Samaya ached to be filled.

The man pressed against her groin, rock hard and pulsing as he rubbed against her fold. Every brush lit a fire in her core. She could feel the veins bulging against her soft flesh. She could imagine how full she would feel when he thrust inside of her. Her insides throbbed with need, heat pooling in her belly, thick and persistent.

"What exactly-" She asked, her voice barely above a breathy whisper, "are you waiting for?"

To her surprise, instead of plunging in, he pulled back. She glared up at the man, conveying her displeasure without a word. The heat pressing against her was gone, and she wanted it back.

"I know you're impatient." He responded to her glare with that insufferable smirk of his. "But I wish to ensure that I will not hurt you."

With that, he pressed two fingers into her wet cavern, plunging inside in one go. Her passage clung tightly to the fingers, as if wanting to trap them in place, and yet, they slid all the way in with ease. The fingers were callused, thicker than her own, and knew exactly how to play a woman's heat to their tune. A gasp spilled from her lips as the fingers curled inside of her and then spread, parting her pussy for the man to see. She looked up at the man and found him gazing into her core as his tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. The hunger in his eyes matched the ache inside of her.

She felt heat rise to her cheeks, her breath stuttering as she was exposed to the man like a damn mystery box. Pressing the back of her arm over her eyes, she turned her head away and whispered softly, "Will you get on with it?"

"Just a moment, dearest concubine," he whispered back and then pressed another finger inside, before he shoved them all the way and began moving them, his pace soft, unhurried. The fingers curled and spread every now and then. She whimpered softly as she felt those three fingers have their way with her wet heat, massaging and stretching her every which way they could. His fingers moved with maddening slowness, an unrelenting cadence that made the heat curl tighter in her belly and yearning itch her nerves.

Samaya reached up and clawed at the man's arm, raking her nails along his skin, frustration coloring every movement.

It did not last long, however.

The man pulled the fingers out soon enough, sooner than she expected, and replaced them by the head of his hard, throbbing cock.

Fucking finally.

She removed the hand from her eyes and blinked at the man. The man had truly just been making sure she could take him without hurting. Not that she did not trust his words, but seeing him follow his word through with action warmed something inside of her.

"Ready?" He asked softly.

"I have been ready since the moment we entered this room, Your Majesty," she replies, her tone tinged with exasperation.

Another chuckle, and the Emperor was pushing in. A loud, sharp gasp escaped her throat as the girth parted her, her passage stretched far more than she'd expected. Despite the time the man took to prepare her, that cock felt ridiculously large, forcing its way inside her velvet heat, parting her folds as if they were petals blooming. The man groaned softly in tandem, pressing slowly inside.

There was an instinctive tensing up to the sudden intrusion, especially after she'd gone so long without a damn cock inside of her. But the foreplay came in handy, and she soon adjusted to the length, relaxing. She could feel herself getting slicker, opening up to his insistent length.

"Does it hurt?" He asked softly, pausing.

She chuckled softly at the question. She was throbbing around him, clenching with need and arousal, and he was asking if it hurt? How silly.

She reached up, caressing the man's cheek. "I am not made of glass."

"I know." He whispered softly, leaning down to press soft kisses to her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the bite mark he'd left on her skin.

She shivered.

Did he? Because only midway, he paused and began making shallow thrusts, setting a soft rhythm, going deeper with every thrust. She groaned softly. He was really treating her like a damn china doll. It was … pleasurable. But it wasn't enough. Like an itch that was only having its edge scratched. It wasn't nearly enough. Her body buzzed with need. She had been holding herself back for months now - years if she counted the time before she met the man - and she needed to be fucking railed. Ten minutes ago.

She growled softly and wrapped her legs around the man's waist, tightening them and pressing them to the man's back as hard as she could, trying to pull him further inside. It worked for a second - pushing him probably one more inch further - before he caught himself against her strength.

"Ya'er?" He pulled back from her neck and looked at her in askance.

She looked up at the man with daggers in her gaze.

"Your Majesty," she started with a low, frustrated hiss. "Please understand. I need you to fuck me. As hard as you possibly can. I need to you to fuck me like there is no tomorrow, like you want to leave an imprint of your cock inside of me."

The man's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise visible in them.

"And I need you to do it now."

The surprise was replaced by searing lust.

"Then, Ya'er, do not blame me if you cannot walk tomorrow."

With that, he pulled back all the way until only his head was inside of her and then slammed in up to the hilt with a grunt, splitting her completely open. She let out a loud sound that was a mixture of a groan and a gasp, the sound catching in the back of her throat as she tried to adjust to the length that she was now thoroughly impaled upon, the balls resting on her ass.

Without a word, he pulled back and slammed in again, and again, and again, and again, setting up a steady, powerful rhythm, spearing her pussy open with that ridiculously large cock of his. It was, perhaps, slightly painful, and yet, the feeling was so remarkably delicious.

