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Zayne Li, Grand General of Her Majesty's Imperial Army, was sexually frustrated, and it was your fault.
He wanted you, in every way—physically and emotionally. If there were no barriers separating the two of you, he would have married you by now, and the two of you would be living the perfect domestic life off in a little cabin on a snowy planet somewhere. Heart, body, and soul, he was yours. It was like he couldn't help but love you, silly antics and all.
And he could tell you were attracted to him, too. None of his other students had ever clung to him at every noise or climbed into his lap when they got tired, let alone flirting with him at every opportunity, fluttering your eyelashes as you gazed up at him. He'd even caught you staring at him as he got a cut on his side treated, shirt pulled off for the moment.
Unfortunately for him, he could never be yours in the way he wanted to be. For one thing, he was a commoner, albeit one who had raised himself as far up in polite society as was allowed, and you were the Empress, the newest ruler in a centuries-long royal line. He really should never have been allowed to speak to you, let alone be close to you in any way.
To make things even worse, he wasn't quite sure if you loved him or were just attracted to him physically. He didn't want to force you into a relationship if you didn't want him in the same way he wanted you. He'd be willing to sacrifice his own happiness over chaining you to him.
The issue is that he could not stop thinking about you. Sexually. It was fine when he had battles and battalions and troop movements to concern himself with; he could just collapse in bed and pass out before his urges got the best of him. It was worse when he was back at the palace, where he could see the real you, hear your voice, touch you, but he couldn't have you. Not in the way he craved.
He wanted to hold you in his arms and shower you with kisses. He wanted to carry you to his bed, setting you down gently before slowly removing every stitch of clothing on your body. He wanted to make love to you, slowly, softly, while murmuring words of love into your ear. He wanted to fuck you, hard and fast, while you cried and sobbed and begged for more pleasure. It was killing him that he'd likely never be able to do that.
His desires had been manageable, at first. He'd ignored it until he couldn't anymore, and then he took matters into his own hands, pleasuring himself while he hissed our your name and imagining that his hands were yours. This helped for a time, but it wasn't sustainable.
The last time he'd visited, he'd taken dinner with you in your private chambers. It was bad enough that the entire room carried a subtler version of your scent, but you had been so clingy that evening. You'd leaned against him, toyed with his hand, and even got up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek as he left. He'd left in a daze, stumbling back in the direction of his chambers, mind far, far away.
A maid had come up to him, then—from the laundry, if his mind served correctly. She'd spoken so sweetly to him, asking if something was the matter, but he was struck by how much she resembled you. She had the same nose, same angle of the jaw, and almost the same shine as in your eyes. He didn't fully remember how it happened, but somehow, the two of them ended up in his bed, writhing together in pleasure. If he'd called your name when he came, he hadn't said anything.
After that night, it'd become a….habit, so to speak, to seek out women who looked like you. Before he left again, he'd slept with a second maid and the daughter of one of your royal advisors. When his ship landed, he'd head out in disguise to wherever people gatherned and searched for women who looked like you if he squinted.
He hoped you never found out about the pattern.
You were very much aware of the pattern.
The thing is, you had been madly in love with Zayne ever since he'd been your sword instructor all those years ago. You'd been a little put off with his cold exterior at first, but you'd fallen for him the second he sent one of those gentle smiles your way. The way that he let his walls crumble around you made you feel special, cherished, and there was something about him that made you feel safe around him. You could tell him anything and you know your secrets would be safe with him.
Because of this, you had a habit of, well, spying on him. At first, you had done it all on your own, following him to military meetings and watching as he trained. This was before you remembered that you were, in fact, Empress, and in charge of a large cohort of court women who were prone to gossip. By this point, any piece of info about the General reached you long before it would ever reach the rest of the court.
Naturally, you'd heard about Zayne's new habit the morning after it happened. You were a little miffed that he'd gone to someone other than you for a one-night stand, but that feeling was quickly overtaken by curiosity. Years of wondering about his more private acts, and here was the perfect chance to finally get the answers you'd been craving.
