[Reason]

Gee, Stef is an amazing artist. The prefect match for your amazing writing really.

[Mimi]

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[cpbell0033944]

Wow Mimi, she's perfect!  I may be a femuscle addict, but dangerous curves come a close second in my book. ;D 8)

[Mimi]

Continuing… this is an unedited, first draft…  It is not complete yet.

[font=times new roman]Mawiyah signaled for Rebekka to stop, gradually drawing the tongue from her mouth, trying to regain her stance. Mawiyah furiously untied the leather straps that held the armor to Rebekka’s chest… she desperately wanted to see that thick, noble chest that dwelled beneath the rugged armor.  Rebekka’s face hovered through the mystical dark strands of Mawiyah’s hair, inebriated by the lush pine fragrance.  The sweet aroma elevated the young woman’s soul, validating the truth that she always knew was in her heart… 

The last leather cord flung off as Mawiyah seductively unearthed the cruel shielding.  The smitten warrior, sighing in tender liberation, curved her spine to straighten her back… removing the heavy armor, Mawiyah became transfixed on the revelation itself; a magical overture of the world’s most beautiful work of art.  There, in its glorious splendor, stood a vast sea of striking fortune…  an untold amount of sustenance that crippled the Queen’s senses.  Standing completely still, Mawiyah was benumbed. 

“So much beauty.” The queen drunkenly said to herself.

Mawiyah’s edifying voyage began on Rebekka’s wedded pair of chiseled breasts, not round or large like Mawiyah’s, yet razed and polished by years of raging warfare.  Her breasts stood proud atop the mighty chest, stewing with an untold amount of sheer strength Mawiyah had never before witnessed.  The outer edges of breast curved and distended to give them a savory, equipoise fullness.  Rebekka breathed a steady pace, giving a gentle lift to every fiercely carved fiber of muscle encircling her chest.  The lofty peaks of her spherical shoulders twitched, suggesting a wealth of even more power that kept Mawiyah’s trance fixed. 

Thereupon the outcrops of thick-laced fiber, sweeping upward like the wings of Heaven’s most cherished angel, dressing the intersecting notches of quivering beef to define Rebekka’s neck and shoulders.  Her neck, flanked by two embedded columns of galvanized vigor, gave way to her illuminating face.  There, waiting for Mawiyah’s scrutiny was Rebekka’s sea-blue eyes, casting the familiar gaze of assurance that Mawiyah wanted to see for the rest of her days.  Rebekka could clearly discern just how riveted her enslaved queen was.  All Mawiyah could do was sluggishly shake her head in open-mouthed reverence, as if to say “How could I be here with a woman like you?”

The Queen watched her fingertips tediously trace the sleek rippled muscle, feeling the extraordinarily arousing structure of each steamy muscle.  She hypnotically watched as her fingers trickled between every deep ravine that cleaved each muscle so perfectly… it was as if she were caressing the very wings of Heaven’s most cherished angel.  Mawiyah was overcome with the realization that she had lived her entire life to become this soldier’s unquestionable thrall… there was simply no manner known in resisting Rebekka’s solid aura of vividness and power.

“I’ve always wanted a woman who would touch me like this.”  Confessed the mountainous goddess.

Mawiyah’s brow crinkled, motioning that she was far too weak to even raise her hand.  Rebekka comforted the queen’s hypnotic state by taking her hand in hers. 

“I need you… I need this body.” Mawiyah finally voiced.

Nodding in accord, Rebekka brought Mawiyah’s sweaty palm to her left breast, sealing it to the swollen outcropping.  Mawiyah winced in exotic agony, ravished by the moist warmth of Rebekka’s breast.  Rebekka closed her eyes, taking in a vast intake of air, lifting her bosom high.  Even how Rebekka breathed sounded marvelous, like a vigorous beast atop a commanding mountain of erotic authority.  Mawiyah mumbled an unintelligible moan of desire, seeing how small her hand was compared to the agrarian width of hard, sculpted breast… she could have put four hands on just that one potent breast, and still had room for more.  What was more thrilling was Mawiyah imagining what Rebekka may have once looked like, and how many years and wars it took to fix the limits of her grand muscular form.   

“Why do you need a woman like me?” Rebekka followed.

“Why does a flower need the sun?  Or seek the quenching goodness of water?” the queen scarcely whispered in a trustworthy reply.

