Stellar Comedy

Guys, for the love of all that's sacred in RP, when you reply to a thread/ask, unless both muns have talked ooc or the muses know one another, you need to answer at least three of the six basic questions to form a scene.

What? Where? When? Why? Who? How?

These doesn't exist for no reason. They're meant to help the person on the other side, the partner who'll have to reply to your writing, to grasp what's going on.

What?

The topic of the conversation. Is it an object? Is it a person? Is it an idea? What's it your and my muse are talking about/doing?

Where?

Where are our muses? Is it an open space? Closed space? Is the place packed? Is the place empty? What's inside the place? Is the place secret? Is the place public? Is the place old? Is the place new?

When?

When is this interaction happening? In the early stages of our muses interactions? In the advanced stages? Is this happening in an alternative timeline? Is it happening in a different time in our muses interactions? Is the encounter/interaction placed in the past, present or future?

Why?

Why is this interaction happening?

Who?

Perhaps the easiest here, because the who is usually just our muses. But I still beg of you all to think of who is involved in the interaction and who might he affected by it (a.k.a.: the NPCs our muses have in their lives).

How?

How's the moment going? Are our muses friendly to one another? Hostile? Playful? Awkward? Is it a fast interaction? Is it and interaction that happens often or scarcely? How's the dynamic between our muses?

Top =/= Dominant

Bottom =/= Submissive

A Top is a person who likes to go on top positions. They're the ones who like to do the penetration (in terms of m/m ships), it has nothing to do with controlling the situation.

A Bottom is a person who likes to go on bottom positions. They're the ones who like to be penetrated (again, in m/m ships), it has nothing to do with being a submissive.

A Dominant (popularly known as Dom) is a person who likes to take control and guide their partner(s). They control every little detail of the situation, some might even expand their control over other aspects of their partner(s)'s life, but it's never meant to be suffocating (unless the partner get the kicks out of it). A good Dom makes the partner feel the thrill even though they know they're safe, and is respectful, they aren't aggressive or manipulative. The best analogy I can come up with is that they take a role similar to a private coach, they control every little detail for an amount of time in order for their Sub to have the best and most pleasurable outcome during their intimate interactions.

A lot of people believe they're Doms because they like to be tops, but it has nothing to do with this. In BDSM communities, it's common understanding that the best Doms were Subs at some point, they know what's good from their experience and they apply it to their Submissive partners. Furthermore, the title of Dom is given by the community to the person; declaring oneself a Dom is seen as a bad joke by many of the more experienced members.

A Submissive (commonly known as Sub) is a person who likes to follow orders and/or lose control over their own body/experiences for a while. The Sub is someone who is willing to let others guide their experience annd actions and feels good when engaging in this type of dynamic, they enjoy having their autonomy taken away for a little while and have an enhanced sense of ecstasy out of it. They give the Dom the right to control them for a while, it isn't taken by force (some may like to role-play this dynamic of being stripped from power, but that's consensual).

There's this kind of trend to think that Subs are meek all the time, no, they aren't. They may play this part with their Dom so the moment isn't broken, but outside their interaction a Sub can very well be the most control freak of the duo due to the stress in their life, what they do for a living, work problems, family problems etc. To many Subs, the moments with their Dom(s) is simply a time where they can let go of the reigns and enjoy the moment without needing to worry about anything else, they're in a safe and pleasing enviroment and they can relax.

A good way to don't fall in this mistake is to think of a Dominatrix (in the most charicature'd version of it, which is disrespectful a ton, but that's a good and easy way to make this more understandable for outsiders). They're female presenting, which usually would put them in the bottom position and thus make them a Bottom, but they play the part of a dominant person, they control their partner for the time they're together, which makes them a Dom. Their partner, by simple inversion, would be a a Submissive Top.

For a moment Lauri wondered if he was the first “wild” Alpha the Emperor came across, and if his reaction had to do with it.

He heard the stories of some of the Alphas that were taken into the Court, how they were subdued by injections in order to be more suitable to their Omegas, treated somewhat like pets and eventually discarded when they had no more use or were not as fun anymore. Maybe whatever those Alphas went through made their pheromones less potent or they were chosen for being naturally weaker, the dark haired man wasn’t sure, but he sure wasn’t one of those.

