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((EROTIC : NSFW : WARNING : CUTE : HEAD CANON : The Imperator and Lady Van’analesh : WARNING WARNING : .. Enjoy. [; ))
I walked into the Imperator’s house with a brow raising. The maids and maidens looked me over, oblivious as to why I was here. One even tried questioning me, for, I was not the Wife who walked into the man’s manor.
Instead of snarling at them, I followed the beautiful floor up the stairs and along a hallway which lead me to the largest bedroom. Supposedly, the largest bedroom; the door to the bedroom was grand, different from the others. As they were solid, this one was quite pleasing. Something that sparkled with pride, originality and even a tingle of the Imperator’s own style.
I knocked, hearing the heavy voice from within call me in. “Come in, Lady Van’analesh.” So I did, I walked in looking him over as he sat at his desk. I walked closer, to where I was standing at his right, looking over the parchment papers scattered along the entire oak table. His eyes moved up to mine, breathing in deeply.
“Do you know what this means? All of this?” I was in pure disbelief, the accounts. There were unregistered accounts taking money in and out of something.. Invalid to even think about. I saw his hands grip against the table, standing with his right hand moving through his hair- pausing to grip a grey-blonde bundle. “More work to do, we need to do this.”
I looked at his stressed, scarred face. It took me two seconds to realize that my hand was at his face, thumb brushing his rough whiskers. His nose twitched, turning to move his chest against mine, there was no plate blocking our physical touch. He was in a simple open red button-up which showed his muscles, and linen pants. He questioned me, but what he didn’t know was that I was questioning myself, too. My hand moved away- but his grabbed it, moving it over his bare heart. Looking into my eyes, grabbing my chin. His one eye stared deeply into mine, and I did the same to him.
“Miss Van’analesh, this behavior is inappropriate.” Something changed about his voice, he didn’t clear his throat with the gravelish noise he usually held about his throat, instead, he leaned down.. And it began.
We found ourselves on his bed, me beneath him- him with his hands gripping onto the open sides of the pillow, moving his body over mine. Hands working on his asset of clothing, as I worked on mine. It was all so sudden, but it felt right. For some reason, being in his bed, with him, doing -this- felt all too right.
Both of us paused, moving our noses against each other, his lips were the first to touch the others- mine. Taking my upper lip between his teeth, soaking me with multiple more kisses. My legs suddenly parted, a small noise from the bedsheets were made at the friction my bare tan skin made against it; his hands on my thighs, parting them for me.
In that very second, I leaned back, resting my back against the mattress, watching him move over me yet again. A hand beneath my head, keeping his forehead against mine as he pistoned within my velvet lips. A temple that has been untouched for what seemed to be forever.
I was rocking my body against his, following his movements, it all started off slow and hard but suddenly.. The pace picked up.
“Do you know how much trouble you have been to me these past days?” He grunted, pulling out- flipping me over for my breasts to press against the mattress, pulling me by the hips to lift my bubble-shaped lower half up. Crack! His hand hit against my skin, making me yelp; hands lifting me up, looking over my shoulder at him with a grin that spoke for us both.
"No, Forte. I do not." He absolutely hated it when I used his first name, and there it was. I said it, and it earned me another hard spank.. There he was. Shoving his length past my slit, and into the velvet walls; the noise had us both mesmerized. He was the first to snap out of the transe, thrusting himself in and out of me quickly, gripping the back of my head with my hair, the other snaked to a breast, squeezing. My body moved back and forth, my mouth drowned with the sound of pleasure, cries of telling him to not stop.
