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You woke to the scent of Nebulasia Apple blossoms and the weight of a galaxy pinning you down.

The subtle, nectar-sweet aroma of the flower was so nostalgic and comforting that it took another few moments for you to realize that you couldn’t move any of your limbs. You’d almost drifted right back to sleep, oblivious to whatever it was that had woken you in the first place; it was only when you attempted to roll over to the cooler side of your bed that you realized something was wrong. You remained pinned in place, your hands stretched above your head as if they were tied to your headboard.

The distant, comforting memories brought forth from the scent of the flower slowly curdled into alarm. Your eyes shot open. Your head was tilted to the side just enough to give you a glimpse of the source of the perfume filling the air. The petals were freshly unfurled and unbruised, lying delicately on your silk pillow inches away from your nose.

And beyond the bloom stood an imposing silhouette outlined in silver moonlight. He was framed by the fabric of your curtains, billowing slightly in the breeze from the open window that you were positive you’d had your maids close and lock last night.

You thrashed under the immovable weight to no avail. The pressure was familiar, a feeling that you’d even enjoyed before in the right moment... but after last night’s decision to cut things off with the only person who could produce such a force, it only sent your panic churning into a tidal wave.

He shouldn’t be here.

You gathered your breath to call for your guards, only to feel the same force clamp down on your throat just enough to smother the building scream.

Caleb tsked at you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he singsonged, stepping closer. “I can assure you that you don’t want any more dead guards on your palace grounds tonight.”

The force of gravity slipped from your throat after a strained, too-long moment, but Caleb kept the grip of his Evol on the rest of you. He stepped forward, his shadow looming over your pliant body.

“A breakup message, Y/N? Really?” Caleb asked, his arms crossing. He was using the same tone of voice he did when you were a kid, the voice that made you feel small, naive, and stupid.

But you were the Empress, for fuck’s sake. You wouldn’t let him talk down to you, not even when you were forcibly laid beneath him.

“It wasn’t a breakup message,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “It was a promise that the next time I saw you, I would kill you myself—”

“I am not just a plaything that you can break up with, silly girl.” He spoke over you as if you hadn’t uttered a word. He leaned down, grabbing your cheeks hard with his long fingers, pressing your flesh against your jaw so tight that you worried it would bruise. He canted his head to the side, a sliver of moonlight briefly illuminating the depths of his violent-violet eyes. “I am your brother.”

“You’re nothing to me, Caleb,” you spat, but the attempt at venom in your tone only made him smile and then laugh.

It was a dark, humorless laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

“Mm, I missed you, sweet girl. Even missed your bratty mouth.” He let go of his grip on your face before straightening to his full height. The smile dropped from his face lightning-fast, leaving his plush lips pressed together in a tight line. “But I don’t appreciate being on the receiving end of that brattiness right now. You save that for your nobles and your servants—you speak to me with respect.”

“I am the Empress of the Cosmic Empire, I can speak to anyone however I please. Now let me go before I have you executed.”

A muscle pulsed in his jaw, his eyes twitching into a glare for just a moment before he took a deep breath, turned, and walked away.

You thought he might actually be listening to your order for only half a moment before he began to take his High Marshal’s overcoat off, the fabric sliding down his broad shoulders with a careful shrug. He folded it neatly and laid it over the back of your reading chair in the corner.

He wasn’t leaving. He was making himself comfortable. Your heart picked up its pace as he turned and made his way back to you.

“Such big threats from such a little girl. What are you going to do, sweetheart?” He challenged, his fingers now deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. His eyes roamed down your body, taking in the shape of your waist, your hips, your legs, only covered by a thin sheet. “You look rather tied up to me. You can yell for your lapdogs if you really want, but it would only be a death sentence. None of the other sad excuses for men in the rest of the building stood a chance on my way in. Really, Y/N, you should take your security a little more seriously.” His tone turned mocking, belittling.

He unbuttoned the last inches of his shirt, the sculpt of his muscles now on full display in the night’s glow that seeped in from the windows. You squirmed at the sight—as much as you could, at least, beneath the weight of his Evol. It was an instinctual reaction, an innate reflex branded into your being after hundreds of other nights spent beneath that same body. You couldn’t help the wet heat that began to seep out between your legs, or the fluttering anticipation low in your belly.

It made you fucking furious.

