One time when a neighboring nation had attempted to invade their lands, she had personally subjugated its ruler, making him her own personal plaything.

(Flashback)

It was rather solemn as the man in question was brought to the bedchamber.

Kushana received him, clad only in her decorative diapers and crown. The man himself had been left in only his trousers with his hands shackled behind his back. "You were certainly a formidable foe, but victory is mine," she gloated.

"What are you to do with me?"

"The old me would have had you drawn and quartered without hesitation," she declared, before rising to her feet and slowly waddling over to the prisoner. She knelt down so that her breasts hung in front of his face and she added, "But I have learned mercy since two special people entered my life. So I have something very different in mind for you."

He did not know what to say at that.

"Besides..." Kushana muttered as she ran a hand along his finely sculpted chest and arms... "It would be a waste to dispose of such a fine specimen as you." She then looked to her guards. "Leave us."

They soon left the two of them alone with each other.

Kushana then forced her captive to his feet. He stood a whole head taller than her, but she easily escorted him off to a surface on the side of the bedchamber.

His eyes darted around at that moment.