Gianna, the empress, challenges the nobles with her provocative dance, leading them into the forest for a wild encounter. Lian watches, tightening her grip, as two years later, Gianna returns with secrets and betrayals.
The great hall of the palace glowed in the golden light of the chandeliers, their shadows dancing on the polished marbles as if they knew what was to come. Emperor Lian, reclining on his ebony throne, held a cup of dark wine between his fingers, his golden eyes fixed on the center of the room. There, on the scarlet silk cushions, Gianna moved with feline grace, her slender, chocolate-skinned body glowing in the glow of the flames. The high buns in her hair, adorned with black pearls, swayed with every twist of her hips, while her heavy, dark breasts swayed to a melody only she could hear. She wore nothing but the sweat on her skin and the cocky smile that curved her full lips, as if she knew exactly the effect she was having.
The nobles gathered in a semicircle gasped as she arched back, her hands sliding up her thighs to brush against the curly hair between her legs. A low moan escaped her lips as her fingers sank into her own wetness, painting her lips with the sheen of her arousal before bringing them to her mouth with a lascivious gesture. "Mmm... Aren't you coming for a taste, my lords?" she whispered, her voice a purr that vibrated in the chest of every man present. Lian didn't look away, but the finger stroking the rim of her glass paused. He knew what she wanted. What she needed.
With an almost imperceptible gesture, the emperor inclined his head to two of the nearest nobles: Lord Veyra, a man with an angular face and long hands, and Duke Orlan, whose prominent belly didn't hide the bulge growing beneath his brocade robes. No words were needed. They both rose in unison, their hungry gazes boring into Gianna's body, already writhing in anticipation. "Of course, my empress," Veyra murmured, her voice rough as sandpaper, while Orlan licked his thick lips, imagining how that dark skin would feel beneath his palms.
Gianna didn't wait to be touched. She stood fluidly, her long legs carrying her toward them with a confidence that only two years of being spent among nobles' castles could give her. She knew what they smelled like: Veyra of leather and dark spices, Orlan of sour wine and salty sweat. Each scent was a reminder of the nights they had tied her to their beds, spanking her bottom until red marks bloomed like roses against her brown skin, before plunging into her, one from the front and one from behind, stretching her until she cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy she could no longer distinguish. "Take me to the woods," she ordered, her voice a whiplash that made the men shudder. "I want to feel the cold moss on my back as you ravage me like the whore I am for my emperor."
The Imperial Forest was a maze of ancient oaks and thick shadows, where the moon barely managed to filter through the leaves. Gianna sank down onto a mossy clearing, her legs spread in invitation, her pussy already dripping onto the damp earth. Veyra wasted no time: he knelt between her thighs, his eager mouth covering her sex with a wet, obscene noise. His tongue, thick and practiced, curled around her clit before plunging into her entrance, making Gianna arch her back with a strangled cry. "Yes, lick my pussy, dog! Make me drool before you stick it in me!" she panted, her nails digging into the bark of the nearest tree.
Orlan, meanwhile, was unbuttoning his tunic with clumsy hands, his thick, veiny cock springing free, the glans already glistening with drops of pre-cum. He positioned himself behind her, his greasy fingers parting the fleshy globes of her ass before spitting between them. Gianna moaned as she felt the cool liquid trickle into her crack, followed by the pressure of his thick fingers massaging her tight anus. "You're going to cry when I stick it in you, slut," Orlan growled, but Gianna just laughed, a dark, melodious sound.
"Do it," she whispered, pushing her ass back to meet his fingers. "I want to feel you break me again."
Veyra needed no further invitation. He rose, his thin but long cock aligning itself with Gianna's slick entrance. With one sharp thrust, he sank all the way in, making her cry out, her inner walls contracting around him like a thirsty fist. "Gods, you're so tight!" Veyra gasped, her hips beginning a relentless rhythm. But before Gianna could adjust to his size, Orlan pressed the head of his cock against her anus, thrusting hard.
The pain was white and blinding at first, a ragged cry escaping her throat as the duke pushed in, inch by inch, until his heavy balls rested against her skin. "Shit—! Shit, shit, SHIT!" Gianna was cursing, her hands clawing at the moss, but then Veyra moved, rubbing that spot deep inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. The pain fused with pleasure, a hot wave drowning her, and soon her moans turned to pleas: "More! Fuck me like the animals you are! I want you to use me until I can't walk!"