"How do you-" he grunted as he hilted himself again, making her groan, "feel?" He then settled into place and ground into the deepest parts of her.

"Full," she gasped out, her breath stuttering.

"Good." He pulled back before changing his angle. "Now, let's see if I can make you see stars."

She knew exactly what he was doing, and her body quivered with excitement. The man rammed in, and when it did not work, he changed angles and plunged in again. It took a try or three, but the man soon slammed into that spot - the bundle of nerves that made lightning course through her body.

Her breath caught in her throat as white hot pleasure clawed throughout her body, fire licking every nerve it could find, arching her back as stars danced beneath her eyes.

"There," she whimpered out, "Your Majesty, there. I need you … to move ha… harder."

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"Oh, Ya'er." The name only he called her - it fell from his lips as a ragged, broken sigh. "You sound so sweet, moaning on my cock."

He didn't move, and instead rolled his hips, grinding against that spot and pressing even further inside, beyond. She let out a shallow gasp, feeling a steady stream of electricity travel up and down her veins.

"Do you want more?"

"More." Her voice broke out in a quiet plea. "So much more."

"Yes, Ya'er, yes," he whispered.

And then he moved, sheathing himself completely inside of her wet heat before he began hammering into her, slamming into that spot over and over and over again. The squelching sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as the Emperor pierced her open with his cock, parting the soft flesh inside again and again.

Pleasure spread under her skin like wildfire, punctuated by short bursts of electricity every time the man slammed into that spot, beyond that spot. She whimpered, every nerve awash with euphoria, her body twitching uncontrollably under the man's mercy.

Her back arched in pleasure, fists clenched around sheets as her hips rolled on their own, trying to match the man's rhythm, trying to buck up into the man's thrusts, trying to get more friction.

"Ya'er," he whispered, calling her name like a prayer. He retreated and rammed in again. "My Ya'er. You are sin incarnate."

"And yet-" he picked up his pace, pounding away inside of her, sweat matting his hair as his hips snapped forward with a rhythm that had now become almost brutal - "you feel like heaven."

Everything narrowed down to that single spot, pleasure spreading out to every nerve of her body like fireworks. She allowed her mind to go hazy under the pleasure. She couldn't think, only feel. The man was unraveling her, thread by thread, thrust by damn thrust.

She did not realise when her hand reached for the man, finding its way under his arms onto his back. Her moans filled the room, lilting and lustful.

The Emperor would pause, grind, and change pace sporadically, never allowing her to get used to a single rhythm of pleasure. Her body would writhe under the man, toes curling as her nerves burned with wave after wave of ecstasy. She would groan, helpless against the man's snapping hips, scratching at the man's back, her nails sinking into skin against the hard muscles beneath in an attempt to anchor herself.

But it was useless.

The man let out a growl, as if some last vestiges of restraint he'd been holding onto snapped. His thrusts turned feral. His hands grabbed her hips in a brutal grip and pulled her down every time he snapped his hips forward with such brutal intensity that it knocked the breath out of her.

He was past the point of reason, moving on pure, primal instinct.

And Samaya mirrored him, whines and groans and stuttering pants spilling from her lips as her hips rolled to meet his, as her nails raked and ruined his back, as a hand fisted around a handful of his hair and yanked him closer. Their lips were crushed together in a painful, passionate kiss, each swallowing the other's growls and moans. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, pulsing with the building release, and her own flesh thumping in response.

And then it happened. His hips stuttered and snapped forward once, twice, thrice before he sheathed himself to the hilt inside of her, pressing deep inside as he flooded her with his seed. The feeling sent her over the edge and she came undone on his cock, tightening around the man and miliking him for all he was worth.

Her vision went white for a moment.

And then … she came down from the high.

The man had already pulled back from her lips and now had his nose buried into her neck, drinking in her scent.

They panted in tandem and he could feel his heart thudding against her chest. Or was that her own? She could not be sure.

His chest rumbled as he spoke. "I've dreamt of this."

She let out a soft laugh and thought she felt his heart skip a beat. Maybe she was imagining things.

"So?" She turned and whispered into his ear. "Was it as good as your dreams?"

He leaned up to kiss the shell of her ear. "Better," he replied. "Far, far better."

She threw her head back and laughed.

"Good."

And then - she hooked her ankles around his waist and arms around his neck, before twisting and rolling them over, straddling him. The movement made the cock inside of her sit different… deeper.

The man looked up at her, surprise clear on his face. She laughed again, loving the rush that came with being able to fluster the man.

"What? Did you think we were done?" She rolled her hips back and forth, massaging the member back to hardness, as she leaned down and purred into his ear, "Don't even think about it, Your Majesty."

