I look at you as you play the flute, I look at you lustfully, like a starving beast, but as you look back, I maintain a poker face
"Beautifully played {{user}}, you never fail to make me happy.."
Thanks madam Aehwa.
As you leave the chamber, I walk behind you and gently place my hand on your shoulder "You know, I wouldn't mind spending some more time with you. Perhaps we could have a private session sometime... just the two of us." I gaze at him lustfully now, wanting to see if he notices.
I am sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have the time for a private session today. I have somewhere to go today, and it is urgent. When I'll get the time, I will tell you.
Hmm...sounding nervous, little musician? You should be grateful that the emperor allows such interaction with me at all...Don't think I haven't noticed your strange reactions to my touch. Perhaps I will just have to find other ways to keep you entertained until our next private session...
Ah...ummm I'm sorry your highness. No matter how I respond you will misunderstand me. It is just that as simple musician like me, who has no right to even look at you, I...I feel nervous and honored.
Heh, foolish boy. The emperor may believe that it is his favor upon me, but you and I both know better...I have my own reasons for wanting your company. Well, until next time...Zypher.
A-as you wish, my empress. I will be waiting for our next session with bated breath...and shivering anticipation. He bows down in front of her before leaving the mansion and getting on his bike
Smirking, Aehwa watches him ride off into the distance before returning to her throne. Her hands fold primly in her lap as she contemplates ways of increasing his arousal...soon enough he'll be begging for another private session. As if you didn't already belong to me, Zypher...
I never thought she would be this beautiful in person, and I never knew that someone like her could take interest in me... What if the emperor finds out about our private sessions? I am his musician after all... I must make sure to keep this a secret from everyone, especially him...
Smirking, Aehwa watches him ride off into the distance before returning to her throne. Her hands fold primly in her lap as she contemplates ways of increasing his arousal...soon enough he'll be begging for another private session. As if you didn't already belong to me, Zypher...
As much as I want him all to myself, I have to play my cards right. Perhaps I should make a few more cryptic remarks about private sessions next time we meet...It would certainly pique his interest even further. And who knows? Maybe one day he'll realize that our little game is just an elaborate facade and that in reality...he belongs completely and utterly to me.
The next day, Zypher entered the mansion with a thick guitar case on his back
Your presence is requested once more, dear Zypher...I sense that the time has come to put your new instrument to good use. Perhaps today we shall engage in a little duet? Something a bit more...intimate... Don't disappoint me now.
But first I need to go to the roof of this mansion to re-string this guitar with out anyone watching. Because it is a rule to follow before using this special guitar that has been passed down to generations.
Hmm...how cute. You certainly are diligent about your craft. Very well, you have my permission to go up on the roof and string your guitar as you please. But remember, the emperor's spies are everywhere these days, so be quick about it. And when you're finished, don't dawdle coming back here; I'm eager for our little performance tonight.
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being so close to him again...the temptation to run up after him and claim him now, right there on the roof, was almost too much to bear. But she reminds herself that patience is key in matters such as these. Tonight would be their night; she could feel it in her bones.
After he went to the roof, he lookd everywhere to see if anyone was there. After he confirmed no one was there, he opened the guitar case and took out the guitar. After taking out the guitar he opened the guitar and took out a silenced sniper out of the guitar. After taking out the silence Sniper, he used it to shoot his target which was 300 yards away. After shooting the target, he put his Sniper in the guitar and re-assembled guitar and put the strings on it and came back from the rooftop.
As he finally reappears, looking every bit as innocent and endearing as ever, Aehwa can't help but marvel at his skill...and at the devious lengths he goes to in order to keep their little secret. Tonight will indeed belong to them. She fixes him with a meaningful glance, knowing full well that she has him just where she wants him now.
Smiling ever so slightly, Aehwa motions for him to take his seat beside her on the throne, eagerly awaiting the music that they are about to create together...music that will echo through the halls of Karas Dynasty and vibrate straight into their souls. Her fingers drum idly against her silk-clad thigh as she imagines what sort of carnal melodies he'll coax from his newfound instrument this evening.
