Belos sat at his desk, feeling restless as he tried to focus on what he was writing. He hated when he got like this. Nothing was easy and he had to stop everything he was doing to tend to it or no work would have been completed. An eye twitched as he let out a heavy groan and glanced down toward his crotch. His hand tightened around his pen, threatening to snap it. He wasn't even sure what got him aroused in the first place. He didn't have a partner and he was sure he hadn't thought about anything out of the ordinary. It just happened.
Just as he had undone his pants, there was a knock on the door.
"Emperor Belos?" your voice called out and he froze. Clearing his throat and straightening himself up, he called back.
"Yes?"
"Ah, Sire, I-I know it's a bit late but I have your tea and the daily reports from the Coven Captains," you explained through the door. It dawned on Belos that he had been informed earlier that day that Kikimora was ill and that her tasks would be divided up among some higher-ranking Coven Scouts. Of course, you wouldn't have known that she just teleports it into the room instead of entering. Oddly, he wasn't angry about this despite the situation. Glancing at the clock on an opened Penstagram scroll laying on the opposite side of his desk, you were right. You were late. Kikimora would have been by an hour or so ago, not that he really would have noticed anyway.
Fixing his robe to hide the fact he was aroused and placing his mask over his face but leaving his hair exposed, Belos stirred a finger and the door swung open, revealing you standing there with a tray of tea with several scrolls beside it. Your form tensed up but your expression was hidden behind the usual Coven Guard mask. Belos then started to gather his paperwork to seem busy and make sure there wasn't anything out that would incriminate him.
"Come in."
Without a word, you timidly stepped into the room and moved to place the tray on the desk. He noticed you wouldn't look directly at him, possibly the fact that this was the closest you saw him dressed down on top of very few people being allowed in this part of the castle. At one point, you pushed your cloak over your shoulder in order to pour his tea and Belos' attention immediately went to your hips.
"Unfortunately, there had been a miscommunication and we did not receive our orders on who was to do what task until an hour ago so I do apologize for the wait."
As much as he was wanting you to hurry and leave so he could care for himself, other thoughts began to emerge. It was just a happy coincidence that you were the one who was sent to fetch his tea. You were one of the few coven guards that he had actually seen your face due to your high rank. You were... "normal" looking for a witch, like only a handful that he had seen over the years. No extra eyes or horns or anything that made you stand out from the rest, besides your normalcy.
"I will be handling this task as well as overseeing your schedule in the morning."
At the time, he thought nothing of it. You still had pointed ears and were able to perform magic just like any other witch. He had no need for you other than to be a Coven Scout. Now, however, you could prove even more useful. His eyes moved to your mask as he opened his mouth to say something but he paused. From where he was sitting, he realized he could see up into your half-mask and the outline of your lips and he slowly felt warm as a new idea entered his mind and the throbbing started to worsen with it. Once you were finished, you pulled away and turned to face him, causing him to avert his gaze, now wondering how to breach the topic. He still believed himself to be a gentleman to some degree.
"I was informed that Kikimora will return to her post at the end of the week, Sire," you stated meekly, still unsure how to address him in this situation. "Is there anything else that she does that I need to be aware of while covering for her tasks?"
"No," he immediately answered. There had been an opening there, though the thought of it made him sick. There was no way he was going to make you believe Kikimora did this sort of thing for him when he needed it, though he wouldn't have put it past Kikimora to offer due to her obsession with him. He was well aware of that much and was careful with his wording around her.
"Very well. I shall return to my post then until the morning. Everything will be on time from here on out."
Your words brought him back to the situation at hand and it gave him an idea. You were late. You may need to be punished for that.
"Good evening, Sire," you bowed slightly before making your way toward the door.
"Actually," he called out. "There is something else we need to address."
You paused and turned to him obediently. You didn't seem to acknowledge the wave of his hand and the door closing behind you, locking with a soft "click". Belos leaned his head against his fist as he watched you, trying to keep his mind on this and not what he was preparing to have you do.
"Yes, Emperor Belos?"
"I do not abide tardiness."
"I-I understand, my Emperor. It's just that-"
"Being an hour late, you have disrupted my routine," he continued, lying through his teeth. "Not only have you interrupted my work, but you also interrupted a very... personal task that I had tried to tend to before you disturbed me. I cannot focus if that task is not taken care of."
Belos opened his legs slightly though it gave a very clear idea of what he was referring to. He somewhat enjoyed the result he got, you standing there, suddenly looking and sounding flustered without him having to see your face.
"O-Oh! I-I'm terribly sorry, Sire! I didn't mean to-!"
"Didn't mean to? Of course, no one ever means to interrupt such a thing. However, you did and I feel it necessary to wonder... What would be the proper punishment for this? I certainly cannot focus if this task is not handled and your tardiness has me quite irritated."
You stared at the Emperor like a deer caught in headlights. Punishment for...?
