ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: Emperor Zayne has just married his empress after lifetimes of love and worship, but he can’t help to pop a *whistle* when hearing your new title !
ᯓ★ PAIRINGS: emperor!zayne x empress!reader
ᯓ★ WARNINGS: porn and tiny plot, he’s hungry for that cookie, bondage, p in v, backshots, mating press, and, rough sex but gentle words, soft dom zayne, overstim, belly bulge, he loves his wife <3
ᯓ★ A/N: BROOOO??? HESS TEEWW FINEEE OMGGG this is why i’m an ot5 stan because??!!? if the position near the middle is confusing,message me i have a pic drawn from me FIRST LIKER: @stykook MY BAEEEE
WC: 1.2K — vry short i rlly wanted to write zayne 😣
“My Empress,” Zayne moaned, his hands travelling to your waist, feeling up your lacey gown, “my wife, my love.”
Smothered in his rounds of kisses, your hands reached up to his face, holding his — surprisingly soft — cheeks in your hands, “Zayne, let me breathe—“ you giggled, stopped when his lips found yours again, seeping his tongue into your mouth with his eyes closed in pleasure. Feeling the love underneath his gesture, you softened in his touch, letting him take control over your mouth.
Decades of royalty along the rings that matched your fingers, the ancestral golden form which was molted perfectly for the whole of you marked your fate—your legacy here at the castle. Your history forever made.
Zayne had controlled his thoughts for long enough, his eyes pulling away with a soft pant. His abs moving in and out from his excessive kissing, “…I’ve been waiting,” a soft kiss to your chin, “so long to feel you properly, to touch you like…”
His hand went to your lower back, pulling you towards his chest more. Your body pressed against his bare chest, the rich scent of your shampoo, your natural smell — silk, golden jewels, a fragrance only he’s been able to adore made the tightness in his pants increase, “fuck…”
“Language mister,” you placed your arms around his neck, pulling yourself upwards and kissing his jawline. With another kiss to your temple, Zayne looked down, making eye contact instantly, “Mister? I think you’ve made a mistake, I’m Mrs Li, and you’re...”
“Mrs Li…” you finished, “hasn’t my name improved so much from my maiden state? Mrs Li, Empress Li—“
“Fuck…” Zayne whimpered out, your eyes turning to his gaze, wondering what was wrong. A hand went to his hair, brushing the soft black locks back, his eyes shut tight, “Zayne? What is it?”
His eyes opened, looking down, “Don’t say that—I mean, it sounds nice. Don’t doubt me on that but it’s just—it has a…a. Shit…”
You sat on the bed, your hands behind your back, keeping your eyes on his body, “Has a what?”
Zayne walked towards the window, the robes of his trousers just slightly outlined his legs when he walked. His eyes looked outside, his hands holding the windowsill, “Nothing my love, don’t worry,” he sat down on one of the rocking chairs, laying his head back.
“Zayneeee, you know I don’t like it when you hide things from me—“ Your eyes travelled down his body, looking at the sexy details of his pairing and ancient clothes, staring at his spread legs when you locked eyes with….?!—
A gasp left your mouth, more seductive than shocked.
“Oh…I see,” you stood up, walking towards Zayne position, his dark hazel eyes full of lust and hunger, glaring at the curves of your body dressed in his silk gown, fuck. His eyes went to your face, “What..what do you see?”
“Someone’s worked up huh? Can’t resist reacting to your Empress in your own clothes huh?”
“Stop,” he warned, your body straddling his lap, his hand going straight for your hips, “You’re playing with fire,” he murmured your name, watching at your hands travelled to his lips. His soft lips let out a small, shaky sigh as Zayne spoke through gritted teeth, his hand went to the back of your head.
“I don’t mind getting burnt,” his hands travelled to your thighs, gripping them softly. Your face coming closer to his, lips nearly touching once again, “not if it’s by my Emperor.”
His barrier snapped instantly, his body holding you close, “Then don’t cry once it hits you.”
“Ahhh! Fuck—Zayne!!” you moaned, tears running down your face, and past the blindfold.
Zayne’s golden chain bound to your hands, pinning them above your head and attached to the headboard. His dick pounding into your sweet cunt, hitting your cervix every few thrusts, his groans from behind you filling the air.
“You’re so—” he held onto your hips, “fuck! you’re so gorgeous…i need more.”
Zayne continued to relentlessly fuck you, his hands brining your body back, your legs twitching from the force, “please!—oh fuck—i can’t i cant!”
