore itself, the women pressed their tumescent clits together as they grappled on the sex-slimed rug. The sound of hot, wet flesh slapping and sucking filled the room again as each struggled to conquer the other one more time.
Proud, insatiable and unbowed, these incredible goddesses were still locked together hours later, as multiple orgasms of ever-increasing intensity coursed through their perfect, sweat-soaked bodies.
“Ready to submit yet, bitch?” Antiope gasped, starting to increase the pace of her gyrations again.
“Fuck that, I’m just getting started,” Nefertiti moaned. And she meant it.
Aftermath
The rest, as they say, is history.
As the contest entered its final day it became clear both exhausted queens were perfectly matched in skill, strength, stamina and lust, and an impasse had been reached.
Having established themselves as physical and sexual equals it seemed only right and proper that Nefertiti and Antiope should sit side by side on the thrones of state rather than one queen to rule all the lands.
Accordingly, instructions were issued and a ceremony to unite both thrones took place. But even as they sat together in apparent bliss and harmony it was clear that neither queen could stop scheming.
I’d say we have unfinished business Nefertiti, wouldn’t you dear sister?”
“I’d certainly agree. Now, as I must soon return to Thebes, why don’t we meet there, in my palace in three months’ time, and discover which of us has made more progress in the carnal arts by then?”
“What an excellent idea. One day I know that I will sit on both thrones and make you my sex slave, as I promised I would.”
Nefertiti’s face lit up at the thought. “I’d certainly like to see you try, dear sister!”
The Egyptian queen was clearly plotting something special for next time and Antiope seemed blissfully unaware. What it was, only time would tell.
THE END