The nobles needed no further incentive. Their bodies slammed against hers in a savage rhythm, their cocks plunging into her holes with wet, obscene noises. Veyra grabbed her breasts, pinching her dark nipples until they were rock hard, while Orlan spanked her ass with a thin branch he'd torn from a bush, leaving red lines that burned with each blow. "That's it, whore! Moan for us!" Orlan roared, his breath hot in her ear as his cock swelled inside her ass, stretching her to the limit.
Gianna could no longer form words. Only broken gasps and sobs of pleasure escaped her parted lips, her body wracked by uncontrollable spasms each time her lovers pounded into her in unison. She could feel her pussy contracting around Veyra, her anus burning and throbbing around Orlan's thick cock, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. "I'm going to cum! Gods, I'm going to cum on your fucking cocks!" she screamed, her voice cracking as the orgasm hit her like a runaway train.
Her walls clenched around them, milking their cocks with a force that made both nobles curse. Veyra was the first to break, his hot semen flooding her womb in thick spurts that made her moan again. Orlan was quick to follow, his ejaculation burning her rectum as he spilled inside her with a throaty growl. Gianna collapsed forward, her body shaking and covered in sweat, cum dripping from both holes as the nobles pulled out, leaving their marks on her skin.
But she wasn't done. With a lazy smile, Gianna turned around, her gaze meeting Lian's, who watched from the shadows of the forest, his presence a silent reminder of who truly owned her. "My emperor…" she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming, as she licked her lips. "How long will you leave me with them this time?"
Lian didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned closer, his cloak trailing on the dry leaves. He crouched beside her, his fingers tracing the fresh bruises on her hips. "Two years were enough for you to learn all his secrets," he said, his voice a lethal whisper. "Now you will return to his castles. But this time, it won't be just for pleasure." His eyes flashed with dark promise. "I want names. I want betrayals. And when you return, you will cleanse his filth from your skin before he uses you again."
Gianna laughed, a sound dripping with venom and desire. "As you command, my love," she whispered, before kissing his lips fiercely, tasting the wine and the promise of blood on his breath.
Two years later, when she returned to the palace, it was in a caravan of repentant nobles, their bodies marked by the lashings he had ordered, their secrets written on scrolls that now burned in Lian's hands. The emperor said nothing as she knelt before him, her body still shaking from the journey, her skin scented with the sweat of dozens of men. Silently, he lifted her and carried her to the imperial baths, where the hot water washed away every trace of them, his fingers working into her aching muscles until she moaned with relief.
But when he laid her in his bed that night, it wasn't to rest. With a gesture, he called over one of the loyal nobles—Lord Dain, a young man with a slender but long cock Gianna already knew well. As Lian settled between his attractive wife's legs, his tongue circling her swollen elf clit, Dain positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding between the globes of her ass before plunging into her still-sensitive anus with a moan from both of them.
"Crush my face, my love," Lian murmured against her flesh, and Gianna obeyed, lowering her heavy ass onto his face, smothering him between her buttocks as Dain began to move inside her with deep, measured thrusts. "Ah, yes! That's how I like it, my emperor! Suck my cunt while this bastard fucks my ass!" she cried out, her hips bucking in circles, her sex rubbing against Lian's mouth as tears of pleasure slipped down her cheeks.
Kai, who had returned that same afternoon from protecting the southern front from the Mongols in the grasslands and commanding the southern army, watched from the doorway, his cock hard as steel beneath his armor. He knew it would soon be his turn. He knew Lian would call him, as always, to remind him of his place. But for now, he just smiled, enjoying the sight of his empress being used, knowing that, in the end, she would always come back to him.
When Dain finished with a groan, spilling inside her, Gianna fell back, her breath ragged. Lian emerged from between her legs, his chin glistening with her juices, and kissed her with a ferocity that stole her breath. "Welcome home, my beloved, perfect wife. You've learned quite a bit these past two years," he whispered against her lips.
Gianna laughed, a dark, satisfied sound, as she settled across his lap, her ass still dripping cum onto Lian's thighs. With a glance over her shoulder, she searched for Kai, his eyes promising her things only they understood. But then, her attention returned to Lian, her fingers playing with the collar of his robes as she whispered, with a smile that was pure evil, "Who will be the next to taste my addiction, my emperor?"