Stepping onto the cold tile floor, sliced curtains moving with the breeze of Trantor's palace, clasping your hands together nervously anticipating the sight of the famed Brother Day. One of Trantor's three emperors.

Once looking upon the powerful man, noticing his relaxed gaze off to the side dressed only in blue pants, chest felt bare, uninterested at your presence.

Hearing many tales of how the others in the palace who waited to be plucked by one of the emperors gushed on about Brother Day. Telling of how they went on to capture his attention, some failing, but the ones that succeeded sang with details all night.

"Emperor," you called, barely earning a glance.

"I am at your service for the next 24 hours," you state. The room falls to silence, leaving your mind to remember what others before you had done, what they had in common. Be bold.

"Are all the stories true?" you ask, capturing his curiosity. Biting down on the smile that wanted to eat up your lips.

"Now what stories would that be?" He asks in return, brow-arching eyes glancing over, head having yet to turn.

"Tellings of how you keep someone up for days just by your mouth alone," you start. "The incredible ability you have to know every inch of one's body, drawing maps with not just your tongue alone," praising the emperor's ego further, allowing it to feast on each word you spoke.

"How there's no telling time or day in the presence of your company, but that's just what I've heard, merely stories, I'm afraid," you smirk, pulling back the feast you gave his ego. It earns you his full attention, head now turned, eyes drinking up your form.

"Stories can only tell so much, it's better for one to have been there, don't you agree?" His voice is deep, full of power, it rumbles through you from a few feet away.

"Of course, how else would they begin?" you respond, knowing you have him now.

"Approach," the emperor commands, solidifying that thought.

Slowly walking to the bed before stopping at its edge, knees touching the soft fabric that lined it, dreaming of how wonderful it would feel against your bare back.

Taking notice of your obedience, waiting for his next command, taking note of it. Motioning you to climb atop the plush bed with his two famed fingers, famed more ways than one. To the public, they are a sign of peace, but to some in the palace, they were famous for much more than that.

With little hesitation, your knees settle onto the bed, crawling towards the emperor, seeing as he looks over your body once more before stopping at your face.

Itching to know what he thought of you, the words spill from your mouth.

"Am I to your liking, emperor?" you ask, standing on your knees, almost towering over the man, pulling back the sheer clothing that decorated your body loosely, showing the lace underneath that covers very little skin.

Watching the emperor's head tilt to the side, eyes taking time to comb carefully over you. Breathing shakily as his hand reaches out, gently runs up your side, feeling his fingers slide under the hem of lace.

Enjoying as his hand gropes your skin, gradually becoming rougher and rougher until a sharp pain stops it all, pulling away as you yelp from the pain, placing a hand of your own over the spot of tender skin.

Looking up from the sight at the sound of the emperor's low-pitched laugh, aching with pain that ripples through your body, mixing with the awakening arousal, creating something unfamiliar.

"You're supposed to be gentle," you remind him, like the man doesn't know, his smiling face changes with slight surprise at your firm tone.

Sitting up tall now, towering over you, "Please try for yourself," he offers, leisurely opening up his arms to the side, granting you access to his bare chest.

Studying the emperor's body, every toned muscle announces itself along his skin. Lifting a hand towards his body, placing it upon him slowly and gently, watching as the tips of your fingers pass under the force field.

Running along his chest, the warmth of his skin engulfs your hand, eyes snapping to the emperor's face as the sound of smooth moans sings from him.

Encouraged by the song of moans, raising another hand, placing it on his arm, guiding both up carefully to reach his shoulders. Observing his head tilt back as the tips of your fingers tease the skin of his neck, throat bobbing as you cup his jaw, fingers combing through small curls that lined the back of his head.

Once stopping, his eyes open, moans ceasing, replaced with heavy breaths. Gazing down, eyes glued to your face, watching for any emotion you may display as his hands find your sides.

Stilling in place, him leaning in, inches away from your ear. "I think we should make a new story for you to go back with," he whispers, the heat of his voice running a blaze through you.

With the same hands that rested atop your hips, using them to push you down onto the soft sheets, attacking your neck with not just kisses but painful pricks, caused the emperor's rough hunger, setting off the golden force field.

Hands travel down your body, hearing the tear lace and it being tossed aside. Laying bare, kissing the lips of your emperor, the man that could kill you with the motion of two fingers, though you squirm with hope, he chose to use them for something much more.