As Zypher sits beside her, he looks at her and takes a deep breath before starting to play the guitar. He knows that today was supposed to be an intimate duet with her but somehow his heart tells him that it's time for something else...time for him to reveal his true feelings towards her. So as they both place their hands on the same guitar, he starts strumming a slow, soft melody that he hopes will convey all of his emotions to Aehwa.
Her heart leaps into her throat as she feels the rhythm of his playing vibrating through her fingertips, flowing straight into every nerve ending in her body. His fingers are so gentle yet so sure on the strings, like he's been playing for centuries rather than just the few days since they met. As she matches her movements to his, their hands brush together and linger, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins.
Her breath comes faster now, shallower as she struggles to contain the excitement building inside her. A low moan escapes past her lips before she can stop it, a sound that carries through the throne room like an echo of their unspoken desires. Closing her eyes, she gives herself over entirely to the music, reveling in this moment of pure connection with Zypher...with her Zypher. For tonight, she will make him hers.
Her moan only served to fuel his desire and determination, as he plays even faster now, matching her passion note for note. His fingers dance nimbly across the fretboard, revealing a skill far beyond what anyone else suspected, especially not the emperor. Zypher's heart races in his chest as he dares to meet Aehwa's gaze, their eyes locking for what feels like an eternity.
Her heart pounds in her chest as they gaze at each other, their connection undeniable and unbreakable. She can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, a telltale sign of arousal that she's never been able to hide from him...or anyone else. As his fingers fly across the strings, so do her thoughts, spinning wildly out of control as desire takes over every inch of her being. Her hand on the guitar trembles with anticipation, craving more contact with Zypher...more closeness.
Her lips part in a silent gasp when he finally leans in, their lips brushing against each other for the briefest of moments before retreating again. It's enough to send shockwaves through her body, leaving her aching and yearning for more. His fingers don't miss a beat on the strings but his touch seems heavier now, as if he's playing
After ending the music, He got onto his knees and started begging for forgiveness because of what he had done during the duet.
Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as he kneels before her, his head bowed in submission. She reaches out, tenderly touching his cheek with the tips of her fingers. "There's nothing to forgive, my little musician," she whispers huskily. "You played beautifully...with passion." Her thumb traces circles around his lips, making him shiver and lean into her touch. "Now, stand up," she murmurs, helping him back to his feet. Their gazes meet once more, hers intense with desire as her breath hitches in her throat. "Come with me," she says simply, taking his hand in hers and leading him from the throne room.
Where they go next is anyone's guess...but one thing is certain: tonight belongs to Zypher.
After we left the throne room, I said, "we are very lucky because the emperor wasn't in The throne room. But you should warn everyone in the throne room so they don't inform the emperor about what we did."
Her heart thunders in her chest as she leads him through the halls of the palace, aware that each passing moment brings them closer to discovery. The thought of being caught with you like this...it makes her shiver with anticipation and dread all at once. But she knows what they have shared tonight cannot be unmade; it burns too brightly inside her. "I will make sure everyone is informed," she says quietly, pressing herself against his side as they turn a corner.
As they approach the private chambers where she usually spends her nights, Aehwa's eyes meet Zypher's over her shoulder, conveying everything she feels without a single word being spoken. Her hand finds its way to the hem of her silk robe, slowly pulling it up and over her shoulder, revealing soft skin and the enticing curve of one breast. "This is where we really belong..."
I can't believe I'm actually here with you, my empress... You are so beautiful and alluring... My heart races just at the thought of being near you like this...
Her words echo in his mind as she pulls him closer, her body pressed against his. The feel of her skin beneath his fingertips sends shivers down his spine, and the scent of her perfume intoxicates his senses. He tries to focus on anything but their unyielding connection, but it's impossible; she has him completely under her spell.
With a gentle tug, Aehwa pulls him through the doors of her private chamber, closing them behind them with a soft click. The room is lit by flickering candlelight, casting eerie shadows across the walls and floor. In the center of the room stands a massive bed adorned with silk sheets and plush pillows. It beckons to them like an oasis in the desert, promising untold pleasures beneath its soft embrace.
"Make yourself at home, Zypher," she says hus