Her piercing words stabbed Rebekka’s soul.  She knew Mawiyah was correct… there was just no words that could explain why a woman craved another, particularly a woman that completely redefined the true meaning of unconditional beauty.

“Be the King of my heart, and of my lands.” Mawiyah helplessly whispered before falling into the mighty embrace of Rebekka’s triumphant arms.

The mighty warrior carefully swallowed the queen’s voluptuous bronzed flesh into her well-proportioned embrace.

Later…

At the official ceremony welcoming Rebekka’s Army, not on expense was spared in greeting Rebekka and her men.  The mood was evidently more relaxed as Rebekka’s men had been lavishly gratified by Mawiyah’s throng of matrons.  For Rebekka, she was given a hero’s welcome by an Epicurean bath, followed by a drawn-out full body oil massage by the queen.  Outfitted in an elegant, ivory kimono, Rebekka glowed as two handmaiden’s led the warrior into the dining hall.  Mawiyah, adorned in her imperial wardrobe, reserved only for the highest privileged ceremonies, stood before her strapping young woman.  Mawiyah’s eyes; thick and layered with makeup, cast a provocative gaze in Rebekka’s direction.  It was as if a language that only both women could grasp, that ache in one’s heart when you desperately crave the touch of one’s soul mate.   

Back behind the curtains stood Aludra, stewing in her revulsion towards the mighty warrior.  She knew as well as Mawiyah did that once Rebekka swept Mawiyah from her feet, there would no little to no chance Mawiyah would return to father a hopeful child.  The hateful sting of jealousy and rage set root in Aludra’s heart, inducing tears of utter discontent.

Standing high on her throne, Queen Mawiyah lifted her chalice to officially welcome the visiting Army of Germania. 

“I hereby salute and embrace the heroic Army of Germania, and her awe inspiring connoisseur, the mighty warrior Rebekka.”  The queen announced.

A rapid flood of applause followed as the queen continued her praises.

“Let us bask in this evening’s good will… and let us also pray for a peaceful and aristocratic conclusion to our hostilities.” Mawiyah continued before locking eyes with her coveted gallant warrior.

“May we come to see the faithful beauty beneath the dark misery of war.” Mawiyah softly uttered, drinking from her golden chalice. 

Rebekka followed suit, amazed by Mawiyah’s heartfelt divulgence.  Never before had anyone publicly addressed her in such an affectionate custom.  Their devoted gaze secure once more, Rebekka reveled in the scrumptious sight of Mawiyah’s hourglass, motherly figure.  Her heart pounded in thinking of what lied ahead on this night.  Due to time restraints, the two could not appropriately conclude their intimate encounter, and had to settle for an hour long, luscious full body oil massage from the queen.  Indeed, the sizable combatant was forthwith falling under the intoxicating hex of the quixotic Queen of Zafarana.  Relaxing in her monarchical cathedra, Rebekka watched as the Queen perched her fertile flesh upon her royal rug, lying on her hip to manifest her willingness to consummate her and Rebekka’s blooming passion.  Now the hunger inside Rebekka’s barbaric heart turned deeper, reaching deep into her courageous soul to bring out the feral woman who wanted to ravage the wondrous Queen in every method known to a woman.

Refined Instrumentalists entered the banquet hall, performing soft harmonious music as the crowd ate the lavish edibles.  Famished herself, Rebekka devoured a plate of luscious fruit before finding her queen vanished.  Alerted, Rebekka stood to find her hopeful mate, only to see the Royal Guards extinguishing the flames along the walls for lighting.  The beautiful melodies ceased, Rebekka sensed an outright sabotage on her and her men.

“Get up, now!” she fired off to her drunken men, slothfully groping their naked women.  “We’ve been betrayed!”

Without warning, the musicians began playing again, yet this time, a more sensual euphony with an carnal rhythm.  Still standing in vigilance, Rebekka looked back to see the illustrious gateway to the room slowly open.  Baffled, Rebekka couldn’t make out who stood in the doorway.  All she could see were two handmaidens beside a curvaceous woman, carrying torches to illuminate her way inside. 