As if reading your mind, his kisses cease, face hovering over yours, eyes reading every emotion that is expressed upon it as his two fingers touch to tease you.

Moaning inches away from his face, admiring your face as it turns with pleasure, fingers now wet with arousal, easing into you. Biting back the moans that curled from your throat, muffling their exit, causing his brows to knit together.

Using his free hand, thumb pulling the bottom lip free from your teeth, "Oh no, let it out. Let me hear you. Let your emperor hear you." His harsh voice echoes through the room. Ensuring that you follow his words, his fingers curl deep within you, acquiring a melody of moans.

Attacking your neck once again, tongue and teeth grazing along the thin skin, hips grinding against the back of your thighs, wishing the fabric of his pants that provided little friction was the confines of your wet walls, wishing for them to squeeze around his cock, body twisting and turning under him.

Using your own hands, exploring down his body, hearing his breath shudder as your hand palms over the growing mass of his cock tented in the prison of fabric.

Struggling to find the hem of the blue pants as his fingers work to distract you, curling and uncurling, the pressure building in you only to be released, then brought back.

Hearing a thick laugh rumble within his chest, zapped by the force field in desperation, only to try again finally find access. Looking into his eyes, witnessing control leave them before his head dips into the nook of your neck, cock finally in hand.

Moans echo out, fingers struggle to move inside you, mind only captivates on the hand wrapped around his cock. Stroking the soft skin, feeling the form's firmness, afraid to hold it any tighter so as to not be brought back to the start with a simple shock.

Pulling himself up, fingers releasing from your walls, resting hands atop your knees. Head swirling back with pleasure, moans booming out, echoing down the hall, filling the walls of the palace. Hips thrusting slowly into the walls of your hand, the thin skin of his cock pulling back and forth, the head gradually lubing your fingers, allowing his length to move with more ease.

As his head comes back, eyes open to look down upon the sight of you. Observing as the flood of control comes back, filling his eyes, pulling away from your touch, watching as he sits up, cock bouncing with desperation for more as he licks the fingers that were once in you, eyes never breaking away from yours.

Brows creasing with pleasure in the taste of you, hearing the pitched noise of the famed fingers leaving his mouth along with a delicious hum. Taking a breath, then leaning in, taking hold of his cock.

"Beg," he orders, voice void of emotion but full of power. Using the tip of his cock to tease you, drawing circles to then slide in only just enough before pulling back, urging you with delayed gratification.

"Please," you plead breathlessly, though it does not satisfy the emperor.

"Beg." He orders again, firmly.

"Please, Emperor," sounding more desperate, but still not what he yearns for.

"Beg me to fuck you." He repeats once again sternly through closed teeth, displaying his own desperation for the sound of your neediness. Cock position outside of you, waiting for the right words.

"Emperor Brother Day, please fuck me," you cry out, squirming under his frame. Feasting on the desperation that fills your voice, soaking it in, earning a devilish smile from the powerful man, the same powerful man that starts to steadily sink his cock onto you.

Moans harmonizing beautifully from the throats of both of you, the walls that he had wanted to beg for now engulfing his cock. Cautiously sinking inside so as not to interrupt the moment with a painful shock, wanting to hear your moans, not yelps of pain, not yet.

Greedily desiring for his cock to fill and feel every inch, needing every drop of your arousal to lube his cock before even considering pulling back to thrust forward.

The emperor moans, turning rugged as your walls squeeze around him, attempting to tempt thrusts from his hips, and you succeed. Steadily he grinds against the back of your thighs and ass, steadily to then pull back to plunge his cock back in, over and over and over.

Head burrowing into the plush bed, eyes not yet lost from your control, watching as the emperor fights his head from tipping back, fights for his eyes not to roll back, devoted to seeing your body shape and stir with the pleasure his cock gave you, he gave you.

Finding a gentle pace of thrusts, leaving the force field undisturbed, and your ever-growing hunger to feed. Head swirling at the feeling of fullness his cock gave you, filling out the walls that more than welcomed the emperor.

Leaning down, kissing your lips, allowing your moans to mix in the heat of your mouths, no longer dominating the sound in the room. The echoes of skin smacking, bouncing off each other with every thrust.