You were done with Caleb. Done with his games. Done with his betrayal. Your purpose in this world was to rule, and he’d done nothing but get in the way.

It was obvious that Caleb loved how the words got caught in your throat at the sight of him uncovered. He slipped the shirt off the rest of the way, sinfully slow and taunting. His muscles rippled with the action, a reminder that it wasn’t just his royal garb that made him so imposing.

“Don’t lie to me, baby. You missed me.” He said, hushed and low. “I can see it written all over your face. Even underneath all that hate.” He laid his shirt across the foot of your bed. Leaving little traces of himself all over, like he owned the place.

Like he owned you.

And maybe the truth was that he did own you.

“Why are you playing these games, Caleb?” you demanded, but the words were strained, edging on tears. He really did have a way of making you feel so small when he wanted to. You were supposedly the strongest ruler in all the galaxy, the universe, and all it took was one man to bring you down.

Caleb’s hands reached for his belt buckle. Slow. So damn slow. “I don’t know what you mean, Y/N,” he singsonged, playful. “The only one playing games is you. With your silly little threats and silly little messages. I’m just here to visit my baby sister and remind her who I am to her, like a good brother should.”

“I’m not playing games. I don’t want you, Caleb. Not anymore,” you hissed, the frustrated admission slipping out alongside the first of your tears. Caleb paused for a moment at those words, like they’d stung. So you pressed on. If you couldn’t hurt him physically, you’d use the only weapon at your disposal. “All you do is make a fool of me. In front of my people, in front of yours, tricking me into giving you my trust only to shatter it again and again and again. I’ve had enough. I don’t need you, I don’t want you, I want you fucking gone.”

Caleb tugged the remaining leather of his belt hard, the end slipping free from the buckle.

“So that’s what your tantrum is about,” he said softly. Maybe he didn’t want it to show, but he was hurt. You could tell by the shaking grip of his fist on his belt. He took another deep breath, collecting that demeaning and belittling presence again. “You took last week’s political maneuvers so seriously?”

“Of course I fucking did. You seized an entire fleet of my ships! Stole the cargo right from under my nose—”

“And that’s the worth of our relationship, Y/N?” He interrupted. “A fleet of ships? One small move that you didn’t like—that you presumed was born of ill intent—and you’re ready to just throw me away?”

There was something unhinged in his eyes, growing from sparks to a blaze. Something broken that refused to be hidden.

Your tears were flowing freely, spurred on by fear and anger.

You hated Caleb.

No, that wasn’t right...

You hated hurting him.

It didn’t stop you from what you said next.

“Don’t put this on me, Caleb. You’re the one who made the decision to betray me. I’m only acting in my best interest.” The scent of those flowers on your pillow—the ones you’d agreed as kids would always earn each other’s forgiveness—begged you to stop, to swallow the venom and give up, but you refused. “You’ve given me no great pleasure that I can’t find from other men. Men who respect me. Who respect my rule. You aren’t needed anymore.”

When he pulled his belt from his belt loops, there was nothing slow about it. It was like a viper striking, slipping free in one blink of the eye. In moments, he had the leather—warmed from his body heat, smelling infuriatingly of him—wrapped around your wrists and through the decorative swirls of your wrought-iron headboard. It was overkill. You were still caught beneath his Evol, unable to move an inch, yet he clearly wanted to prove a point.

That you were his to betray. His to hurt. His to tie up and use how he pleased.

When he was done trussing you up, his gaze moved down from your bound wrists to look you in the eye. The stormy sunset and violet colors overwhelmed you from so close. He was unfaltering, unblinking. The tip of his nose was just inches away as he hovered over you, a predator staring down its prey. You could feel the desperate, shaking breath coming from between his lips.

“Make it through me fucking you without cumming and I’ll believe you,” he challenged, teeth gritted.

You could feel pressure against your throat again. Not enough to stop your breathing, but enough to keep your words from forming.

He’d had enough of your mouthing off.

He ripped the sheet off your body, the only defense between him and you crumpled and discarded like trash. The night breeze made you shiver, the urge to curl up into a ball overwhelming, but his gravity still embraced every inch of your flesh against the mattress. You were supine and helpless to change it. You could feel the scream building in your chest, but it was plugged up like a river behind a dam; all that left your body was a few reedy breaths, your tears, and the slick pooling beneath your core. Your wet need for him was callously irreverent to your declarations of being done with him.

