Sharia

She is the daughter of the great warrior chief, Metafu,
for the tribe of Hiscanu,
who dwell on the tangerine plain of Ellmar,
on the continent of Desintal,
which is now called Africa,
but having lived before the earth experienced the great deluge,
and wizards control nature as well as creatures.

Her clan roamed so proud and brave
refusing submission to Atlantis empire
or that of Lemuria,
not allowing the assaults with stampedes
by the herds of silver mammoths
any chance to destroy their lives
when they were unleashed by those who denied their powers.

Born a seer with lethal prowess,
with a mind’s eye able to stare into any heart,
knowing the fears and passions.

Using her swords to lead her people
in a valiant battle against four armies,
blades shining in the sunlight
sparks from clashes, but in the end,
opposing survivors couldn’t win against her and her followers.

Unto the prisoners she revealed the succubus,
using her lips and body to entice,
strolling into the chamber where a single enemy
was strapped down and naked,
walking in so slowly,
allowing the man to see her nude flesh approaching
getting a full view of her full and supple breasts
admiring the smooth silky skin,
letting her long black hair draped over her shoulder,
flowing down between her firm mounds.

Her mouth teases and torments,
exquisitely caress each place that brings a gasp or groan
skillfully knowing how long to allow her lips to suck and lick,
before she moves down to his stiff spear of manhood,
working it with such masterful swallowing talent
until the male’s mind is lost in the pleasure.

Before she mounts his swollen and throbbing weapon,
questions flow to find out his ruler’s every secret and strategy,
how his words gush, hiding nothing
unable to stop the need to discover the ecstasy shivers
from being engulf by her well.

Once she has tasted of all his knowledge,
at last she straddles his from,
slipping him deep inside,
hips knowing the perfect pounding pace
ensuring his volcano erupts when she wants.

Only too late does the lover learn he is a victim
because she has the magic to drain him of all his climax geysers
until his heart gives out from her orgasmic spells.

None will ever surviving her inquisition,
an act she sees as both pleasure and duty,
for by her enchanted writhing strokes,
are revealed what intruders might plot
making sure her people stay safe from the evil,
graves of emaciated corpses
having lost all their vital fluids,
serve as silent testimonies to her love of family
and the ways she preserved their liberty.