Holding your legs still, wide open for deep access, speeding up, bordering on the line of pain. Taking your own hands to explore the touch-starved skin of Trantor's emperor, hearing from just combing through his hair, running down his side, only to grip for support, adds to his pleasure by the volume of moans increasing, vibrating against your lips and tongue.

"Empire," a voice calls from the hall. Halting mid-thrust, buried deep within you. Breaking the heated kiss between you, not bothering to look up, witnessing as his face darkens with annoyance.

"What!" He shouts, voice in the form of a deep growl booming close to your ear.

Startled by the interruption along with his loud shout, facing away from the women, attempting to cover your bareness.

"Your order is needed on a matter urgently, Empire," she explains, feeling his hands tighten around your thighs, causing pain to spark against them.

"It will have to wait." His voice sounding more agitated.

"Unfortunately, Emp-"

"I SAID IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT!" He yells back, cutting her off. Glancing up to see his head turned to look at her, face red with anger. Hearing his yell echo through the room down the halls, most likely meeting the ears of those that wait for him in the throne room.

As the room falls silent, her heels break it, echoing down the halls as she exits the room, leaving the tension behind with him.

"I can excuse myself, emperor," you hesitantly offer, turning what lasting annoyance he had on you.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, this galaxy waits on me hand and foot. They will wait for me to finish," he says sternly, face inches away from yours.

Returning to the moment that was interrupted, kissing your lips roughly, pained by the force field's retaliation, thought it all mixed with the pleasure that started to bloom in waves.

Thrusting with more feralness than mindful hunger, the fight for control you once had now been won, no longer needing your boldness to peak his interest for his cock to rise, only needing you to twist, moan, and call for him.

"Cleon," his name, slips from your lips in the form of a curling moan between kisses, earning a deep laugh that bellows from his chest, the slip further hardening his cock.

Squeezing your thighs softly, then quickly turning rough, causing pain to shoot through you, only to soothe that same spot after, feeding the arousal in you.

Sensing the creation of a smirk against your lips, Cleon, having found a new form of pleasure to inflict upon your body. Feeling his body become rougher, hands squeezing every surface of skin, thrusts starting to ram, setting off an invasion of pain.

"You belong to me," he growls, rawing the skin of your ass. Hands delivering sharp pain across the skin of your hips as he fought the force field's push inside you, setting off the same snips of pain in your walls that mixed too well with the pleasure his cock stirred inside you.

Tears fog your vision as they brim, watching the blurry form of the emperor above you lean closer. "Cleon." His name left your lips with euphoric breathlessness, the very man's lips latch onto your neck, tongue licking up the sweat of sex.

The smell of smoke fills your nose, pulling you from the euphoric fever as he curses against your lips. The emperor now the one in pain. Tearing off the gold bracelet, growing too hot for his skin to bare, as it flung across the room, so did the smell of smoke go with it.

Void of pain, relief runs through you. Mind no longer on the overwhelming mix, the feel of building makes itself known, fingers now able to dig into Cleon's skin. As your hands found support in his skin, his hand ran down between thrusts, touching you.

Losing all focus in Cleon's touch, feeling your body build to a release, encouraged by his touch along with the words he spoke so intensely into your ear.

"That's it, cum for me," he whispers roughly. "Cum for your emperor," his voice rumbles richly against your neck, prickling it with hot kisses.

"Fuck, look at you," his yearning being the last piece before letting go, barely hearing his praise at your body arching, nails digging into his sides.

"Fuck Cleon, please," you moan in the height of your orgasm. "Don't stop, please, Cleon," you plead further.

Hearing Cleon groan, thrusts become unsteady, more deep than fast. Pulling away from your neck, sitting up, taking the last bit of control he had to keep your thighs apart, allowing his final thrusts to reach deep within you.

Throwing his head back, holding little back, burying himself within you as ropes of cum spill into you. Chest rising and falling with deep breaths, hips giving small thrusts to pump out any cum that remains in his balls, wanting your insides to have it all.

Seconds pass before he leans down, kissing your lips gently this time, signaling the rough, pleasured attacks on your body have halted.

Breaking away, sitting up to look over your body, now different from earlier, skin bloomed with red and raw, coated in a layer of sweat. Smirking, proud of his work on your body. Watching as you whine, pulling his cock out, cum dripping onto the once clean sheet now hot with sweat, to be cleaned by the palace staff.