Caleb took in the state of you as he undid the button of his pants. You wore nothing but a thin shift. The bottom hem had bunched up high on your legs, revealing all but the very tops of your thighs and hips. The neckline was skewed in such a way that the top half of your nipple was exposed; it was all too visible how they pebbled under his watch.

His cock gave a desperate jerk inside his pants. It threatened the seams and elicited a sound from him somewhere between a whimper and a growl. Yanking down the waistband of his pants and undergarments with them, he unleashed his hardened length and gripped it tight in his fist, the pearly precum catching the same moonlight that glinted in his eyes.

“You know, I was already planning on visiting tonight,” he said, giving a few jerks of his cock like it would tame some of his pent-up anger and hurt. But the way his jaw clenched, the way his fist tightened, you could tell it was only making it worse. “Before you sent your little breakup message. I knew you wouldn’t like what happened with that fleet. You act like such a brat every time I try to do something nice. You always have, ever since you were little. I knew I’d have to come by and explain myself before you did something rash.”

He climbed onto the bed, knocking your legs wider with his knees until he had space to settle between them. It made your shift slip all the way up, revealing your core—your bare core—directly to Caleb. He licked his lips, stroking his cock faster as he kneeled before you.

“But you beat me to it. Decided you wanted to kill me without even hearing me out, huh, sweetheart?” he asked, slightly breathless. It was a rhetorical question, of course. His gravity kept your voice pulled tight within your chest, unable to answer him.

His tip was leaking more now, trailing down the swollen, veiny length of his shaft just like the tears trailing down your cheeks.

“I’m not going to lie, Y/N, that... really hurts my feelings.” He let out a single breathy, chuffing not-laugh.

Releasing his cock from his fist, Caleb latched his bruising grip to each of your thighs. He yanked on them, pulling you closer so that your legs were spread open on his lap, his sticky cock inches away from your embarrassingly wet core.

“It’s okay, though. I’ve got thick skin. I forgive you,” he said, using one finger to spread open your cunt, eyes taking in the wet evidence of your want. “You don’t even need to worry about leaving a flower on my pillow for forgiveness. This right here is all I need.”

He pushed his finger inside, just to the first knuckle. There was no resistance, none at all. Slick and swollen, your body was ready for him, begging for him, dripping and hot and throbbing despite your insistence that he was nothing to you. You tested the weight of his Evol again, trying to break free before he could continue to see just how badly your body was betraying you, but it was no use.

“Mmm.” Caleb groaned, swirling his finger there, taunting you. “That’s what I thought. So wet and messy, and I’ve barely even touched you. You’re so much sweeter when you can’t spit your venom at me. It’s okay, I’ll let her do the communicating,” he said, nodding down to your core. “She can be so much more reasonable than you.”

The tip of his finger left your cunt to trace the edge of his lips, painting them before he licked the slick up like he was finishing dessert. His cock pulsed out another large, hot drop of precum as he tasted your need.

“Well, since I have you here so... compliant, maybe you’ll even be willing to listen,” he said, his hand dropping to fist his cock again. “I suppose I should give you an explanation.”

He moved the tip of his cock to swirl against the spread-open lips of your cunt, gently teasing the entrance and coating his cockhead with what pooled out of you. It took a moment to gather his words. And in all truth, had you been able to speak, you would’ve needed a moment to gather your words, too—just the mere touch of that most intimate part of him against you was like lightning to your system, setting every nerve and brain cell into a frenzy. After taking a few shallow breaths to steady himself—just as lost in the intensity of the contact as you—he reluctantly looked up from your core kissing his cock to look you in the eye.

“I seized that fleet because I got word that you’d been betrayed,” he spoke firmly, unblinking, punctuating the words with the circling movement of his dick. Round and round and round it moved, soaking your sheets beneath you with all the slick that he pulled from your body. You wanted to squirm away, to retract your hips out of his reach, to hide the proof that your body responded to him in ways you could never stop. He did not allow it. “And before you get all angry that I have spies watching you, let me remind you of something that you never should have forgotten—everything I’ve ever done and will continue to do is for you.”

Caleb’s cock pressed forward, spearing you with an inch. You gasped, the sound muffled from the grip of his Evol, but the widening of your eyes and the tensing of your back muscles were enough to signal to him how little of his cock it took to get your full attention. That smirk draped in sin and mockery returned to his face before he continued to speak.