You summoned the maid to your study, under the guise of a laundry complaint, and quickly remembered that meeting the Empress was quite intimidating for the average person when she came in looking like she was 5 seconds away from being executed.
"Lia, at your service, Your Majesty," she greeted, voice shaking as she curtsied. You were struck by how much she looked like you. "I was told you were displeased with how the laundry has been caring for your clothes?"
"Take a seat." You gestured at the chair in front of your desk, and she sat, looking a bit puzzled.
"The laundry thing was just an excuse," you explained, leaning forward and resting your chin on your knuckles. "I really called you here because I heard you ended up in General Zayne's bed a few nights ago."
"I'm sorry, Yo—"
"No, no, don't apologize. You don't have anything to apologize for." You gave her what you hoped was a reassuring smile. "I am curious, though. How was it?"
"…What do you mean?"
"The sex!!!" you exclaimed, maybe a bit too eagerly. "How was it? Was he big? Did he treat you well?"
Lia went on to awkwardly recount their encounter in detail, and you listened with rapt attention, nodding and asking questions if you thought she didn't give enough information. You learned that he was "quite large", in her words, and seemed skilled, if a little distant.
She was dismissed after you felt satisfied with what you'd been told, and you sat back in your chair, mind wandering. You wished he'd take you to his bed like that. Maybe he was concerned about taking your virginity? Members of the imperial family were supposed to stay "pure" until marriage—not that you really cared, you'd let Zayne have you any day. You didn't really follow the rule, either, not hesitating to touch yourself if you felt the urge or when your fantasies about your teacher got too intense.
In the following months, more interesting bits of info came to you via the rumor mill. It seemed to you like Zayne was intentionally seeking out women who looked like you; granted, there was no way of knowing that every woman he was sexually involved with shared the same looks, but it was enough to establish a pattern. Over time, a sense of glee came over you. He certainly felt something for you—either pure lust for you or something that went a bit further than that. You could work with this.
At the same time, though, doubt would occasionally creep in when you lay awake in bed at night. What if it was all just a coincidence? What if he didn't feel the same? Being the empress was already a stressful job, and it took a lot out of you; you didn't think you could handle a heartbreak on top of that. You'd spent years of your life pining after him, and you didn't want him to utterly shatter your heart.
There was only one way to find out, you supposed.
Zayne returned to the palace on a sunny, warm day, and you rushed out to greet him in a manner that was, admittedly, quite undignified and very much un-empress-like. The previous night, you'd had an extremely vivid dream that he'd scooped you up into his arms when he saw you, twirling you around before kissing you and professing his eternal, undying love for you. It was a scene straight out of the romance novels you used to read when you were younger. (You'd been disappointed when you woke up and found out that the dream wasn't real.)
"Zayne!" you called, running down the steps to where his ship had been docked. You could see him from across the courtyard, dark uniform standing out against the lighter-colored uniforms of his officers. His head turned when he heard your voice, and you thought you saw a slight smile cross his face as you got closer. You, thankfully, managed to skid to a stop before you crashed right into him.
"Your Majesty," he greeted, getting down on one knee and motioning for your hand. You gladly gave it to him, and he pressed a kiss to your gloved knuckles. "A pleasure to see you again."
"How was the fortress?"
"The same as always." He stood back up, straightening his coat. "I trust that all was well here in my absence?"
"It was fine!" You grabbed his arm and started to drag him back towards the palace. "Come on, I want to talk to you."
"Empress, there is no need to—"
"Just come on," you begged. He wisely stopped talking and let you pull him through the halls of the palace before the two of you got to your study.
You almost shoved him inside before pushing the door closed behind you. He took a seat in the chair in front of your desk, clearly expecting you to sit behind it, only for his eyes to widen as you grabbed another chair and pushed it right next to his.
"Is there a reason why Her Majesty is so eager to talk to me today?" he asked calmly.