Cleon's hands soothe over your body one last time, ending at your hands, pulling them up to his lips, kissing them softly, then laying them back down onto your body.

"I'll send someone to clean you and bring you back to your chambers," he says tiredly, climbing off the bed, needing to tend to the urgent matter from the interruption.

Hearing his bare feet walk down the hall, followed by the hums of voices, drowning out the two pairs of feet as they fade into the hall. Thinking of all that happened, having no sense of time, finding it too hard to compress into one story, worrying you would leave out the smallest detail.

Though if all were to slip away, only one needed to be told, breaking the very golden bracelet all emperors wore, protecting them from any harm that came their way, had broken in the heat of pain-mixed sex. Knowing for sure, the tale would exceed any that were to be told Cleons after.

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Kneeling patiently, warm tile kissing the bare surface of your legs and knees, watching the bare back of your emperor, Brother Day. Hands planting flatly spread atop your thighs, studying the toned, stoic man denying his order to look forward.

Eyes flickering away as he turns, walking to stand in front of you, legs clothed in loose fabric fill your vision, knowing in the uncontrolled palace of your mind, the hem of his pants barely hangs from his hips.

"Tame yourself," he speaks, voice calm, deep, rattling down your spine. "Close your eyes and breathe," he guides. Following his smooth words, eyes fluttering close, inhaling a shaky breath.

"Good, take another for me," he says, taking one more breath, lungs no longer noticeably shaking.

Rewarded with his hand cupping your cheek, eyes waking to the sight of your emperor smiling before it fades. Face blankly peering down at you, watching your face closely for another thought that might make its home in your mind. Forcing down any that creep into the folds of your mind, burning the memories of how your nails dug into his back the previous night, still feeling the traces of his lips and teeth that drew up the skin of your neck.

"Perfect," he says, hearing the simple click of a button before your nerves slip, shaking from the device he planted within you.

Swallowing the moans that bubble up your throat, eyes twitching, wanting so desperately to close, to ride out the euphoric feeling. Still watching your face, peering up, focusing on not cracking in the commanding ocean of his eyes.

"Stare ahead," he orders, following them as he moves away.

Hearing him sit upon a chair next to you, pages of a book echoing through the open room. Feeling his hand rest atop your head, following down to the skin of your neck, tracing soft lines with his fingers.

"If you behave today, I'll let you cum." His voice sounds behind you, still just as deep, but more than spine-rattling.

Inhaling deep breaths, grounding yourself in the items that decorate the emperor's room. Bookshelves, windows, and many trinkets are only some of the things you take notice of in the line of vision before your attention focuses on the bed. His bed.

Pushing down every memory of how he held you, the soft sheets fitted to his bed, a luxury only given on days you had behaved. Lungs becoming shaky, trying to focus on another object, but quickly his thumb finds your pulse. Hearing his tongue smacking against his top teeth, blood turning cold at the sound of his book closing, he throws to the side while getting up from the plush chair.

Walking, standing before you once again, barely hearing the click sending your body over, losing all concentration. Moans escaping your lips, eyes rolling over, fighting to stare ahead. Feeding off the small sense of hope, he'll allow you to cum even as the flood of moans sings from your lips.

Fingertips plant under your chin, leading you to look up, seeing through a thickening haze the disappointment in his eyes. Lips pressing together, quieting your moans to an unsteady hum, eyes still struggling to focus as your insides become overstimulated. Body curling under his gaze, watching, hoping for any crack of leniency, but none appears.

Eyes flickering past the emperor, laying your sights on the silk sheets of his bed as desperation corrupts your mind. Following your eyes, hearing the chuckle that leaves his lips, knowing without looking the size of his smile as he realizes. As his laugh dies down, a sigh sounds from above before the boom of his voice.

"Follow," he commands, walking towards the bed. Sitting at its edge, peering down, watching you crawl on all fours. Keeping your eyes on the emperor, seeing his hand reach down, palming his hard cock from the outside of his clothes.

"You failed today," he states, voice loud and clear. Sitting atop your heels, kneeling, digging into the tiles again, staring forward at his legs.

"But you still have a responsibility to me," he goes on, hips shifting on the bed, hand reaching under the hem of his own pants. Freeing his cock, hearing the skin being stroked by his hand, causing your atoms to quiver.