“Should we take to your chambers?” The gladiator asked softly while caressing one of the pale cheeks with his rough hand, not realizing that maybe he was making the situation much worse by staying close.

It was an unprecedented show of docility outside of the bedroom, the way the emperor leaned into the other’s touch.  He seemed starved for it, and with good reason.  “P-perhaps we should make our way…” he affirmed softly.  He smiled up at the man, taking another breath of air and taking refuge that it was just sea air.

They were lucky the walk to the royal chambers wasn't filled with servants and advisers, otherwise, Lauri knew he wouldn't hear the end of it - not any time soon at least, - and once they were safe in the bedroom, the gladiator finally let out a sigh of relief.

“I hold back. Way back.” The gladiator flashed a small smile, he was proud of that sort of skill he had due to how most of those like him would act if they could do the same. He’d seen many take their needs to brothels, had witnessed many of his friends talk while fucking Omegas and Betas alike just to satiate their hunger for a night in order to be able to get back on the pills by morning. Eastwood, the gladiator most everyone in the coliseum knew, seemed unbothered by those needs. That was true power in his opinion.

His strong arms gently craddled the small body between them, supporting the young Emperor as he calmed down, the delicate body trembling against him wasn’t missed though and one of his hands gently rubbed the fair skinned back.

“You alright, your Majesty?” He asked softly.

Panting with a still glazed expression, the rough feeling of the gladiator’s hand against his skin, he couldn’t hold back the moan.  “I’m… stars I’m not sure….” he said finally.  He licked his lips, looking up at Lauri before forcing to shut his eyes.  Control.  He had to maintain control.  Eventually he stilled enough to attempt to stand up, using the gladiator as leverage. “I’m…I’m fine….”

He heard the stories of some of the Alphas that were taken into the Court, how they were subdued by injections in order to be more suitable to their Omegas, treated somewhat like pets and eventually discarded when they had no more use or were not as fun anymore. Maybe whatever those Alphas went through made their pheromones less potent or they were chosen for being naturally weaker, the dark haired man wasn't sure, but he sure wasn't one of those.

Souji’s tale was sad. Being lonely like that should be such a pressure over his shoulders, no wonder the sought refuge in the pleasures of the flesh when possible, it was his way of feeling connected to something or someone even if only for a night or short hours, a way to feel something aside from the coldness of those halls and all the rigid displays of respect.

“The world seen from here looks peaceful and calm, but even now, beyond the walls of this castle, there must be some tavern down in the city full of men and women going around with their boasting laughters, dancing and singing, some picking fights, others cussing of the bets they lost because someone cheated on the roll of the dices. There must be thieves too and some killers lurking in the shadows of dark alleys. It’s a dangerous, but colorful world.” Lauri smiled. “It’s wild and chaotic, but all in all, it’s good.”

He turned to the Omega and looked around for a moment, just to make sure there was no one around to reprimand him for indulging on that desire of the other. It was taboo after all.

One of his hands was brought up, giving the Emperor access to his wrist. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Taking the wrist some inches away from his nose, Lauri let it loose, the whole concentrated scent of sandalwood, musk, cinnamon and mint came out of the spot like a bomb, sweet, warm, but also trapping, it was powerful enough to envolve all of the air and fill the lungs, taking away his breath, but most of all, it set the body one fire inside, enough to weaken the knees and make one’s craving come out - and it was only the wrist and in an open area, in a nest, with his whole body covered in it, it was sure to drive Omegas in heat crazy.

He smiled.  He could see it in his mind, like stories told to a child before bed.  A dangerous, colorful world.  Not because of the lights of the city or the regalia in the streets, but because of the people who lived there.  A living, breathing world.  Fraught with dangers but still good.  He sighed and nodded, soothed by that assertion.

He blinked, eyes focused on the other’s wrist, instinctively taking a deep breath…which was a big mistake.  His scent exploded around the emperor.  He reeled, body still in shock for a moment, but he suddenly faltered, falling back a little, but the righting himself to fall against Lauri’s arms and chest.  

His strong arms gently craddled the small body between them, supporting the young Emperor as he calmed down, the delicate body trembling against him wasn't missed though and one of his hands gently rubbed the fair skinned back.