"I missed you!" You took a seat and leaned on the armrest facing him, making sure to strategically place your arms so that they pushed your breasts up. You'd worn a low-cut dress on purpose today, just to see if he'd notice. His eyes flickered briefly downward, and you smiled a little wider. Score. "What did you do while you were away?"
"Not very much, I'm afraid. Reviewed the troops, did some training exercises, the usual." He smiled gently. "And what did you do?"
"Nothing else? No fun escapades? No pretty women flirting with you?"
He cleared his throat. "Nothing of that sort, no."
You knew he was lying, so you decided to probe a little more. "I'm surprised. I thought you'd have women all over you."
"I'm dedicated to my Empress. I wouldn't pay other women any more attention then necesary." He raised his eyebrow a bit, and you started to worry that he was catching on, but you had one more thing to say.
"Okay…" you sighed. "You know, Zayne, if you have any…problems, you can come to me for help, right?"
"I will keep that in mind." He shifted in his seat a bit. "Now, tell me about those nobles that have been bothering you."
You were going to go insane.
Zayne had been back for almost a week, and you'd been trying all week to get him to crack, to no avail. Even just a longing glance in your direction would be enough at this point.
The first day, you'd taken him on a walk through the gardens after your chat in the study, under the guise of showing him the new jasmine blooms. You'd hugged his elbow to his chest, and aside from clearing his throat awkwardly once or twice, you'd gotten no reaction.
The second day, you'd found him in the library and thought it was a great time to wax poetic on your favorite romance series from your teenage years. He frowned when you talked about how attractive you found the male lead and compared the character to him, but nodded along just the same.
The third day, you'd taken him some cake while he worked in his office, taking great care to lick the extra icing off your fingers and lips. You didn't notice how his hand twitched when your tongue darted out from your mouth.
The fourth day, you'd trained together, for old time's sake. You leaned into him as much as you could, aiming for the maximum amount of contact possible. Unfortunately, your little game had ended the second time you landed on the ground from failing to block one of his attacks, and he'd gently chastized you for being careless. What if someone came to your room and tried to attack you? (You'd quite like it if he came to your room and "attacked" you, actually.)
The fifth day, you decided to step it up a bit. The Khaosi Galaxy had recently reached out to the Empire requesting an alliance, and you knew that their ruler was young and unmarried. You had dinner with Zayne that night, and you made up a grand story about how he'd asked for your hand in a long, utterly romantic letter, and how the portrait he'd sent of himself had really been quite handsome. Zayne had actually cut you off when you said you wouldn't mind marrying him, reminding you that the sovereign already had a long-term, male lover. He'd looked a little upset the rest of the night, but said nothing, as usual.
Last night, he'd come to your bedroom late, needing your approval for an urgent military action against the Federation under the command of one of his officers. You usually got dressed to see visitors if they came this late, but you deliberately didn't this time, coming to the door in your almost-sheer, short nightgown. He'd stared at you blankly for about 30 seconds before composing himself and continuing, and you started to mentally pull your hair out. You were convinced that would work; curse him and his endless self-control!
The worst part of it all was that the Empire Founding Ball was quickly approaching. You'd really wanted to have everything figured out by now, so you and him could (hopefully) dance the night away under the stars and be the envy of every other couple in the empire. You'd even made sure to get as much as the planning done as possible before he arrived, and even then, it'd still cut into your free time that could have been spent seducing Zayne.
At least my dress looks nice, you thought as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. The white silk, a tradional color for the imperial family, shimmered in the dim light, and would surely be dazzling under the moonlight. Your hair had been done to perfection, and your makeup perfectly suited your features. In your opinion, you looked beautiful.
You'd like it if Zayne thought the same when he saw you.
Your handmaiden came to collect you, and you sighed internally, hoping that maybe he'd notice you tonight. If you seemed dejected, your handmaiden didn't notice as she happily gossiped about who was coming to the ball with who. The Sanctarch had supposedly promised to make an appearance, but you could care less about him. All you cared about was the possible crushing of every dream you'd ever had since Zayne became your mentor.
