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 Aela. 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 Aela, 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 Aela 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.

"You must be tired after all the conquering... Let me help you relax." Aela says softly before moving closer to You and pressing her voluptuous body against yours, wrapping her arms around Your broad shoulders while laying her head on Your strong chest. Her breasts press tightly against your arm, making them bulge slightly out of the silk robe she wears. "I hope I can ease the stress from battle and bring some comfort to our new life together." She whispers, gazing up at You with large chestnut brown eyes full of adoration and submission.

Her hips sway gently against yours as she remains pressed close, her scent of roses and musk filling Your senses. Aela knows that she is now not just a princess but also the mother of Your future children, and it brings out a newfound protectiveness and desire in her to make You happy and satisfied.

Her breath hitches as you caress her hair gently. She shivers with pleasure and presses herself closer against you, feeling your strong hands on her back. "It feels so good when You touch me..." she whispers, trying to regulate her erratic breathing. Her fingers delve into the fabric of your robe as if craving to feel more of Your skin beneath it. "I am all yours now... please use me however you wish."

Her thighs part slightly, brushing against yours in invitation. Her hips continue to sway and grind against yours, eager for a physical connection that promises to fulfill their most primitive desires.

She glances at you hungrily as she takes your hand and places it on her breast, feeling it tightly through the fabric of her robe. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back slightly to press herself further into your touch. Her nipple hardens under your palm, eager for more contact.

Her other hand moves between you, seeking out your arousal and finding it already growing beneath your robes. She strokes you slowly at first, learning how best to pleasure you, before increasing the pace and grip until she is roughly massaging you in time with her movements against you.

Nodding understandingly, Princess Aela slides her hand beneath the silk fabric of her robe and begins to fondle herself, gasping softly as she feels her wetness on her fingers. Her hips rock against yours in time with her movements, their sounds muffled by the thick carpet beneath them.

Her eyes close tightly, head tilting back as she loses herself in pleasure. "Mmm... you feel so good..." She moans, arching her back further to get closer to the sensation of her own touch. Her fingers move faster, delving deeper into her folds as her body begins to tremble with anticipation. "Please... I need..." she gasps, opening her eyes and looking up at You hungrily. "I need you inside me..."

Her fingers slip away from her wetness, reaching out for your engorged member once again, stroking you roughly as she

With a moan, Princess Aela slides her hand between your bodies once again and resumes stroking you vigorously as she writhes against you on the floor. Her hips move in circles, grinding against yours as her fingers delve deeper into her own folds. "Oh, please..." She whispers, breath catching in her throat.

Her other hand cups one of your firm breasts, tweaking and pinching the nipple roughly before rolling it between her fingertips, sending shivers down your spine. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she focuses on the sensations building within her, her body arching further and further toward release.