“Astra isn’t mine.” He was quick to explain. “His parents died and I was friends with them… the Omega died after giving birth to him, the Beta that was his father died in combat one year later. I adopted him and raised as my own. Without a partner it was hard, but well… one days what they can, right?” Lauri laughed awkwardly and leaned against the rail. “While I’m here, he’s with my own adoptive grandparents and a couple of my friends, there’s another Alpha there to keep the pack safe.”

“That’s how we are in the lower caste, not much food or money to go around, but we stick together. Sometimes we sleep on the floor and during cold nights we sleep all together to stay warm, it’s a bit of everyone knows everyone, we get in each other’s space, but it’s like we’re all a family.” He looked at his hands and smiled. “I run the bakery and fight on the coliseum for coins, the other Alpha is more territorial, but works delivering messages around. He’s… very unique in look. His hair looks like moonstone opals under the moonlight and has lilac colored eyes. I learned a good lot of what I know about fighting from him. He’s like a big brother to me.”

Oh, he was talking too much, but it helped Lauri a little, he felt good remembering the people who depended on him to keep going and how much he also leaned on them. It was a mutual feeling shared by all of them.

“…I am glad…the pup is in safe hands.”  

Souji couldn’t help but hang onto his every word.  So much about those he ruled he did not know, did not quite understand, but there was a soft pang of jealousy.  To have that sense of community, to have people hey could lean on and not feel the need to check for a knife in their back.

He smiled softly.  “I think it’s…wonderful, to have a family,” he said softly.  “I cannot be afforded such a luxury.”  He looked out into the cliffside, to the ocean and the twinkling lights.  “I can’t remember my parent’s face… I was raised from an early age to be ruler…I supposed it could be called a cloister.  That was where I was kept until the time came.  I never questioned it.  You grow up alone, you rule alone…and when the time comes… you die alone.  Your heir has been raised in the shadows in your final years…and that’s it.  The empire carries on.  Packs continue to populate the streets, nobles and their synthetic toys continue their unending pleasure parties, and you are just… a wave that crashed against the rock.  Amusing and intriguing for the time you lived, forgotten in lieu of another wave fast approaching.

He smiled, shaking his head.  “Forgive me I meant not to dampen our night.  Your tales, your story… I find it fascinating.  I could listen to you and learn so much about the worlds I command.” 

"The world seen from here looks peaceful and calm, but even now, beyond the walls of this castle, there must be some tavern down in the city full of men and women going around with their boasting laughters, dancing and singing, some picking fights, others cussing of the bets they lost because someone cheated on the roll of the dices. There must be thieves too and some killers lurking in the shadows of dark alleys. It's a dangerous, but colorful world." Lauri smiled. "It's wild and chaotic, but all in all, it's good."

He turned to the Omega and looked around for a moment, just to make sure there was no one around to reprimand him for indulging on that desire of the other. It was taboo after all.

The gladiator was quite distract observing the contrast and shades between the pale moonlight brought by their satelites, the rich greenery colors of the suspended garden, and how it all formed a soft and delicate frame for the image of the Emperor. It was a breathtaking scene.

“Using the pheromones are a tactic. If an Alpha wants to pretend to be weak while in battle, a common way of doing it is to hide the scent, thus when the adversary comes near they let it all out at once. It’s like a bomb that can make weaker Alphas and Betas dizzy for a while. It’s a technique hard to master.” He smiled and stepped closer while looking up. “I had to learn it the hard way as puppies are sensitive and I’m raising one all by myself.”

“I could… always give you a sample?” It was still early, there would be time for the ruler to recover from a small intake of his pheromone. “I mean, in a way that’s what I’m here to give you, it’s what my contract calls me to do, so…” His dark eyes focused somewhere else as Lauri shrugged in a display of not being bothered by that idea if it was something the shorter man wanted.

Souji listened in quiet fascination.  As much as he was taught about the roles and their abilities, but hearing their practical application in battle was something completely different.  He enjoyed learning these new facets of his companion.

“Puppy??” He blinked.  Suddenly the terms of their contract had a sharper focus.  “You have a child…Did you sire this child?”  Not angry, but surprised and suddenly intrigued.  His gladiator was an onion.  “And what of the one that gave birth to the pup?”

