Queen Ankhesentiti lay in her chambers one day, bored and wondering what she would do with her day. She got up off her luxurious bed and walked out onto the rooftop terrace overlooking her palace courtyard.

She stood on the terrace, leaning on the stone railing as she looked out at the land she ruled. It was a fine land, rich with resources and wealth. She was quite content and her people were happy with her as their ruler. Queen Ankhesentiti was a fair and just ruler, benevolent to her people, and she was very well loved.

Unfortunately, the life of a queen did have its pitfalls. As the supreme ruler of the land, she found her own needs as a woman often had to be put aside. After all, she was the queen, ordained to rule the empire by the gods themselves – what mortal man could hope to charm their way into her bed? Ankhesentiti had wealth, power, and influence beyond measure, but she lacked companionship and true intimate love.

She sighed and turned to return to her chambers. The life of an Egyptian queen wasn’t as exciting as one might hope. Most of the actual governing was done by her vizier (somewhat equal today to the Secretary of State in America or the Prime Minister in England). After that, the ruling was broken down into the chieftans of the various clans that lived in the land.

Ankhesentiti’s title was more of an honorary one ... she was the head of the government and did have the final say on what went on there, but she also had to take under advisement the suggestions of her other government officials if she wanted to remain in power.

Unfortunately, being the ruler of such a vast and wealthy empire was not the safest job, there was always someone looking to overthrow the government to put themselves in power instead!

Suddenly one of Ankhesentiti’s handmaidens appeared in the doorway to her chamber. Ankhesentiti’s handmaidens were the only people allowed to enter the private chambers of the queen uninvited.

Even the palace eunuchs were not allowed into the inner sanctum of the Queen’s bedchambers. They were allowed into the living quarters of the queen to cook and clean and such, but the bedchambers were strictly forbidden to everyone but the queen’s ten handmaidens. These handmaidens, all individually picked out by the queen herself, were all virginal and pure, none of them had ever known a man.

“My queen,” the woman said, kneeling and bowing respectfully. Ankhesentiti turned to see who had addressed her. “Rise Naira, what is it?” she asked, summoning the young woman to her side.

“My queen, there is a visitor in the royal council room who wishes to see you,” Naira said, excitedly.

“Who might it be, Naira?” the queen asked.

“Just come and see ... please my queen!” Naira said, nearly beside herself with excitement.

What could have Naira so excited and worked up? Ankhesentiti thought to herself. Whatever it was, it must be important. Naira was usually one of her more calm and level-headed handmaidens.

“Then let us go and see what could cause my otherwise sensible handmaiden to be in such an unbalanced state!” she said, smiling.

The two women left the bedchambers and walked through the living quarters then down the hallway to the council room. This council room is where most of the more important governmental discussions and decisions were made. But it is also where diplomatic and personal meetings of the queen took place as well.

As Ankhesentiti and Naira entered the council room, Ankhesentiti saw that the room was empty. She turned to Naira puzzled. “What is this, Naira? What is this all about?” the queen asked.

“My queen, we are concerned that you spend so much time alone. It is not good that you are so lonely. It is also not good that you do not enjoy ... the pleasures of men. We, as your handmaidens, do not know men, but we have each other and we can enjoy our own pleasure.

“But you, my queen, do not have either. So with your permission, we have brought you a gift!” she said, waving her hand to the other side of the room.

Right on cue, a second handmaiden came into the council room. But she wasn’t alone. Following behind her was someone else – a man, chained and wearing a mask, following quietly behind the handmaiden.

“What is this, Rayen?” Ankhesentiti asked.

“My queen, we have brought you a gift ... for your pleasure,” she said, bowing but remaining standing.

Ankhesentiti looked at the girls going from one to the other. Then she looked at the masked man. He was shirtless wearing what appeared to be peasant pants and no sandals.

“What is going on here? You both know that as queen, I cannot be with a common peasant man! Such an act would defile me and corrupt the very nobility of which I am part of!” she said, trying not to be angry at her handmaidens.

The two girls giggled together. “Forgive us for our prank, my queen. This is Prince Farouk, a prince from another kingdom many days travel from here. He was passing through our lands when we found him.

“As a prince and without a partner of his own, we thought it would be the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy a little pleasure. We don’t expect it to be a lasting commitment, Prince Farouk is just passing through, but it isn’t often there is a man in this land that you can enjoy this way. And the Prince has been very kind and understanding about the whole matter,” Rayen explained.