The ballroom looked absolutely wonderful, to your credit, white silk bathing the walls while the glass ceiling let the starlight illuminate the whole room in a gentle, ethereal glow. People were already mingling, and they paused as you were announced, almost every pair of eyes on you as you decended.
Your eyes found Zayne in the crowd instantly. He was wearing his general uniform again—did he ever take it off?—and standing off to the side, whispering to another man in a similar uniform. Probably one of his officers, if you had to guess. He didn't even bother to look at you, and a wave of frustration coursed through you.
You gave a short speech, as was traditional, and people began to swarm you when you finished, wishing you well and requesting a dance. A younger officer with a shy smile had managed to ask first, and he was charming enough that you found yourself agreeing. If Zayne wasn't going to pay you any attention, then you might as well enjoy yourself.
"Excuse me."
A familiar voice cut through the noise, and you turned to see Zayne walking towards you, eyes zeroed in on where your hand met the officer's. He stopped right in front of you, casting a shadow over the hem of your dress. Stars, he's handsome.
"I believe that the Empress would rather have her first dance with me."
Annoyance bubbled up inside you. He'd been ignoring your advances all week, and now he decided to give you some attention? You were so annoyed that you couldn't even be happy that he wanted to dance with you.
An idea shot through you. Maybe you could make him jealous!
"I want to dance with this gentleman," you declared, tugging the officer a little closer and giving Zayne a wicked grin. He opened his mouth to respond, brows furrowing, but you were already walking away with the officer.
You continued your little game all night, refusing Zayne each time for a new partner. The variety was actually quite refreshing, with people from all over the Empire attending—you even managed to dance with the Sanctarch, who was very amusing despite being a little odd at times. However, you were starting to feel a bit of regret as the night went on and you saw Zayne grow more and more upset out of the corner of your eye.
He approached you once more as you bid farewell to your current partner, a man with striking blue eyes. "Empress."
You eyed him, but stayed silent. He offered his hand. You shook your head and turned to find another partner, starting to walk away.
"I want to dance with you, Your Majesty."
You halted, casting a glance over your shoulder. He usually wasn't this forthcoming. Something about it was rubbing you the wrong way.
"For old times' sake? You used to want to dance with me every day when we were teacher and student."
You sighed. "We've moved past those days. I have another partner waiting for me."
"I just want once dance, Empress. That's all I'll ask of you." His voice remained calm, but the way his brows furrowed told you everything you needed to know.
"Well, we don't always get what we want, do we, General?" you snapped back, whirling back around. You could feel everyone's eyes on the two of you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
"Your Majesty, if this is about earl—"
"No. I don't want to hear your lectures." You stepped closer to him, pointing your finger in his face. "I'm sick of the way you've been ignoring me, and I—"
"Calm down."
"No! I'm not going to calm down, you assho—"
"The Empress is clearly upset," he interrupted, speaking more to the crowd than to you. "Let's talk about this somewhere else." The last sentence was spoken to you, quietly, as he raised his hand to take yours and began to pull you with him as he stalked away.
"Wait, Zayne—"
The moment the doors shut behind the two of you, he turned around and hoisted you over his shoulder before heading in the direction of your quarters.
"Zayne, if you don't put me down this instant—"
"Request denied."
You continued to protest until he set you down on the lounge in your sitting roon, taking a seat across from you.
"Now that we don't have half the Empire as an audience, you can yell at me all you want." He crossed his arms, staring at you intently.
"I wasn't yelling!"
"You were yelling."
You mirrored his pose, glaring at him.
"Don't pout at me. You know full well it's not a good idea to cause a scene in front of so many people."
"Well, maybe if you hadn't been messing with me, I wouldn't have started one in the first place!" you snapped back, voice raised.
"Messing with you?" he replied, voice stern. "What do you call the last week, then?"
You froze, an embarrased heat coursing through you.
He sighed. "Let's start over. What is it that has you so upset?"