"That's how we are in the lower caste, not much food or money to go around, but we stick together. Sometimes we sleep on the floor and during cold nights we sleep all together to stay warm, it's a bit of everyone knows everyone, we get in each other's space, but it's like we're all a family." He looked at his hands and smiled. "I run the bakery and fight on the coliseum for coins, the other Alpha is more territorial, but works delivering messages around. He's... very unique in look. His hair looks like moonstone opals under the moonlight and has lilac colored eyes. I learned a good lot of what I know about fighting from him. He's like a big brother to me."

“Maybe I should use the kitchen while the ball goes on to bake some for you, my Lord.” Lauri offered go do it out of pride and kindness, he took pride on his creations and kindness for the Omega who treated him so well.

His head leaned on the hand that caressed his jawline and he boldly brought one of his own to hold it for a brief moment and press a kiss on his palm. “I’ve been… controlling my scent though, trying to avoid spreading it too much.” He confessed. “Truth is that a gladiator can’t take the pills, the pheromones help during the fights. So when those who are like me are outside, we’re required to control it.”

He let go when the smaller man walked away and followed still from a distance, eyes turning to the sky when the moons were mentioned, however, his eyes were quickly taken back to the Emperor, seeing him among the flowers and with the moons on the sky was a divine sight that made him shudder.

“I will hold you to that, Lauri…” he smiled.  The opportunity to taste more of the man’s baking was something he would not miss for the world, though he anticipation was broken by his comments about his scent.  “So you haven’t unleashed it’s full potential once, not even while we were in bed?  I must commend your control, then… I suppose I would be in quite a shock if you were to unleash your full scent on me during one of our more…passionate conversations.” A soft tease before turning back to the skies.

The triad shone in the night, Souji’s smile widening with each moment.  With the breeze and the fragrant air, he was reminded once again why he loved the capital, and his home.  

"Using the pheromones are a tactic. If an Alpha wants to pretend to be weak while in battle, a common way of doing it is to hide the scent, thus when the adversary comes near they let it all out at once. It's like a bomb that can make weaker Alphas and Betas dizzy for a while. It's a technique hard to master." He smiled and stepped closer while looking up. "I had to learn it the hard way as puppies are sensitive and I'm raising one all by myself."

So synthetic pheromones, he wondered if that meant they also had genetically modified semen banks like so many brought up, a place where the high caste sent their seeds to be fertilized artificially and kept until they felt like having their puppies. This felt so cold, unnatural… sure an Alpha could he rough, but how bad one needed to screw in order to have that necessity?

“It’s a bit of both, my Lord. For many years those pastries had a heavier crust, but this made the flavor of the filling be mutted by the crust. When I first came up with the idea for a flaked version the same of baking didn’t work anymore, so I had to get creative and eventually came up with the idea of braiding it, this way the sweet paste of honey and apple inside doesn’t get all melted or mushy, but absorbed by the dough, which results in not only the core of the pastry being sweet, but all of it. Each and every bite will have the taste of the filling.” He smiled. “When I discovered other pastes and fillings could work too, I just put in some variety.”

“Your favorite is the strawberry and cherry one - I think? It’s the one that’s always requested by the castle, - but the original, like I said, is honey and apples. My personal favorite is honey and peaches. And the most popular is cream with sugar and cinnamon, during the Winter season the one is mixed nuts also sells well.” Lauri walked a couple of steps behind Souji in a sign of respect.

Such lushful place was the gardens, full of life, it was inspiring for the baker, some of those flowers sure looked elegant and could make good material for his more delicate pastries.

“With all due respect, your Eminence, but if it’s addictive to use the synthetic scent, wouldn’t the real thing be even more dangerous?” Now he was worried, because his own pills had been gone for a while due to his activities as a gladiator and since coming to the palace he hadn’t had more. Things seemed to be under control though for as long as the Emperor prevented things from his side too.

Honey and apples… honey and peaches.  “I would… I think I would like to try your favorite one day, Lauri.  Apples also sound delicious.” Indeed the ideaof them made his mouth water, lips curled in a small smile.

But his question made him blink.  “…addiction to the scent of a real Alpha.  I suppose that would be a risk for a weaker Omega, but I don’t believe I hae such a need for worry.”  His smile softened, a slender hand reaching out for the chiseled jaw of his companion.  “I do appreciate your concern, Lauri, but it is not needed…”  He turned around and chuckled.  “I imagine if they were to make pheromones from your scent, however, they wouldn’t be able to keep up with demand…”

His head leaned on the hand that caressed his jawline and he boldly brought one of his own to hold it for a brief moment and press a kiss on his palm. "I've been... controlling my scent though, trying to avoid spreading it too much." He confessed. "Truth is that a gladiator can't take the pills, the pheromones help during the fights. So when those who are like me are outside, we're required to control it."