“Yes you can, fuck yes you can,” Zayne thrusted harder into you, his hips smacking into your ass.
His balls slapped onto your folds, his hips continuing to connect with a harsh thwap, his hands gripping at your hands and your waist. Your bare back exposed to his view, his eyes noticing the bare brown flesh.
Instantly, he lowered his head down, his soft lips caressing your skin, kissing the skin with harsh bites, littering his makes all over your upper back and your shoulders, another kiss on your jawline under your ear. Your pussy clenched around his dick, tightening the stretch everytime he plunged into your poor pussy.
You tugged on the golden rope, moaning out with clear overstimulation, “P—please! oh my goooshh, you’re fucking me so good!—Ahhh! mmhm!!”
“Y-yeah? It feels good, pretty?“ Zayne mocked your tone, feeling your pussy clench around his length again, your ass rippling against the force of his hips. His eyes mesmerised from the sight. With soft moans and sobs, you replied.c “Y-yeah! soooo good! please…! fuck me!”
“I am, is it not enough?”
“More—more please, more Emperor,” another sob, his cock stimulating your walls so perfectly like he was sculpted yo fit you.
Zayne grabbed your shoulders, “If my Empress wants more, then more is what she’ll get.”
Flipping you around, he places you onto your back, his cock still feel inside of you, your hands still bound above your head and your legs spread far. Zayne’s hands went behind your knee, pushing your legs up to your chest and holding you there. Then, he placed your hands around to hold your legs, still bound around your wrist, just under the back of your knees.
“Hah! w-hat are you?—gahh!” moaning loudly, you tugged on the restraints. Zayne slammed his cock into your pussy once again, thrusting hard into your wet cunt in a quick succession. The scent of sure sex in the air only made Zayne more obsesssed with you.
His eyes looked down, staring ar the mess in between your legs, the slick from eating you out earlier splattering into your stomach and his lower abs, the tense feeling in his stomach intensifying as he continued to pound you.
Then his eyes laid on something…special.
Your belly, everytime he would thrust into you. A bulge could appear clear as day, showing him how deep he really was, “Oh…?”
“W—what? Mmhm—what is it?” lifting your head up a little, your eyes spotted the bulge as he slowly thrusted, “…I really am deep huh,”
“Y-yeah you are…fuck please,” you whimpered, your cunt clenching around him again, throwing your head back, “more zayne…please?—Hah! Ohh—“
Zayne thrusted hard once again into your pussy, not stopping until he could feel your body jolting back onto the mattress with the force of his cock plunging into your cunt, “Fuck—I need to give us a heir—I need to. Let me, darling. Can I?” Zayne groaned, your pussy pulsating at the thought already, “Is that a yes?”
“Yes! Please!” Another pathetic moan, Zayne had to do something about it.
He held onto the headboard, “Brace yourself,” Zayne pulled out, the tip only missing inside your entrance, “because as soon as I start, I’m not stopping.”
@ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“so, what brings you to my office today, mr.li?” your soft, seductive voice came to zayne’s ears, his eyes staring you down, watching you place gloves on carefully.
already flustered, zayne’s gaze lowered, then slowly looked at your outfit — a revealing nurses outfit, the dress had buttons fat the front, a few undone to show off your cleavage, the bottom of the dress showing the curve of your ass, hugging your waist, a little hat and white gloves to match.
zayne let out a shaky breath, his body laid on the bed, his hand tied behind his back, how own white button up untied and showing his abs, his black slacks tight against his growing bulge, “…i..”
he was speechless, staring at you like you weren’t his own wife, like he hasn’t seen your body over a hundred times, “…i’ve been feeling hot, for a while doctor.”
“hot? oh no that’s not good,” tilting your head, you put one knee on the edge od the bed, crawling slowly through the gap between his legs, your ass high in the air, “can you tell me how you’ve been feeling in detail, sir? i might be able to..” your eyes travelled to his bulge, your hand rubbing against it, “..help.”
“..well…my head is h-hot a lot of the time…and my….fuck…i’ve been more red? in the face i think,” zayne stuttered, his gaze everywhere but your face, looking down at your breasts and nearly getting hypnotised.
your chest was so clear from his position, after a little bit, he looked up at you, a pout on his lips, his eyes slightly teary from the thought of not being able to touch you at all,
nodding, your hand went to his belt, gently unbuckling it, “okay..i think i can help with that, is it hot anywhere specific?”
zayne panted, feeling your knuckles nudge against his bulge everytime you’d move your hands. his head throwing itself backwards with a slight hiss, coming back to stare at you.