“My sources told me that the arms deal you signed with that warlord from the Lorne Galaxy never planned on those weapons making their way into your hands. It was a set-up.” Another inch pressed into you; another pause from Caleb as he tamed his baser impulses long enough to speak. “They were planning a coup, sweetheart. They had people here at the palace and the city gates waiting to play their hand. And you wanted me to sit back and just watch them show up at your doorstep with enough weaponry to arm a militia thrice over? Look at how easily I managed to break in, and I’m just one man.” He laughed, the vibration of it resonating inside you through the top of his cock. “You would have been at their mercy.” The smile dropped from his face. “I would never allow that. You should know that.”

He shifted, moving so that he no longer sat between your legs; he now hovered just above your body, his arms on either side of your head keeping the full mass of his body from crushing you. Not that it really made a difference, as his Evol still weighed heavily on you, making you feel like the pressed flowers you used to make to preserve the Nebulasia Apple blossoms he put on your pillow after every argument you ever had. His cock was still partially penetrating you, like a knife at your throat, its presence unable to be ignored.

“So yeah, I seized your fucking fleet,” he murmured into your ear, his breath hot on the side of your face. His tongue flicked out, catching the bead of nervous perspiration that had appeared at your hairline. “I killed every fucking person on board, slowly, but not before I got the names of every single person in your city that was in on the plan. I’ll kill them too, sweetheart, I can promise you that. Right after we settle this tantrum of yours and you learn to thank me when I do something to protect you.”

Caleb pushed his cock the rest of the way in—all nine of his inches sinking deep inside, filling you up, the thick, pulsing girth staking its claim on every bit of your stretched-out pussy.

The way it slid in, the way the ridge of his cockhead pressed into you, the angle he hit, the way he whimpered into your ear—

You couldn’t even hold out for that single thrust.

It would be an absolute lie to say you hated being pinned down. Fuck, it was too much. He was too much. The weight of his power holding you down, the wide width of his abdomen and sculpt of his muscles caging you in, the way you could feel the veins of his dick throbbing inside of you and pressing against your swollen walls, all of it had you not just climbing over the edge but plummeting over it. Your cunt clamped down on him, squeezing him, pulsing an ecstatic rhythm as you went crosseyed and your vision went white. It was only then that he chose to loosen his Evol from your vocal cords, just in time to allow that pleading cry to escape your lips, filling the room with the song of your climax.

Caleb fucking laughed.

“I only just put my cock in you, and you’re already cumming. So fucking needy for your big brother, aren’t you?” He laughed again, shaking his head in pure disdain. “And you dared to tell me you don’t need me. You little fucking liar. Little girls like you need to get punished for being so blatant with their lies.”

And the pace he set with his cock as he began to fuck you was certainly punishing.

“You are mine, Y/N. Always have been and always will be.” The words were strained from the force of his hips pounding into you. “No matter how many times you try to say otherwise. No matter how many tantrums you throw. You. Are. Mine. Understood?”

Even now that he had released his Evol from your vocal cords, you couldn’t speak—you had been reduced to a blabbering, whimpering mess, all brain function gone out the open window from the sheer velocity of his cock.

He sat back on his heels, lifting your legs up and over his broad shoulders so that you were suspended from him by the backs of your knees. The angle allowed him to hit that much deeper inside of you, making your hips swing against him like a natural pendulum spurred on by his thrusts. It pulled a pained gasp from your lips; his cock was harder than steel, threatening to split you open from the inside.

“Tell me, baby sis. Who are these other men you can find pleasure from?” He demanded, eyes narrowed and glinting in the low light. “I want names.”

Of course, you couldn’t utter even a syllable without crying out. “I—I—I don’t—“

“Names, meimei.”

“C-Caleb—”

He let out a panting chuckle, his cock twitching inside of you at his own name being pounded out of you. “Not my name, silly girl. The names of these supposed other men that you would abandon your own brother for. Is it one of your advisors?” He asked, canting his head to the side. “Or is it the guards posted outside your door? Maybe you should call for them, after all. We can let them watch how hard your brother and sworn enemy makes you come. Give them one last show before I break their fucking necks.”

He growled, slamming into you harder.

“Now, meimei. Who are the other men you want to fuck? Tell me before I start killing every man in this palace just to be sure.”