At the mention of the Emperor wanting to stroll through the garden, Lauri stood up and offered a hand to help him after giving a profusely respectful bow. He was always beside the ruler once he walked through the castle gates, that was his place as his consort after all.

“Perhaps, but they serve their purpose of satisfying your needs without risks, are polite and maintain a nice harmony as they don’t stick out.” Unlike the way most Alphas were, always fighting, boasting, loud and territorial, outside their pills, Alphas could be quite a handful, even Lauri himself was, he was surprised he’d been holding up so well. “If I may ask… is it true that some nobles buy perfumes that mimic the scent of Alphas and give it to their servants?” The question was a rumor he heard through all his life, a common belief, but no one ever confirmed it - not to him at least.

Walking a couple of steps behind Souji, the gladiator heard his question and hummed softly. “I was taken away very young and don’t remember much, most of what I know I learned from my contact with people from there who recognized my traits. But you can ask me what you want, your Majesty, I’ll gladly answer what I know.”

The gardens were brimming with life, flowers that seemed bioluminescent blooming in the cooling night air.  It made the surroundings fragrant and peaceful, the emperor taking deep breaths of the scent.

Souji’s  eyes went wide, and he started laughing.  “Oh no you’ve heard about that, have you?? Well, it’s not completely untrue,” he smiled softly.  “It’s not a perfume that mimics an Alpha’s scent, but rather synthesized pheromone.  The research is risky, and while I cannot approve of it, the operations exist outside of my reach.  It is said they extract pheromone directly from an alpha’s scent glands for reproduction.  Very few use it, since it it quite expensive, and has rather addictive side effects..at least the earlier strains did.”

His mouth started to twist in disgust.  “I’ve smelled it before, and it’s been since forbidden in the palace.  It’s offensive, it reeks of…”  He tried to find the proper term, but it escaped him.  “Falsehood… it’s lacks the appeal that an actual alpha’s scent can carry.  Like yours… it’s more than just pheromones, but spice and sugar from the bakery…sweat… warmth…. there are things synthetics cannot duplicate.”  He chuckled, shaking his head.  “Perhaps they’re right…” he said softly to himself recalling soft murmurs in the courts.  Strange, eccentric.  An emperor of neon and chrome with a taste for firelight and wood.

"It's a bit of both, my Lord. For many years those pastries had a heavier crust, but this made the flavor of the filling be mutted by the crust. When I first came up with the idea for a flaked version the same of baking didn't work anymore, so I had to get creative and eventually came up with the idea of braiding it, this way the sweet paste of honey and apple inside doesn't get all melted or mushy, but absorbed by the dough, which results in not only the core of the pastry being sweet, but all of it. Each and every bite will have the taste of the filling." He smiled. "When I discovered other pastes and fillings could work too, I just put in some variety."

"Your favorite is the strawberry and cherry one - I think? It's the one that's always requested by the castle, - but the original, like I said, is honey and apples. My personal favorite is honey and peaches. And the most popular is cream with sugar and cinnamon, during the Winter season the one is mixed nuts also sells well." Lauri walked a couple of steps behind Souji in a sign of respect.

Such lushful place was the gardens, full of life, it was inspiring for the baker, some of those flowers sure looked elegant and could make good material for his more delicate pastries.

Lauri remained silent as the altercation went on, even looked away, slightly embarrassed for speaking out of place. He never intended for things to get out of hand or to make a fool of anyone in the court, even less the royal advisor, but he came from the lands at East, he knew their cultures to a point despite having lived most of his life in this kingdom.

“Your advisor sees me as a toy, but I’m a living subject from the lower classes, your Eminence. I know what certain deals means to those like me. And despite what others might believe, I see no advantage in your kingdom getting in the bad side of our neighbor… and homeland.” The gladiator scratched the back of his neck. “They’re coming from a terrible time. I heard from some of the caravans in the lower city that the old king is finally back on the throne after over twenty years in exile. All help will be welcomed by them and I’m sure the color of your clothes wouldn’t affect much of the outcome, but… I know a little about my homeland. They appreciate when their colors are used in a sign of friendship.”