The mystic procession stepped in, allowing the warrior to see the mystifying woman in the middle… it was the Queen, now draped in thinly veiled garb, almost concealing her shapely, healthy form.  She looked to be a dancer, a seductive harlot some would find in the back alleys of Cairo, or some other ignominious city of corruption.  Rebekka relaxed, pleased that her queen did not abandon her, taking in the glorious vista of Mawiyah’s inherently naked flesh.  The Warrior’s unwieldy chest sank, exhaling in the arousing view of the lush broad hips adorned in a form hugging halter that accentuated those golden hips Rebekka desired to command in her mighty grip.  Stepping towards her thick hero, Mawiyah cast a wanton gaze of pure lust through her thin bluish veil… placing both hands upon Rebekka’s hard shoulders, she motioned her hulking mistress back upon the Royal throne to watch the anticipated exhibition in her honor.

With her mouth agape, Rebekka took in the full view of her scantily clad hostess.  Her feet bare, a set of thin golden chains wrapped about both of Mawiyah’s ankles, highlighting the golden hue of her skin.  Sliding upward, not a stitch of fabric was seen as Mawiyah’s tawny legs broadened, developing into a juicy pair of thick beige thighs, thronging encompassing a brimful, round backside that smoothly curved outward like the surge of a white billowy ocean swell.  Rebekka silently cursed whoever it was who strewn that spherical ass in fabric…  although Mawiyah’s hindquarters were clearly visible, Rebekka wanted to angrily rip that sash away from her ass… liberating that wide delicious flesh.

Grasping the Queen’s hips were an assemblage of ornate, hand crafted golden rings, faithfully bouncing against the widest swell of Mawiyah’s buttocks as her body found an instinctive rhythm to the music.  Glancing across her shoulder, Mawiyah saw her titanic suitor’s gaze affixed to her jutting ass.  Raising her arms, Mawiyah began to dance about in a sultry ceremonial performance.  This traditional exhibition was usually reserved for possible male suitors, ensuring their women were fertile enough for their men.  As Queen, Mawiyah was determined on re-establishing this tradition as one that only a woman could experience… besides, Mawiyah did want to show Rebekka that she was indeed fertile… a silent innuendo she knew Rebekka somehow understood.     

Mawiyah’s stomach sank and raised as she leaned backwards, bowing her entire body until her hands touched the marble floor.  Seeing her stomach fully extended, Rebekka abruptly imagined both of her hands grazing that wide golden meadow of divine magnificence.  Slinking to the floor, Mawiyah swung her right leg about, crossing her legs before settling on her knees.  Throwing her lavish mane of hair back in one fell swoop, Mawiyah arched her back to emphasis the rolling span of her lower back, hips and ass to her beau.  Knowing full well of Rebekka’s hunger for her backside, Mawiyah reached back to rip the sash from her, revealing those mounting cheeks of pure ripe goodness… upon hearing the fierce tearing of the cloth, Rebekka couldn’t hold herself back any longer.  Standing atop the throne, Rebekka tore the flimsy kimono from her overwhelming frame, revealing the regal vista of divine power and grace for all to see.  Stepping out to the luscious flesh that awaited her touch, Rebekka knew what she wanted.  Mawiyah’s handmaidens quickly brought out two sterling chalices, lavishly pouring heaping rivulets of warm olive oil across the chestnut hued billows of the Queen’s backside.  At a leisurely pace, the oil sheathed each quivering mound, slothfully pooling between the dark cleavage that divided the sumptuous feast.  Mawiyah felt the booming thud of Rebekka’s steps, knowing that her lover was near… lowering her head between her arms, the Queen basked in the reality that her body was about to become forever bound to her mountainous female lover.

Kneeling behind the Queen, Rebekka lifted each hand, sinking down to raze the plumpness of both glossy globes.  Rebekka gasped while her chest heaved, feeling the Queen’s marvelous fleshy smoothness mold itself to her strong palms.  The warm oil trickled between the warrior’s fingers, triggering yet another gulp of awe.  Kneading the mounds of deliciousness, Rebekka observed as her authoritarian hands slowly worked the buxom ass.  Mawiyah’s head lifted, freeing a tumultuous cry of hope and pleasure.  The hands that brought so much death and destruction to so many, were now, at long last, doing what nature had meant for them to do all along… to love, to touch, to worship.

Mawiyah’s face deformed, luxuriating in the strength of Rebekka’s clutches.  Her body slithered below Rebekka, twisting about as she felt a wide palm grasp her shoulder… foraging down her spine, all before getting another handful of ass in her grip once more. 