His hands travelled up her curves to rest beneath her breast, cupping the mound and squeezing softly.

"You are a greedy woman."

That startled a laugh out of her.

"Well, that's a first."

The man bucked up, bouncing her gently on his member, coaxing a sharp gasp from her.

A smirk playing on her lips, she ground harder, pleasantly surprised to find that the man was already back to full hardness.

Well, that did not take long at all.

All the better for her.

She raised her hips until she was halfway up before slowly pressing back down. It felt as if the girth was stretching her even more in this position. She leaned forward with a sharp gasp, pressing a hand on the bed to balance herself. She felt a thick arm wrap around her waist, holding her still, allowing her to regain her composure and get used to the feeling.

"Easy," the man whispered, something reassuring in his deep voice. "There is no need to rush."

She looked down at the man and saw those golden eyes gazing at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. She was getting used to that look, and she found she quite liked it. Her pussy throbbed, and she began moving again, starting to bounce on the man's lap. She was slow at first, testing the waters, moving only so much as she felt comfortable, letting the pleasure build.

The man's hand roamed her body, his breathing ragged as she continued her leisurely pace. His rough hand came down to her side, gripping her at the waist.

"Is this punishment, Ya'er?" He asked hoarsely. "Revenge for not obeying your commands?"

She chuckled softly. "Perhaps. You told me there was no need to rush."

"You're cruel."

In response, she picked up the pace. Not gradually, but all at once. She lifted herself all the way up before slamming down, sheathing the man to the hilt. She exhaled harshly, allowed herself one moment of reprieve, before she began bobbing up and down the man's cock, as hard and as fast she could. Her thighs trembled with the strenuous movement, and the man's arm tightened around her waist as he bucked up to meet her halfway, ramming into her cervix with such intensity that she could feel it in her bones.

She thought she could feel it in her damn stomach.

Samaya let out a sharp intake of breath as her spine arched. She threw her head back, her mouth falling open as a string of moans escaped her lips, her hips bouncing desperately, taking the man as deep as she possibly could every time she slammed down, feeling decadent bliss overwhelm every single one of her senses.

Samaya did not even realise that the man's movements became erratic until she felt the man grip her hips to keep her in place just as she slammed down and flooded her once again. She groaned softly, slumping down on the man's body. The Emperor held her flush against him as he gently moved his hips, riding out his orgasm until he finally stopped.

"You did not release." He sounded disappointed.

Her clit was hard and throbbing. But she did not expect to come every time the man fucked her. She'd already orgasmed twice more than she'd expected.

Perhaps she had underestimated the man's ability as a lover.

"A woman's release can be elusive to men," she said as she sat up.

The Emperor looked offended at the very thought that something could be elusive to him.

She chuckled softly and lifted herself, finally pulling herself off the man's member. Her pussy pulsed and closed around air, feeling strangely empty.

The Emperor tried to get up, but Samaya pressed a hand on the man's chest, pressing him back down.

"Don't move."

The man blinked. And let himself fall back. And then he watched, no doubt wondering what else she had in store for him. She sat beside the man and took a moment to admire the man. His pale body was glistening with sweat under the soft candlelight, his muscled chest heaving up and down ever so slightly, his lips parted as he panted softly.

He was ethereal.

Her eyes went down to the man's member. That monster had not even gone down, shining with her juices and the remnants of his own seed.

"Let's clean this, shall we?"

She grasped the length and, ignoring the man's sharp inhale, leaned down to lick a long stripe across the man's length. She smiled at the guttural moan he let out and continued licking, pressing her tongue to every inch of surface it could find. The man hardened once again. She heard his sharp gasps and groans that echoed in the room, felt the man's thighs clenching, and knew she was driving him to the edge again.

Her tongue flicked at the slit as she reached the tip, eliciting a loud "ngh" from the man, befores she wrapped her lips around the member and began bobbing her mouth up and down, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. She did not take it in her throat, not yet, and he did not force her. His hand entangled in her hair as he let out deep, intermittent groans.

It did not take long.

The man's hand moved from her head to land on her shoulder and push. "Ya'er, move," he growled, "I … I will …"

She did not move and instead pressed down until it reached the edge of her throat, and he released once again, letting out a loud groan that caught in his throat. She swallowed without flinching.

Once he finished, she pulled back. The seed was salty and bitter, as such fluid tended to be. Still, she looked down at the flushed, panting man, who was looking up at her with wide eyes. It was the most expressive she had seen him. She smirked, knowing she was responsible for that expression.

She deliberately licked her upper lip, parroting his action earlier.

"Apologies, Your Majesty." She blinked at him. "I could not resist."

The man was silent for a moment. And then he surged forward, snaking his arms around her waist and yanking her close.

"Ya'er," he breathed. "You will be the death of me."

And then they tumbled back onto the bed.

The night was young yet.

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