“I see,” Ankhesentiti said, picking up the chain and pulling the masked man closer. She placed her hand on the masked prince’s crotch, feeling an admirable and quite interesting bulge there.

“Leave us,” the queen said to the girls, who bowed and then turned, giggling amongst themselves, as they left the two alone in the room. Ankhesentiti then turned to the prince and pulled him closer.

She looked over the man at the end of the chain. He was tall and very well built, with a powerful chest, and strong muscular arms. Ankhesentiti started to see the possibilities here and she felt a dampness beginning to appear in her nether region.

“Let’s take that mask off, it looks terribly uncomfortable,” she said. Ankhesentiti reached up and slowly removed the mask from his face, wondering what this prince from a far off land would look like.

As the mask came down, Ankhesentiti was pleasantly surprised, Prince Farouk was a very handsome man!

Oh my! This prince might be just what I needed today! This could be fun, and since he is just passing through, there won’t be any trouble later! she thought to herself.

She could feel the tingling in her pussy and it was obvious from her cupless bejeweled bra that her nipples were hard and eager to be sucked. The gold powder she wore around her nipples and areola drew his attention to them (as it was designed to do) and he smiled – seems he wasn’t the only one getting hard here!

As part of her jewelry and lavish adornment, Ankhesentiti wore jewel-encrusted fake “claws” that she could slide on and off her fingertips. Using one of the claws on her index finger she put it under his chin and gently pulled his face closer to hers. Then she moved the claw up to play with his bottom lip and hold it as she licked his mouth playfully.

Up to now, he had not touched Ankhesentiti out of respect for her position as queen of this land he was in. He was a visitor in a foreign land far from home and he was in the palace alone, he knew that the queen must have palace guards everywhere so he had to be respectful and courteous.

However, with her first play made and her intentions clear, he decided it was time to show this queen how they did things back home!

Ankhesentiti’s two thoughtful handmaidens had brought in several large pillows and ornate rugs and blankets, all of which made for a very comfortable and sizeable bed. The Prince took advantage of the comfortable accommodations to push the queen down onto the pillows and lay her on her back. He knelt down next to the queen and looked down at the beautiful ruler.

Queen Ankhesentiti was indeed very beautiful, from her long brown hair, lovely blue eyes and full sensuous lips, to her ornately adorned 5’5” frame and alluring 34-24-34 measurements, she was indeed the queen of seduction and she knew how to use her body to its best advantage. She raised her arms up over her head, placing her hands back to back in a signal that she was allowing him to do as he wished with her.

The Prince reached to her sides and unclasped the gold fitting to her long white skirt. It wasn’t really a skirt in the modern sense; it was floor length, but it was split all the way up both sides to the thin gold-embellished waistbelt that the Prince now unfastened. Once he had removed the skirt, the Queen was left in her cupless bra with its gold chains draped down her flat stomach, and the white panties that lay under her skirt.

Prince Farouk leaned over the beautiful queen and lowered his mouth slowly to hers. He paused for a moment only a couple inches from hers and waited. When he heard a soft moan and felt her hot breath he continued down and brushed his lips very lightly across hers.

She put her hands on his broad shoulders, lightly raking him with the claws as she put one long lean leg around behind his. When he felt her rubbing her legs on the back of his, he deepened his kiss, devouring her sweet lips like he had been starving for them.

Queen Ankhesentiti responded to his urgent kiss with one of her own, as she parted her lips she found his tongue waiting to come in and play with hers. Ankhesentiti took his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it like it was a tiny cock, letting him know her plans for him at the same time.

She gasped when the Prince finally broke their kiss. She hadn’t expected such a powerful and desperate kiss and it took her breath away for a second. “Oh, my prince! I haven’t been kissed like that in such a long time!” she moaned when her breath returned.

He moved his kisses to her neck and then down to her shoulder right in the notch where her shoulder meets with her neck. Ankhesentiti moaned again and moved her head away exposing her neck to his hot mouth.

Prince Farouk kissed her neck then moved to her collarbone and finally to the notch at the top of her breastbone. From there he kissed his way down the front of her chest until he reached the top of her luscious 34DD breasts.

Ankhesentiti’s moans told him that she wanted more ... that she wanted him to continue doing what he was doing. Which was fine with him – he was more than willing to give her as much as she wanted.

Ankhesentiti put her hands under her breasts, holding them up and offering them to his hungry mouth. Farouk put his hot mouth over one gold powdered nipple, licking and sucking the stiffly swollen bud and causing her moans to increase in volume and desire.