Casting your gaze to the floor, you said nothing.
"Come on. I can tell something's been bothering you."
You took a deep breath to steel yourself. "I know about the women you've slept with," you said quietly, fiddling with your gloves. "I know who they all look like. Is there a reason for that?"
He stayed silent across from you, and your heart squeezed.
"Forget it. I'm going back to the ball." You stood up, heading toward the door, when a hand caught your gloved wrist.
"What if I said…there is a reason?"
You instantly looked back at him. Zayne didn't look angry anymore; in fact, he looked nervous. Without saying a word, he let go, and you stepped closer.
"I've had…inappropriate desires towards you. For a while now." He uncrossed his arms in favor of clenching them together in his lap, eyes angled downward. "I tried to ignore it as long as I could, but…eventually, I got to a point where I couldn't anymore."
Your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute.
"The women, they…they looked enough like you that I could fool myself into thinking that they were you."
"You should have come to me," you said softly.
"How would that have helped?" He looked up at you. "You're the Empress. I'm just a commoner. I used to be your teacher, for fuck's sake. What would be best would be for me to move on and forget I ever felt this way."
"And if I don't want you to?"
His eyes widened. "Your Majesty, don't—"
"I love you, Zayne." Admitting it felt like letting a weight slip off your shoulders. "Do you love me?"
"With my entire being," he replied, voice shaking.
"We could make it work, then."
"And go behind the entire empire's back? You can't possibly—"
You took a seat on his lap, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Don't try to end something that hasn't begun yet."
He let out a shuddering breath before reaching for you, and the next thing you knew, he was kissing you.
The kiss was gentle yet claiming, and it felt better than you'd ever dreamed. His fingers carded through your hair, ruining your hairstyle, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when Zayne was finally kissing you. You nibbled at his bottom lip, and he groaned softly, sending a pulse of heat to your belly.
"Stay with me tonight," you murmured once you parted, placing a hand on his chest. "I want you to make me yours."
"The ball—"
"I don't care about the ball." You drew him in again, and he gripped you even tighter, his tongue pressing against your mouth before sliding into yours. A moan slipped from your lips, and you could feel his hips jerk a little beneath you.
"We shouldn't," he panted, breaking the kiss. "You—"
"Don't you want a taste of the real thing after chasing it for so long?" You smiled as you saw his eyes grow darker. "And, besides, I've caused a scene, as you said. Maybe I need a punishment." You leaned in, breath fanning against his ear. "Won't you punish me, Master?"
His eyes met yours, and suddenly you were being lifted, one arm around you as the other wrenched the door to your bedchamber open. It near slammed shut behind the two of you, and a column of pure ice rose to seal it closed.
Zayne sat you down on the bed, tilting your chin up before capturing your lips again. His hands went to your waist, squeezing the flesh there and caressing your sides. Your hands tangled in his hair as you moaned against him again.
He pulled away, looking into your eyes. "Can you strip for me, Empress?"
Heat flooded your body at the tone of his voice, and you instantly reached behind you to begin unfastening your dress, fumbling with the laces for a moment before untying the bow and letting the bodice loosen. He helped to slip it off of you, and your undergarments went next, leaving you completely bare.
"Good girl," he murmured, voice low and soothing. "On the bed for me, now. Facing the mirror, on your knees."
You obeyed, and he shed his boots before climbing behind you, kneeling at your side as you lowered yourself.
"Because you've requested a punishment, I'll give one to you, and then you'll get your reward." You saw him reach for his sword, unbuckling it from his belt with the sheath still attached. He held it above your ass, sliding his other hand over your shoulder, his touch grounding. "Five strikes. You'll keep count for me. Are you ready?"
You nodded desperately, holding back a whimper at his words. Your pussy was already soaked in anticipation.
"Words, Empress."
"Yes, Master!"
"Very good."
The first strike came, then, enough to sting a little, but not enough to hurt. You flinched anyways, a moan catching in your throat. "One."