Sitting on the floor by the side of the throne, the gladiator gently leaned his head to the side, so it could be reached by the Emperor’s hand when the side found support on his smooth and soft skin of the leg.

“I’m grateful to be of any help to you, your Majesty.”

“Emilio perpetuates the same ignorance I’ve found all over this empire,” he sighed softly.  He felt the head against his leg, and let his fingers get lost in the other’s hair.  “They feel that as you are of the lower caste that you should be no more than an object, even as their treat their precious synthetics dolls as trustworthy companions.  As if they have the free will to honestly give the discourse they need.  Free ideas, challenging viewpoints.  They provide none of that…”

He leaned back on his throne, looking up at the marble ceilings.  “You are a welcome voice… and more help than you know.”

"Perhaps, but they serve their purpose of satisfying your needs without risks, are polite and maintain a nice harmony as they don't stick out." Unlike the way most Alphas were, always fighting, boasting, loud and territorial, outside their pills, Alphas could be quite a handful, even Lauri himself was, he was surprised he'd been holding up so well. "If I may ask... is it true that some nobles buy perfumes that mimic the scent of Alphas and give it to their servants?" The question was a rumor he heard through all his life, a common belief, but no one ever confirmed it - not to him at least.

“No, my Lord. My request isn’t for visual stimuli only. I read on your parchments, and the ambassador of the neighboring kingdom you intend to make a peace treat with would probably like to see a sign of open friendship. Their banner takes on shades of blue, so the wearing of a gown that reflects their color might be a wise choice.” The bulky and tall man explained his reasoning for the suggestion, which made the royal advisor turn to him with an angry gaze that spoke worlds of how he felt threatened by the gladiator’s remark. “Or not… I spoke out of my place.”

Of course Souji would be breathtaking in that attire, he was in all he wore and even without it, but this was a formal occasion. The ball was only a cover-up to keep the nobles of both courts entertained while the rulers discussed their business on the back of everyone else. Lauri was only trying to help in whatever way he could - which would certainly earn him a lecture and punishment later from the advisor, since he was only the Emperor’s toy.

He stopped mid-sip, not expecting the answer he received.  "Political purposes?? Most interesting…“  He went back to the parchments, the pictures, and pale pink lips curled up in a smile.  "Your point is valid, Lauri…I can see merit in wearing it.  They do have such lovely blue hues….”  His eyes went to his advisor, and his smile fell, corners of his lips turned downward.  "Emilio?  Do you care to share your thoughts?  Would the blue dress not be advantageous?“

The advisor turned his eyes to the emperor, anger slowly muting into calm deference. "P-Perhaps not quite so deep a blue, Your Eminence.  I am wont to have you prostrate yourself before this ambassador by wearing such a strong shade of blue…”

“You think I’d prostrate myself?”  A soft, calm tone with a stony gaze.  "Do you truly think we do not have the might on our side?  I am, as you know, eager to extend our reach, and our military might has no equal.  Do you really think that such a strong shade is a sign of weakness?? And not of confidence in our alliance?“

The advisor paled, knowing that the emperor when presented with an idea he appreciated, was notoriously strong-willed over it, and bulldozed over anyone who dared to second guess him.  He gulped.  "I don’t think you’re showing weakness at all….”  His eyes cut to the gladiator, but a soft clearing of the emperor’s throat brought him back.  "I shall arrange the fitting for you post haste…“

”….very good.  I know I can always count on you, Emilio,“ Souji grinned, tapping a manicured nail on his throne.  He watched with a soft satisfaction as the man scurried out the door like a scared rat.  With him gone, Souji’s eyes turned to the gladiator, and his grin widened.  

"Your advisor sees me as a toy, but I'm a living subject from the lower classes, your Eminence. I know what certain deals means to those like me. And despite what others might believe, I see no advantage in your kingdom getting in the bad side of our neighbor... and homeland." The gladiator scratched the back of his neck. "They're coming from a terrible time. I heard from some of the caravans in the lower city that the old king is finally back on the throne after over twenty years in exile. All help will be welcomed by them and I'm sure the color of your clothes wouldn't affect much of the outcome, but... I know a little about my homeland. They appreciate when their colors are used in a sign of friendship."

