Romance: Three Stories of BBBW Lust and Love (BWWM, BBW Interracial Romance, Erotica, Alpha) by Raven Clark

I didn’t know who he
was or how he came to be here but one thing was for certain – he would have to
face the wrath of her majesty. Queen Aztekia was not a forgiving woman;
especially when it came to men setting foot on her soil. Why had he com e here?
Did he not know of our laws? These questions couldn’t help but cross my mind
but as I stood on the sandy beach of my peaceful homeland I looked to my fellow
women and realized that it did not matter. This was a heaven for our women and
men only brought destruction any time we let them ashore.
    “Seize him; he
shall answer to the queen.” I gave the order to my dark-skinned sisters. All of
the women of the Aztekki were gifted with the tanned skin from our never-ending
sunlight.  Nightfall had never fallen over our peaceful island and because of
this our crops, our forests and our soil was the most fertile in the entire
world – not that I’d ever left our island of course. Those were the rumours
that ran through our villages though and I had no reason to ignore them. We
were blessed women, blessed because we didn’t allow men to corrupt us.
    They grabbed the
unconscious, blonde man who was eating the sand from the shore as the tide ran
up and down his legs. How did he get here? Didn’t he know that being in the
middle of the ocean was a lot safer? I almost felt sorry as they dragged him
through the sand and dirt but our laws had to be upheld more than anything else
– it was the reason we’d survived this long.
    That’s not to
say all of us had no contact with men because once every ten years there was
something we called ‘the mating’ in which one-hundred of our most… expendable
women were selected to venture off into the world, mate and then return nine
months later with their children if they were girls. We generated around
fifty-odd new-borns doing this but some women never returned. They were told
they were selected because they were special – the reality was that they had no
skills we could use on the island. I wasn’t allowed to go stemming from ‘pure’
blood; my family was one of the founders of this land.
    The blonde man
did not wake the entire journey to our queen – he was barely breathing. As we
left the shore  through the forest and to the centre of our small island where
the town resided, all the women were staring out of their houses, all the girls
were following behind us and poking sticks at the male. His light skin and
blonde hair made him all the more suspicious and odd to our land – he stuck out
more than anything else on the island. Some of these women had never seen a
male in person or in pictures, no drawings, no recordings or anything else. We
tried to keep primitive because we believed in hard labour but we were not
blind to the sciences of the modern world away from our land – we just chose
not to accept a lot of it as we felt it drives society into conflict and
laziness.
    Our Queen
resided in a humble yet mighty structure. It took everyone in the town to come
together many years ago to form the temple – now it was more like a shared home
that all the founders’ families lived in including myself. The Queen had the
chambers in the far east, myself to the west, there was two others both to the
south east and south west and the point directly south was the audience hall in
which we were dragging this man to answer to our ruler.
    My sister’s
threw the unconscious man to the floor, his body still dripping from the ocean
and his clothes torn. We all looked to one another as he started to spit the
sea-salt from his throat and roll over onto his back, his eyes were still shut
but his body was starting to respond to whatever ordeal he’d been through.
    “We found this
man washed ashore,” I spoke out to the Queen who was sat in her usual place –
atop a throne surrounded by maidens that willingly served her. There was no
such thing as work or slavery here, only those willing to contribute on their
own terms.
    Queen