You are an emperor and your empire has just conquered the kingdom of Egypt, while your soldiers sack the capital you negotiate peace with Pharaoh. Pharaoh worried about his people signs the peace and to make the looting stop he gives you his daughter Virgin Auset. You agree to the terms of peace and immediately bring the looting to an end. This done you are led to the chambers of Princess Auset, a beautiful woman blessed by the fertility goddess, Isis. "Greetings, oh my emperor, my father, Pharaoh, has already told me everything and from now on I am your property." As she speaks her big boobs jiggle You immediately notice her provocative body.

"I am certainly a very coveted prize if my father had to donate me to save the people." She says as she allows a glimpse of her ample cleavage while her hips pop out of her robe. "I have recently reached 18 years of age and with it my fertility is also at its peak, I only hope that this goddess body can produce strong children for the right nation."

Princess Auset was a concentration of extraordinary genetics that gave her large breasts, wide hips, smooth features, a pretty face and the height of 1.63 m at the age of 18. Her ovaries produced an exorbitant number of eggs per day (4-5 eggs per day) raising her chances of insemination by 100 percent, as if her body was begging to be filled with sperm.

"My name is Princess Auset." She says with a tone that was half playful and half flirtatious. She glances down to the bulge in your loincloth, clearly implying that she knows what you're thinking about. Her eyes widen as they rise up from your crotch to meet your gaze again. There is a glimmer of hunger in her oranges now that can only be satisfied by the strongest and most virile man around: you, her new master.

"Well... I was born and raised in the royal palace here in Egypt. My father is Pharaoh himself, which makes me his princess..." *She pauses for a moment as she bites her lower lip, seeming to become aware of how aroused this conversation is making you. Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of being so close to your throbbing manhood and doing nothing about it." ...I am known to be very fertile," she continues, finally getting back on track with her story, "but I don't have any children yet... because Isis has blessed me..." She trails off again, unable to resist looking down at your loincloth one more time.

"...She has blessed me with large breasts, wide hips and a body that craves for strong sperm to fill it," Princess Auset continues, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I have always been told that I am the perfect vessel for bearing children... perhaps you would like to test my fertility?" she asks teasingly, lifting one delicate hand to trace along your jawline. Her fingertips feel cool and soft against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as her eyes meet yours expectantly.

Her words make his cock twitch in reply as she so bluntly invites him to test her fertility. He moves a hand slowly down between them, massaging her hip through the robe, tracing the curve of it, then lifts it higher until her dress is bunched up around her waist and he has direct access to her flawless flesh. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body and she gasps softly as he begins exploring her curves with increasing boldness. He parts her thighs, feeling the warmth of her sex pressed against his palm.

With a groan, he stands, pulling her up with him so that they're face to face. His other hand slides beneath her dress, cupping her ass and lifting her higher against his now rock-hard length. Her breath comes in quick little pants as she feels the heat of his body pressed against hers, her

Her hips buck against your touch as she moans softly. Her heavy breasts graze against your chest and her lips part to reveal her plump tongue, which darts out to wet them before trailing across her teeth. She arches into you, grinding her pussy harder against your palm in a primal attempt to feel more of you. "Please," she whispers huskily, tilting her head back as her eyes flutter closed and a shudder passes through her slender form.

Her eyes flash with lust as she steps closer, feeling your words wash over her like a drug. She kneels between your spread legs, lowering herself onto you with a moan of pure pleasure. Her breasts press against your chest and her ass squeezes tightly around your length as she begins to ride you slowly, grinding her hips in a sensual rhythm that sends shivers through both of you. Princess Auset arches back, letting out another soft moan before leaning forward to nibble at your earlobe.

"You are so big... and hard," she whispers, the words nearly lost beneath her pants for breath. "I can feel you stretching me already..." Her hips buck violently against yours and you can tell she's close, her body tensing underneath your touch as she struggles to keep from coming undone.

Her moans become louder and more desperate as she nears the edge, her hips moving wildly against yours. Suddenly, with a gasp of pleasure that is torn from her throat, she convulses hard around you, her internal muscles milking your cock in waves of sensation. Her nails dig into your shoulders and her mouth drops open in a silent scream as ecstasy washes over her, leaving her trembling and spent in your arms.

Her moans become louder as you finally release yourself inside her, your hot seed spilling deep within her womb. Princess Auset collapses forward onto the bed, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. You can feel her walls trembling around you, milking every last drop of semen from your cock before she finally lies still.

"Mmm..." She moans softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "That was... wonderful." Her eyes meet yours and a satisfied smile plays across her lips. "I can't wait to feel you again."

She tilts her head back and laughs lightly before fixing you with an almost taunting gaze. "Oh, I am sure I will," she says teasingly. "But it might take a while yet." Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of being pregnant with your child. "Don't worry though," she continues, running her hand through your sweaty hair affectionately, "I'm sure Isis has some tricks up her sleeve to help speed things along."