All around them were countless men and women, fully nude… whimpering and suffering from the countless joys of sexual intimacy.  Some of the couples were as if wild animals… some soft and intimate… yet in the middle of it all were the one couple that truly mattered.  The pair that would forever determine the course of this war… and it was far from anything closely related to hostile.  Tonight, muscles and words would be used for love… utilized for something so incredibly beautiful.

Rebekka closed her eyes, assuring herself that this prized goddess was actually hers.  Clutching the sides of Mawiyah’s bulging hips; Rebekka brought those moist cheeks back against her groin.  The oily warmth bound their flesh together… both women understandably moved by the deep relevance.  The strong brave hands ran upward to explore the sides of Mawiyah’s hips and stomach, all before circling down to batten Mawiyah’s living essence.  Having never touched a woman in such a manner, Rebekka found herself drowning in homosexual extravagance, sensually praying for her one true Queen to save her… imploring her lover’s buxom oily flesh with a attenuated moan of pure longing.  The pairing were indeed a sight to behold… a scrumptious, curvaceous woman balanced together with a statuesque hunk, so elegantly polished and refined.  It was a pairing of the most improbable of circumstances.  Raw, rugged, war torn flesh anchored down to a healthy, full-bosomed female.  It was a union that inspired… a coupling that redefined what once was considered standard in Zafarana.  Rebekka and Mawiyah’s romance would motivate legions of men and women, invigorate artists’ canvases… leave the population speechless in humility and admiration.  This was truly the beginning of something remarkable.

Rebekka easily lifted Mawiyah’s ass high, gyrating her groin deep into the velvety girth of Mawiyah’s ass.  Rebekka’s vast upper body jerked, a surreal involuntary reaction, causing the hulking warrior to fall atop her lover’s back.  Angrily clutching Mawiyah’s wrists, Rebekka spread her and the Queen’s arms outward as her teeth sank deep into Mawiyah’s sweaty neck.  Like a famished beast, Rebekka chewed into the supple skin, lapping and suckling it as she ground her essence into the top swell of Mawiyah’s ass.  Mawiyah entwined her fingers with Rebekka’s, crying out in scandalous trauma that a muscular brute was atop of her, crushing and thrashing her with all of her being…  it was too good to be true.

“Want you.” Snarled the brawny savage.  “I want you.”

“Oooh, you beautiful creature you.” Replied the breathless matriarch.

Mawiyah shuddered, feeling Rebekka’s jagged chest subdue her back.  The colossal range of Rebekka’s rippled chest and sculpted shoulders engulfed the queen’s tiny frame.  All anyone could see was a dazzling heap of undulating muscle and bigness.  Yet beneath the brawn and power, endless confessions of love and reverence were being pledged. 

“I’ve prayed for a woman like you.” Confessed Mawiyah before her ear was swallowed by the warrior’s mouth.  “Ooohh, yes Rebekka.  My God, yes.” 

Somehow, Mawiyah’s right hand became free as it swung around to clasp Rebekka’s tasseled blond mane.  For Rebekka, her entire being converged on smothering her groin to the beloved spherical pumpkins of ass.

“Take me to my chamber.” Breathlessly begged the queen.  “Make this our eternal crepuscule.” 

Disembarking Mawiyah’s trodden backside, Rebekka grabbed her queen by the arms, flinging her up into her arms, bending over to sweep the matriarch into her commanding arms.  At long last, Mawiyah’s lifelong dream to be carried away to her bedstead by a tall mammoth woman was bequeathed to her.  Gazing at Rebekka with her misty eyes, Mawiyah knew she had found her one veritable element.  Carrying Mawiyah was of no effort whatsoever for the giant female.  Stepping away from the pool of naked men and women, Rebekka’s gaze paired with the queen’s as both knew that this night would forever cement their destiny as one.  Rebekka would perpetually leave her footprints across the Queen’s heart and soul, leaving her mark for all to see, for all time.

Strolling out into the dark empty corridor, Rebekka carried her mistress away.  With her arms draped about her hero’s swollen neck, Mawiyah lovingly placed her head against Rebekka’s gallant, potent chest.  It was every girl’s dream… to be tenderly carried away in speechless wonder.  Mawiyah’s eyes fluttered, feeling the heavy pounding of Rebekka’s footsteps upon the marble floor.  The massive thumps reverberated throughout her body, equivalent to driving Rebekka’s being deep inside Mawiyah’s essence.  Lightly placing her right hand across Rebekka’s chest, Mawiyah could only watch her lover’s curdled chest rise and lower in awesome stride.