Sitting on the floor by the side of the throne, the gladiator gently leaned his head to the side, so it could be reached by the Emperor's hand when the side found support on his smooth and soft skin of the leg.

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“If your Grace doesn’t mind my humble opinion, this humble gladiator thinks the blue dress will suit our Ruler better than the white one.”

“So you’ve decided to try your hand at fashion as well, Lauri?”  He chuckled, taking the soft, light chiffon and the heavy beads adorning the skirt.  “My my this is more revealing than my usual vestments.  Indeed if I were to wear it, you would see everything, not a new sight for you by any means,” he mused.

“It’s really true what they say about pregnant people glowing, you’re stunning.” 

“I can’t help it, I love your belly.” 

“I heard women have really intense orgasms when they’re pregnant.”

“Fuck, I love you like this, all rounded with our child…” 

“The hormones are getting to me, so take off your clothes before I take them off of you.” 

“Careful, don’t put too much pressure on your belly. Here, lie on your back, I’ll do all the work.”

“Why are you self-conscious? You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, right now.” 

“Ssh baby, I’m going to fuck you deep and make sure you get pregnant.” 

“You’re not going anywhere now, baby. I’m going to fill you up with my seed.” 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to pump you full of cum.” 

“You’re going to look perfect, carrying my child.” 

“Don’t squirm, sweetheart. You’re my breeding bitch, now.” 

“How does it feel, my come leaking out of you? Knowing that you’ll be a mother?”

spots to kiss. (accepting) @goldentemplariumcrow

The smaller melted, a tiny mewl while he leaned against the broad frame.  Stars... had he known the other would pull this sort of reaction just from his lips alone he would’ve brokered for a longer contract.  “Lauri...” was a soft sigh, eyes fluttering closed.  The light silks were suddenly too heavy and stifling.  He longed for the feeling of the other’s rougher, scarred skin against his, abrasive and delightful.

The gladiator turned baker, had a discrete smile hidden against the smaller male’s neck when he heard the sigh and how he called his name. This was a dangerous relationship and, although it was mostly based on an exchange of favours, they both got what they wanted from it, the Emperor got his much needed release and Lauri got his favor and enough money to sustain himself and his son for a long while.

“The Emperor never make mistakes, I heard. If he does, the fault is on the advisors for not telling him better.” He whispered back and inhaled the sweet and flowery scent produced by the smaller’s glands as his hands cupped his buttcheeks, squeezing them between his rough palms, enough to leave a mark. “I’m just doing my job… serving my Ruler.”

“Hah...”  He bit his lip, knees buckling from those hands on him.  He was doing an exceptional job.  The spicy, strong scent the gladiator carried was making his mind start to muddle, his body start to ache.  “Oh no... this is a mistake I’ll gladly own.”  He pressed himself up more, slight friction making him whine while he took the other's lips.

In this last week, Lauri had seen the Emperor naked body more times than he ever thought any other person had seen, maybe not as much as the androids programmed to serve his every need, but certainly more than most other living men and women in the castle. He also got used to the overly sweet scent of the smaller man... even if at this point he wasn't so sure if it was simply his scent of if he was going through his fertile days, it was an unique experience though.

"You still have work to do..." Bold words coming from a lowly alpha, his kin would be put to slavery by most for being this bold, but he did anyways while touching down the monarch. "Your advisors will be most unpleased if I get in the way."

Still he turned and pushed the smaller body into the bed, quickly crawled over and pulled the linen from his own improvised skirt out of the way, the scent and head from Souji worked miracles to make him hard as a rock with little to no effort when Lauri wasn't on the suppressant pills. "If you were a commoner, I'd say you want to breed with me..." That would be a problem, to get the Emperor impregnated from a simple deal, but the gladiator was sure that wasn't the case, no highborn would do that.

And so, he pulled the cheeks apart and uncerimoniously pushed his dick down the already slick hole, feeling how easily it went in after a week of working that hard — he lost count of how many times he filled the omega to a point where he was dripping out, the bedsheets were drenched and they were still going on. That was how much he used that through those nights... and he wasn't sorry for it at all, as an alpha, he wanted to leave a mark Souji would never forget, even if it was just the ghostly impression of having sex like that.