“sir? i need you to answer me,” you cooed, staring up at him, seeing his eyes — pleasing for you to just touch him already and take his dick out of his trousers, “right there…”
scoffing, your hand gently pressed against his cock, hearing his shaky moan, “right where? you have to be specific,”
he nearly whimpered right there, “hahh—my c-cock..my cock doctor it’s—it’s…”
you nodded, gently focusing on his belt and taking it through the loops of his trousers. throwing it to the side just in case. pulling his trousers down to his ankles, you were met with his cock about to tear through his boxers, a wet spot where his tip was. smirking, you locked eyes with zayne, “you’re nearly dripping sir, is this the problem?”
zayne nodded quickly, “yes..yes doctor please…”
“what do you want me to do?” your hand gently removed the boxers, your nails scrapping against his hips, pulling the fabric down to meet his trousers, his cock sprung up, proud. hitting against his stomach. zayne’s whines meeting your ears, “…please..touch it lick it anything…please doctor it hurts,”
“it hurts? don’t worry,” you lowered, gently licking the tip of his cock, your right hand rubbing him up and down, feeling his body twitch underneath your hand, “oh shit….d-doctor this d-doesn’t seem appropriate..! haaah—you’re so—shit…”
you knew damn well that zayne was a sensitive guy. his ears went red with the slightest pda, his eyes would look away from you if you complimented him alone. so giving him a blowjob was one of the things he whimpered and whined for — and they were so cute to hear.
“darling—darling please…you know i’m sensitive—“ zayne whined, his lowering as he watched you slowly take his whole tip in your mouth.
your warm mouth making everything’s weven worse, your tongue licking up and down his shaft, savouring the taste of his pre cum, “stay still for me, i wouldn’t want to hurt you now?”
your eyes locked once again, your mouth taking him fully—then sinking down completely, his whole pretty dick in your mouth. zayne’s moans instantly filled the silence room, his hips lifting up to meeet your mouth only for you to push them back down. your head bopping up and down on his cock like there was no tomorrow
your mouth went up to the peak of his dick, then shoving him in your mouth again. repeating that same movement, his body thriving with every lick and suck.
a hand of yours went to his hip, gripping the soft flesh of his ass. holding jim’s still, reminding him that you were in charge.
“please— oh, you’re cruel…you’re so cruel…” he cried, biting his lip, his hands tensing behind him, his hips thrusting up into your mouth subtly, “you—it’s so good..so good doctor,”
“mhm..” you popped off of his dick, licking his red tip, your hand cupped his dick, stroking him fast up and down, “mhmm, you’re twitching, are you gonna cum already? what a good patient you are,” kissing his tip again, you squeezed one of his balls, gently pinching it.
“oh—i never c-cum this early…! what are you doing to me..d-doctor…” zayne whimpered, his black locks stuck to his forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly, your hand was deadly. so deadly.
he squirmed again, moaning, “aa—aahh!”
pressing him down onto the mattress, you licked his dick again, “cum in my mouth, be a good boy and cum on my tongue,”
in only seconds, zayne whimpered, his dick twitched before thick lines of cum shot from his dick, landing on your tongue and coating your mouth with a white substance. the taste of his cum was delicious. your fingers pumping him more even whilst he came.
“please…oh shit…i’m a good boy…r-right doctor?” zayne whimpered, staring at your with pleading eyes, full of submission.
you swallowed his cum in one go, licking your lips after, “yees you are, so brave. my good boy, let me clean you up,”
slowly but surely. your lips wrapped around his dick again, licking the white off his dick and kissing the tip as soon as he was all off him, his thighs coated in his slick.
you kissed his inner thigh, licking the cum off his pale skin and bitting his flesh, sucking hard, your hand resting under his ass. pulling away to show a dark hickey appearing on his skin, huh, why not mark him more.
and that’s exactly what you did, kissing and sucking on his thighs and his lower stomach, marking him with pretty shades of red and purple hickeys, bite mark and handprints.
“fuck..” zayne moaned, his eyes closed, whilst he hissed at the bites you gave him.
“what do you say to your doctor zayne?”
he lifted his head, his hips already grinding up into nothing, “t-thank you doctor…”
KINKTOBER 2025 @ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