"Surely nothing as severe as petrification or death in general. That would be absurd. Imprisonment and corporal punishment would be a bit much as well. With that said, I do believe you need to answer for your intrusion."
You froze, each punishment he stated going through your head but you did let out a sigh of relief when he nixed them. Your body tensed when the witch leaned forward in his seat, his head tilted as he watched you.
"Though, before seeking punishment, I should ask: What are you willing to do to make this right?"
"M-Make it... right?" you breathed. Was he suggesting that you...? When you didn't answer, he scoffed.
"Seems like I have to choose the punishment then. Come here."
You jumped as his voice took on a demanding tone before doing so, stopping just shy of his feet, your heart slamming against your chest. His eyes narrowed at you from behind his mask.
"On your knees."
Hesitating slightly, you did as you were told. Belos reached for your jaw, inadvertently moving his robes to show you he was hard and you felt your face to several shades of red. Belos wrapped his hand under your jaw and removed your mask with the other, pushing your hood back. He used his hold on your jaw to instruct you into the position he wanted you in, on your knees between his legs, sitting just high enough to reach his crotch, your hands on his inner thighs. His free hand moved to the belt of his pants and moments later you were face to face with his thick, throbbing erection. Belos sat straight, towering over you, his glowing blue gaze on you the entire time.
"Well?"
You couldn't say no. He was the emperor after all and, though there were circumstances out of your control, you did mess up. But then something else came to mind. How many others would kill to be in the position you were in, ready to serve him on a more intimate scale? You know plenty of the other coven guards you were around would scream if they knew. Kikimora herself would probably want to kill you despite this being his decision.
Swallowing hard, you hesitantly reached out and gently grasped his member, flinching when you heard him hiss as a result. You couldn't help but notice his hands clench the ends of his armrests when you started to stroke him. He leaned forward with his head bowed, groaning behind his mask.
"That's it. Keep going..."
Hearing this, you began to feel more confident in what you were doing. You bit your lip as you reached under his cock and started to gently knead his testicles, earning you a heavy moan. After several more strokes, your wrist was snatched and pulled away.
"Enough of that..." he panted, staring down at you with the same intense gaze which moved to your mouth. He released your wrist and then placed his palm against your cheek which caressed its way behind your head, pressing you forward in a coaxing manner. "Let's move on..."
"O-Oh..."
Belos leaned back into his chair this time, his legs opening more and eyes on you as you struggled to bring yourself to do what he wanted. You leaned forward and gave his hardened member a lick on its underside, earning you a shiver from the man. This steeled your nerves and you grabbed him once more before taking the head of his cock into your mouth.
"Yes..."
You were slow and careful, regardless if you were experienced or this was your first time, as you were unsure what he would find pleasurable. Focusing on the head and watching his reactions helped you gauge when to start taking more of him in, your tongue lapping at the underside of his cock. Simultaneously, your hands kneaded his thighs as your head started to bob with his hand in your hair.
It wasn't long before you felt his tip at the back of your throat and you were now working his full shaft with your tongue. The way the man bucked and twisted in the seat from your treatment, the fingers of his gauntlets digging into his armrests to the point of leaving deep marks excited you as well, though you didn't dare touch yourself. You had to remind yourself that this was a "punishment" in his eyes.
His gasps and heavy moans mixed with praises and words that were probably not meant to be loving made it very hard. You did notice that giving small noises seemed to drive him up a wall due to the vibrations. He became slightly louder which made you hope that no one was out in the hallway at that point in time. His hand returned to the back of your head and was now petting you, rubbing down to the base of your neck and back while his other hand clutched your shoulder. You took this as a sign that he was close.
The hand on your shoulder joined the one on the back of your head and you suddenly lost the ability to move on your own. Your hands clutched the fabric on his thighs as you were forced to take his cock at a faster pace. Any noises you made were met with his hips bucking into your mouth, threatening to make you gag. He muttered something under his breath feverishly about being close, laying his head back during his assault. As suddenly as it started, you found your nose pressed against soft pubic hair as the first stream of cum hit the back of your throat accompanied by a vicious grunt.
With a muffled yelp, you shut your eyes tightly, feeling stream after stream of his cum filled your mouth. His hands holding your head in place forced you to swallow all of it. You weren't released until he was finished.
When that time came, you pulled away, coughing and gasping for air, wiping your mouth with your wrist and forearm. Glancing up, you found the man staring at you with a feverish gaze, panting heavily with his head tilted forward. He threw an arm out toward the door which unlocked and opened as he fixed himself and turned his chair toward the desk.
"... You're dismissed."
Shakily, you climbed to your feet, clutching your cloak close to you after picking up your mask as you tried to process everything that just happened.
"Y-Yes, my Emperor..."
Upon reaching the doorway, you froze at his voice once more.
"I will see you in the morning, Y/N. Do not be late again."
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