“C-C-Caleb! Please!”

He closed his eyes and nuzzled his jaw up against your calf where it hung from his shoulders, humming contentedly, a predator cozying up to its mate. He let out a snorting chuckle. “I’m demanding to know who these other men you want to fuck are, and all you can do is cry out my name. Sounds like you were lying about that, too, huh, baby girl? You don’t want to fuck anyone else, right? Just me? Just your big brother who takes such good care of you? With his military and his dick? Mmmm. I don’t like it when you lie to me, but this one is kinda cute, meimei. Your little cunt can only think of me, and you hate it so much that you had to pretend like there’s any other cock in this universe that can fuck you like mine can. You’re a terrible liar.”

His storming sunset eyes opened, honing in on where your tits bounced under your shift from the force of his pounding. The cascade of hot wetness pooling from your core was dripping down your mound and over your tummy from the angle he had you at.

“You’re probably so embarrassed, aren’t you? You want to seem so strong and independent. Big, grown-up girl ruling her empire, able to get any man she wants. But all you want is me.” He paused his thrusting, letting his dick sit fully inside you, grinding up against you so that you felt his leaking tip press against the deepest reaches of your pussy. “Throwing tantrums and threatening to kill me. But look at you. How would you get yourself off without me, baby?” His singsong, playful tone was back in full force, mocking and humiliating. “You need your brother’s cock. You need it soo fucking bad, that’s why you act like such a brat when I’m not around. But here you are, all choked up and dumb on my dick, like you should be. It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you what you need. You don’t even need to ask for it.”

He ran his hand down your thigh, dipping into the curve between your legs, sliding his finger tips through your bush before stroking your clit with his thumb.

“Come for me again, sweetheart. One more time. One more, and I won’t kill your guards or your advisors. The ones still loyal to you, at least. Can you do that for me?” he asked, voice sickly sweet. “Come on my cock, like it’s the only cock you want. Show your big brother how you belong to him and him alone, and we can put this whole nasty argument behind us.”

You whimpered, the natural pressure of his thumb on your clit somehow more overwhelming than that of his Evol. You felt your blood racing to meet his touch, swelling up underneath his ministrations and making your stretched-out pussy pulse around his cock. It was building, faster and faster, making your vision go hazy again.

“Come on, sweet girl...”

He bucked his hips up against you, shorter but harder thrusts, hitting that one spot inside you that had you seeing stars, the fat, broad head of his cock coaxing you to come all over him once again.

“Caleb, fuck! Mmm—”

It was the only words you were capable of uttering as the ecstasy took over your body once more, clamping the walls of your cunt on his cock hard. He whimpered in response, desperate and caught off guard by the sheer force of your climax. He shuddered, his brow furrowing and his mouth dropping open. He watched the spot where you clenched around him intently, his body going tense and vibrating with his own incoming need to come.

“Oh baby, that’s right, show me how fucking good you feel... so wet and hot for me, meimei—oh fuck, I’m—”

He jerked violently, pulling his cock out of your cunt’s gripping hold and using a combo of his Evol and hands to untangle your legs from his shoulders and lay you further down on the bed. He threaded his fingers through your hair, pulling your head to his cock just in time to shove it down your throat as he unloaded his cum. You gagged, his hot, sticky length going too far for comfort and nearly blocking your airway, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intrusion. But he didn’t relent, holding you there as he pulsed rope after rope of his spend into your mouth.

“That’s right, drink it down, baby,” he said, continuing to talk through his orgasm. He just didn’t know when to stop talking, did he? He let the words ramble, his voice shaking and syrupy from his pleasure. “Take it. Take it all. Taste how much I need you. You love it, don’t you? Love your brother’s cum? I know you do. Good girl. This is where you belong, gagging on my cum. Don’t ever pretend otherwise again.”

Caleb waited until the last drop was running down the back of your tongue, easing out his length enough so you could properly breathe. His chest was heaving, his muscles quaking with exertion. He stared at you, at the tears running down your cheeks, at the cum painting your lips, down your naked body to the mess between your legs. That anger that he’d been emanating from the moment you woke up had dimmed, that hurt in his eyes had dulled. It was replaced with satisfaction, with pride.

One side of his mouth quirked up.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still have a few dead men walking to address.” He said, reaching for his discarded pants. “Can’t have anyone questioning my baby sister’s authority, can we?”

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