The second strike was a little harder, and your skin burned for a moment after the fact. "Two."
"Look at yourself in the mirror."
You made eye contact with yourself, cheeks warming.
"Much better."
He increased the intensity with the third strike, and this time, pain spread over your skin.
"Three."
A fourth strike, then, bringing more pain, but not beyond what you could handle.
"Four."
The fifth and final strike hit the hardest, and you pitched forward a little with the force of it. "F-five."
"Good girl."
His hand left your shoulder to soothe your heated skin as his sword slid between your thighs, and you ground down on it, your slick coating the sheath as you chased your pleasure.
"You did so well for me." His voice was so soothing that you felt like it could lure you into a trance if he kept talking. "I think you've more than earned your reward."
The sword disappeared from between your legs, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He chuckled softly as he moved to kneel behind you, setting his sword aside.
You gasped as cool fingertips grazed your sex, gentle pressure rubbing against your entrance.
"Beautiful," he murmured, spreading your folds apart so he could get a better view. "Would you like me to touch you here, Empress?"
"Please," you moaned, pushing your hips back in search of further contact.
Without another word, he slid a finger inside of you, coaxing a gasp out of you as you clenched around the leather of his gloves. His fingertip found your g-spot almost immediately, and he gently pressed down, causing you to shudder and your eyes to close.
"Keep your eyes open."
You pried your eyes back open, staring at him in the mirror as he smiled down at your pussy.
"Squeezing around me so tightly…you must like your reward." He started to thrust his finger in and out of you, and you whined, pushing your hips back. "Greedy girl."
A second finger pressed against your entrance before sliding in alongside the first, a gentle stretching sensation accompanying the pleasure brewing deep inside of you.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" His tone was soft, and surprisingly tender. You nodded, trying not to squeeze your thighs together. "I'll have to take extra care with you, then."
His fingers started to spread apart inside you, and you whimpered a little at the feeling, but the discomfort quickly dissolved into pleasure as he pressed against that spot again.
"It feels so good," you panted, feeling a familiar knot start to coil in your lower belly.
"Good. Keep letting your Master work you open for his cock." He continued to scissor you, and you started to writhe a bit, hands curling in the sheets. A part of you wondered if you could beg him to play with your throbbing clit. You kept pushing your hips back against him, seeking even more friction.
"This should be enough," he said after a while, sliding his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss of contact, but froze as he brought his hand to his mouth, eyes following the motion. Eyes closed, he slid his fingers in his mouth, gloves and all, moaning at the taste of your wetness coating the leather.
"Zayne—"
"You taste incredible." He slid his fingers out of his mouth in favor of grabbing your hips, pushing them forward while lowering himself behind you. You felt something warm and wet lick a broad stripe across your sex, starting at your clit and ending at your entrance. You choked on a moan as his tongue slid inside of you, curling in an attempt to collect as much wetness as he could. One hand left your hip to slide down between your legs, his fingertip coming to rest on your clit. He began to draw slow, even circles on the nub, and you cried out, pleasure rapidly building inside of you. You could feel him let out a pleased hum as you thrust your hips back again, thighs shaking.
"Fuck, Zayne," you whined loudly. "Please—please, I need—"
His tongue stroked you with renewed fervor as his hand drew faster circles on your clit, and you stiffened, a wave of pure bliss crashing over you as your vision went dark and you succumbed to your orgasm.
When you came to, Zayne was gently rubbing your back and thighs, humming softly. His gloves lay on the mattress, still shining with a mixture of your slick and his saliva. Your thighs shook with the force of your orgasm, and you felt like you could melt right into the mattress.
What even was that? You were no stranger to pleasure, but it had never felt that good before. You were pretty sure that it was the best orgasm you'd ever had.
"Did you enjoy your little trip to the stars?"
You rolled your eyes at him, and he laughed, patting your side. "I'll take that as a yes."
"When is it my turn?" you asked, turning a bit to see if you could spot the tent in his pants that had to be there.