He did nothing to stop, he only went harder, and faster. He wasn’t only pleasing himself, or I. He was making a point, that tonight was the night that I was put in my place. As hard as we were going, it all had this weird tension between us. A feeling, a fiery feeling that acted as embers sparking, building, creating a fire for us both. For us both to build, to watch it burn more, and more. For the smoke to signal pure lust, and passion. “Don’t you, -ever-. Call me. Forte. Again.” He snarled, pulling back on my hair, making me press my back against his chest, both of us on our knees like skyscrapers rumbling and tusseling. “I want everyone in this household to hear this. To hear us make love.” His lips hit my right ear, grumbling the words out; holding me tightly against him with his left digits curled around my neck, his right hand at my clitoris, rubbing vigoriously.
I felt my body immediately arch, arse pressing into him more at my sensitive spot being rubbed, legs moving closer together but he made sure he was pistoning within me hard enough to make one movement of mine feel as if I was trembling. It was already hard enough for me to sit up with him on my knees. I obeyed him, feeling his hands move to my hips, pulling out of me.
Back onto my back, he was thrusting in and out of me, his defined pecks against my chest, his hands hesitating to combine with mine, but they did. There his lips moved along my entire face, making sure he left no piece of me untouched by him. My legs moved around his waist, releasing one hand but keeping my other within his. Nails dragging against his sun-kissed skin, all the way to his back for my nails to curl into his shoulderblade, making him bite my neck.
My back arched yet again at the bite, head tilting back for my eyes to look up at the ceiling; moaning. “Imperator!” Cry after cry, it came to the point where we were really awakening the house. Even a maid or maiden came to the door, knocking on it.
“Is everything okay in there?!”
The Imperator growled against my neck, feeling me writhe beneath him. “Louder.” Since my ass wasn’t open, he spanked a tit and I made the noise of love louder. It was loud enough that it was echoing through the room, even fading down the hallway; singing along the staircase. “Answer the maid.” Automatically, I looked at him and he looked at me, suddenly hitting my g-spot which made me shudder moans. Panting breaths in between, hands moving to his jawline, taking his lips against mine.
"We’re fine!" I said fast and loud, the tone obvious to what was happening between us both. The footsteps were moving down the hallway. His arms moved around my waist, lifting me into him, sitting with me straddling him. I smirked, kissing him again with a purpose moan falling against his mouth to feel the vibration of the sound he was causing me to make.
It surprised me as to how hard he was, it looked like he wasn’t the only one aching. And it was true, because the stares and glances we gave each other were far from a simple friendship, a simple pair of people working together. But it was something more.. Something, I can’t mark without feeling the foreign feeling. Something that I will not, unless he does.
At first I thought that he was going to have me ride him whilst he was sitting up; but he flopped onto his back, panting with a small grunt, still moving his hips. Leg straightening out, taking my hands to run the tips of my nails up his abs- stopping when my hands were on his chest. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, to ride him. And so, I began to.
My legs felt the burn, riding him hard and fast- lowering my body to press my lips against his neck, kissing and moaning into the small cave. His head tilted, clearly enjoying being the one being pleased this time.
Time passed, leaving us both with a wash of energy out of our systems, him marking me inside of me, and me marking him on his sole prized, and great possession. It lead us to him and I laying beside each other, panting. My head on his chest, a hand over his heart, body turning towards him. It was as if I still felt him inside of me, his girth pressing against my walls.. Taking me, making me his. It was like I felt his lips all over my body again, as if I felt his noises tickle my ears.
He was looking at me, turning to move an arm around me, the other beneath his head, pressing his forehead against mine. We laid in silence for what seemed like forever, but perfection. He closed his eyes, the arm moving away from me; hand against my cheek, tilting my head up. There it was.
A kiss full of passion, the desire I have been waiting to taste off of his lips, it dripped from mine. We both kept ourselves against each other, kissing, and kissing. To where I moved ontop of him, feeling his mouth crawl into a genuine smile I’ve never seen before, and for my own to finally show upon my own lips..
His lips feel like the one thing that can cure me, the one thing that can keep me safe. His arms make me feel protected, like a net I have been waiting to watch coil around me. His smile, it makes my heart glow of bliss, and my eyes carry pure.. Delight.
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