“My one true hero.” Mawiyah silently told herself.  “I am complete.”   

The large wooden door creaked open as Rebekka skillfully strolled into the Royal Bedchamber.  Carrying in her arms was the picturesque queen of Zafarana, the matriarch of her country… conqueror of the mighty warrior Rebekka’s heart.  The bucolic, solid arms of the warrior, tinged in slight effort, adhered to the syrupy flesh of her queen.  Mawiyah’s right palm reached out to caress the hard, serrated slab of Rebekka’s shoulder.  It felt godly… the hard roundness easily fit her palm, like a smoothed stone… gentle, firm… thick.  How on earth a woman could ever become so big, so capable of carrying a woman like her for an extended period bewildered Mawiyah.

With a dozen small candles illuminating the cozy bedchamber, Mawiyah could finally revel in the glorious sight of Rebekka’s imposing nakedness.  The light scantily lit the king-size body, enough to cast deep inviting shadows of utter flawlessness across the knolls and endless valleys of muscle and grace.  Mawiyah was gently placed back upon the safety of her berth as Rebekka crept atop her slowly…

“No.” whispered Mawiyah. “Let my eyes see you in all your glory, my love.” 

Rebekka conceded, standing back in subtle wonder.  Mawiyah crawled about, so she could see up close her prized behemoth’s flesh.  Looking down at Mawiyah’s unencumbered flesh, both women indulged each other by their respective bodies.  Reaching out like a helpless child, Mawiyah fingertips feathered across Rebekka’s bursting thigh.  Long sweeping vales of strength outlined its enigmatic contour, evoking awe and sensuality as it twitched in barely concealed power.  Widening her palm as far as it could go, Mawiyah tried to wrap her palm about the thigh, but needed at least nine more hands to fully cloak the hefty stalk.  This was a leg that supported a great warrior, carrying her to incalculable wars and battles… so perfectly strong… so uniquely seductive.  How could any woman resist?

As her hand deliberately coiled up and around the hairless, sculpted thigh, Mawiyah whispered “Oh my God.” in remarkable awe.  Crawling to her knees, Mawiyah brought her other hand to touch the other side of the tender angled thigh.  Now she had a sense of just how immense this thigh actually was.  So much power… so much elegance.  Both palms hovered upward along the infinite crests of tense fiber, flowingly committing each boundless inch to memory.  Arriving at Rebekka’s flat, hilly stomach, Mawiyah stared at the abdominal cache of muscle and texture, tracing their extensive distance, molding into another cord, combining into a unified blend of strength and unimaginable worth.  Mawiyah watched the muscles flex and crook in shallow breaths, wondering if any other woman had ever gazed upon this vixen in the same adoring manner as she was.

Rebekka’s hand came into view, taking Mawiyah’s small hand into its grip.  United, both women lifted their hands together as their fingers fanned out… palm to palm… a gasp fell from the queen’s lips, seeing that Rebekka’s hand outsized hers by three times.  Their texture, rough and scabrous… and hers, smooth and soft.  The striking contrast compelled both to sigh in veneration of the other.[/font]

[cpbell0033944]

Oooohhhhhh…<thud>. ;D

(1/2 an hour later)

Wow Mimi, that made the previous installment seem like a washine machine instruction manual.  That was sumptuous and ridiculously erotic – and I'm not even your target audience! 😮  All I would suggest is that, early on, you used the expression "Heaven's most cherished angel" twice in quick succession – it's a great line, but perhaps twice is too much of a good thing?  I've got a real thing about the thought of being carried by a muscular goddess, so the lift and carry scene was a particular favourite.  I'd be doing and thinking at that stage pretty much what Mawiyah was. 😉

[Mimi]

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[ze fly]

Wow,  😮 thanks for the update. 😉 And BTW, knowing Stef, I'm sure he'll be very pleased by your kind words. And you are reaaaallly lucky to have him draw for you: the guy is overbooked… 😉

[Mimi]

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[stef]

Hello all  ;D

I'm working on the CoM artworks when i can, it's pretty difficult, i have many things to do  🙁
But i try to do my best, i'm working on some roughs yet. And most of the drawings are really hot!  😮

[Mimi]

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