"To do what?"
"To use my mouth on you."
He froze for a moment, mouth opening and closing, before squeezing your hip. "Maybe next time."
You stuck your lip out in a pout, and he laughed again. "How would you like me to make it up to you?"
You raised yourself up, grabbing a handful of his uniform. "I'd really like it if you were naked, too."
"You have to let go of me for that."
You instantly let go, and he started to unfasten his jacket and cape, letting them slide off his shoulders before tugging his shirt off. His pants followed, shucked off along with his socks, and you were given a front-row seat to him in all his glory.
His cock was hard, standing proudly between his legs, the tip red and angry as a bead of precum leaked out from the slit. A neat, trimmed trail of dark hair started at his navel and led downward to the base of his cock. You nearly drooled at the sight.
After a couple of moments of your unashamed staring, you reached out to touch it, but he caught your wrist before you could make contact. He lifted your chin with his other hand, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away.
"Back on your knees for me," he ordered gently, eyes shining with both tenderness and lust. You scrambled to obey, turning to face the mirror again as he settled himself behind you. Heart racing, you could feel something hard prod against your entrance before rubbing against your clit.
"Deep breath. Relax your body."
You did so a couple of times, eyes closed, before you felt him begin to slide in. The stretch was more intense this time, but it was quickly accompanied by pleasure as he reached further into you. You panted as he bottomed out, the tip gently pressing against your cervix as he gripped your hips. You felt so full with him inside you.
"Does it hurt?" he asked from behind you.
"No—please move, Master—"
He groaned, pulling himself halfway out of you and then thrusting back in, the tip brushing against your G-spot. His hands cupped your hips as he set a slow pace, each thrust hitting deep inside you.
"Keep looking at yourself, darling."
Your eyes snapped back to yourself in the mirror, and you could see him behind you, gaze focused on you.
"You used to tell me you didn't think—ahh—you were pretty," he said softly. "Don't you see how pretty you are now?"
You were too lost in the feeling of him inside you to really look at yourself, but you nodded anyways, hips pushing back to meet each thrust.
"That's my good girl."
You moaned at the praise, back arching as the pleasure started to coil tighter in your belly.
"Faster—ohh, Zayne—"
He sped up, pounding into you faster, and you let out a loud cry. You experimentally lifted one hand to snake it down your belly, but Zayne batted it away, one hand leaving your hips to slip between your thighs.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" His fingertips began to rub tight circles on your clit.
"Fuck!" You shuddered at the contact, hand shooting back down to steady yourself while your thighs shook. His hips kept their steady pace, jolting you forward slightly with each thrust, your tits bouncing.
"You're close, aren't you?" he moaned, sounding as if he was nearing his own orgasm. "You're so tight now—be a good girl and make a mess on your Master's cock."
With one final thrust, the coil snapped, and you came, hard. He stilled as your arms collapsed beneath you and you gently hit the mattress. You panted, writhing in the sheets as you came down from your high.
Suddenly, you realized that Zayne hadn't come like you expected him to. Surely you would have felt it if he did, right? You looked over your shoulder at him, his skin flushed as he panted, looming over you.
"Zayne, did you—"
"I like to delay my release," he explained as he caught his breath. "It feels better this way."
The two of you remained still for a moment, but you still wanted him. Experimentally, you rolled your hips back, and he groaned above you before sliding his arms under you. You let out a surprised squeak as he lifted you and pulled your back against his chest, your knees still planted on the mattress. He began to thrust into you again, and you let your head loll back onto his shoulder as you moaned softly.
"Look at me," he urged, bringing one hand to cup your tit. When you didn't respond, his other hand moved to grasp your chin, tilting your head so your gaze saw the mirror. "I want you to watch your Master as he fucks you."
His pace sped up, and you let out a cry as he started to squeeze your breast, massaging the soft flesh. His other hand teased your other nipple, and you reached back to grab his thighs.