Holding up his cock, looking down at your shivering body, reaching out to you with his free hand. Looking up, taking the emperor's offer, following his lead, up to his thighs, eye-to-eye with his cock. Held by his hand, tilting its length towards you, head lightly touching your lips.

"Don't use your hands," he orders, voice much softer.

Pressing, allowing your lips to wrap around his cock, earning a quiet breath from above. Hands unmoving from their place atop your thighs, twitching with an urge to cup his balls, wanting the song of moans that comes along with it.

Eyes looking up, study the emperor's twisting face, closed eyes, furrowed brows, mouth melting open as more moans echo through the room. Hand cupping the side of your face, slowly moving down his length, sucking firmly when coming back up. Gradually becoming bobbing fast, testing the powerful man's edge, wanting for him to tell you to slow.

Bottom lip touching the skin of his sack with each gagging bob, spit dripping down the sides of his cock, sloppy sounds of sucking fighting over his moans. The mix of a mess reaches down the hall, inviting whatever worker stood down it to the training of your body.

Swiveling your head, lips growing tighter around his length, allowing yourself to choke, to gag on the head of his cock. Tears rimming the edge of your eyes, all worth it for the howls that escape the emperor's lips.

Hand releasing your face as he falls back, landing on the bed, thrusting his cock further down your throat. Hips thrusting up, fucking the soft tissue of your throat, choking on breath as his hips buckle, giving one last thrust.

Body trembling under your lips, gushes of warm cum fill the back of your throat. Coughing up what you could, letting it build within your cheeks.

"Swallow, please," he begs between moans that threaten to be his last breath. Following your emperor's weak plea, swallowing the taste of cum, drawing out your final journey along his length.

Sitting back, ass touching your knees once again, looking upon your work. Brother Day laid back, catching deep breaths as his cock softened to the side. Spit glossy in the light of his room, dripping down his balls, soaking into the bedsheets that your mind still burns to lie upon with his head dug between your legs, letting you cum.

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Your back was pushed into the stone of the altar with each thrust, almost uncomfortably so, but it was made bearable by the immense pleasure pooling between your thighs. 

You were dressed in amber silk, hiked up around your waist, the matching veil pushed back over your head. The sounds of moans and skin meeting were joined by the clinks of the chains and gems that covered your body in a show of the wealth of the mines that your village was renowned for. 

With a hand on the back of his neck, you pulled Brother Day down into a searing kiss, back arching up to press your clothed chest to his, wishing that you could have removed the dress for the ritual to feel more of his skin against yours. 

You had volunteered to be offered as a tribute to the visiting Emperor – you had already seen how he looked from your holos and it seemed a good, if not the only, opportunity to get out of this damned village where you would never have a chance at seeing the rest of your own planet, let alone the rest of the Empire. You had been dressed in traditional silks and jewellery, waited on like a deity by the temple attendants who had always looked down on you and everyone else who worked in the village and now you were sleeping with the most powerful man in the Empire. Who would pass up such opportunities? 

Though, the stone against your back was growing increasingly difficult to ignore and so you pushed yourself up, rotating your hips to turn the two of you over, hands landing on the Emperor’s clothed chest, his armour tossed to the floor long before now. Using your hands to steady yourself, you began to rise your hips up before letting them fall back down in long and deep thrusts, throwing your head back at the new angle and feeling the Emperor’s hands come up to grab your hips, sliding back to cup the softness of your ass under the silk of your dress. You looked down at him through lidded eyes when his hips began pushing up to meet you, breaking his collected facade. 

“I’m here just for you…” You sighed out, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, “So come for me, Empire.” You smiled as his grip on your body only tensed even more, hips meeting yours more erratically as the thrusts grew firmer and faster, shallower too. “I’m not going anywhere so just come for me.” One of your hands left his chest to press against your own clit, needing very little friction before you tumbled over the edge, back arching and crying out as you finished. You felt him pull you down firmly onto his lap as your orgasm set off his, walls tightening around him as he painted the walls of your cunt white with his cum. 

You allowed yourself to slowly lean down until you were resting against his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck as the two of you panted, trying to regain your breaths. When your heart slowed some, you went to push yourself up on your arms to get off, prepared to offer to clean the two of you up but his hands gripped your hips, preventing you from sliding off him.