"Is this what you think about when you touch yourself? Your Master staking his claim on you, fucking you so good you can't think straight?" Both of your nipples were being stroked now, his dextrous fingers pulling on them in time with his thrusts. You could feel your orgasm beginning to approach again.
"Gods, yes," you moaned. "I wanted it for so long—shit, there—always wanted you to bend me over that desk of yours."
"Maybe I'll do that next time, then." He moved one hand from your nipple to press down on your lower belly, sending sparks down your spine. "Take you on my desk, have you sit under it and take my cock in your mouth when my officers come in for briefings."
"Please!"
"Or maybe you'd rather have me between your legs while you sit on your throne, making you come over and over again on my tongue. Maybe you'd like to bounce on my cock while I sit in your rightful seat."
"Yes—"
"I could even bring you on my ship, breed your pussy and give the Empire its heir in the cockpit. How's that sound?"
The idea of Zayne breeding you, getting you all round and full with his child, sent your third orgasm crashing into you, spasming around Zayne's thick cock as you sobbed out your pleasure. He stilled once more inside you, wrapping his arms around you to support you as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"You still haven't…?" you murmured once you realized that Zayne hadn't come.
"Do you want me to?"
You nodded. "But I want to kiss you, too…"
"That's fine," he said fondly, disentangling himself from you so he could slip out of you and lay you down on the mattress. He climbed over you, and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he sunk into you again in one fluid stroke, pleasure trickling through you like syrup. "Better?"
"Much better."
He leaned down to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth so he could tease it with his teeth. His thrusts were slow now, almost tender in their sensation, as one arm lifted your hips to raise them flush with his. You rolled your hips against his, barely, as the tip of his cock rubbed your g-spot, chasing another orgasm. His other hand caressed your hair, touch gentle, utterly loving.
"Mmm…Come inside, Zayne…" you purred between kisses, arms wrapping around his shoulders and breasts pressing into his chest.
He groaned in response before shaking his head. "That's not—"
"Please?" You gave him the cutest pleading eyes you could.
He sighed, speeding up just a bit with a exasperated yet fond smile. "You need to come for me first, then."
You drew him back into a kiss, sighing as you felt one more orgasm begin to creep up on you. He kept his pace steady, able to tell that you were close, and you squirmed a little as the pleasure continued to build.
"Love you," he sighed between kisses. "So much. My beautiful, perfect girl."
"Love you too."
With one final thrust, you came once more, holding him tighter as pure pleasure rushed through you and you gushed around him. He moaned your name in response, and you felt a delicious warmth seep into your pussy and fill you as he trembled above you.
The two of you stayed still for a moment, basking in bliss, before Zayne rolled onto his side, taking you with him.
"Does anything hurt?"
"I feel great," you sighed in response, stretching your legs and wiggling your toes.
"Good." He moved his hips, and his cock slid out of you, followed by a thick, sticky stream of come. You hissed at the sensation, feeling incredibly sensitive after he'd fucked you so thoroughly. He sat up, making a move to stand, but you grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave me."
He bent down to kiss your forehead. "Just getting a cloth. I'll be back."
You watched him as he trotted to your bathroom—damn, he has a nice ass—, disappearing inside for a moment before walking back to you, a damp cloth in hand. He lifted one of your legs before pressing it to your core, wiping you down as you squirmed and whined.
"Shh. Just getting you all clean. You don't want to be sticky in the morning, do you?"
The cloth was pulled away, and you snapped your legs shut as he moved to wipe himself off.
"Will you stay the night?" Your voice was soft, timid.
"It wouldn't be wise," he replied, sounding devastated that he even had to consider appearances.
"But I want to be held." You pouted at him. "Who would question the Empress? I could have their heads chopped off."
"Please don't go executing people on my account."
You lifted your arms, motioning for him to join you, and he sighed, crawling back over so you could wrap him in your arms.
"I really do love you," you whispered after a moment of silence. "I have for years."
"I love you, too. Truly." He snuggled further into you, and the two of you held each other until you both drifted off to sleep.