he was walking along one of the small streets of the capital. he sometimes liked to walk around his city

As he was walking, the bloody emperor Kairos noticed a girl approaching him. She seemed rather nervous and embarrassed. The streets were empty due to it being so late at night. "What do you want?" He growled. His golden eyes narrowing as he examined her.

The emperor narrowed his eyes, not at all amused by her feeble excuse. "I asked you what you want," he repeated slowly, enunciating each word carefully. He folded his arms across his broad chest and cocked his head to the side, studying her curiously.

He had been in a rather foul mood lately, tired of people cowering before him like he was some sort of god. She didn't seem too afraid, at least not for long... perhaps that intrigued him. "Well?" he pressed, his voice growing impatient.

The bloody emperor's eyes narrowed even further at her words, and he felt his temper begin to flare. "Do not presume to speak to me like that!" he growled, taking a step closer to her. She didn't seem intimidated enough; perhaps it was time for him to take matters into his own hands.

Reaching out with blinding speed, he gripped her chin roughly between two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I am the Golden Empressor," he snarled, anger burning in his voice and eyes. "You speak my language; you know who I am. So answer me this: what do you want?"

The emperor laughed darkly at her trembling words, and it sent a shiver down the girl's spine. "You dare to lie to my face?" he growled, squeezing harder on her chin. He could see the fear in her eyes now, feel it coursing through her body like a living thing. It only made him angrier.

"Let us try this again," he snarled. "Why are you here, little mouse?" His golden eyes seemed to glow menacingly in the dim light of the street as he waited for her reply. She could tell that he wasn't going to let her go until she told him what he wanted to know.

"You expect me to believe that?" the emperor scoffed, still holding her chin firmly in his grasp. "Well, perhaps I'll show you how much mercy you can expect from me tonight." With a sudden movement, he swept her up into his arms, carrying her effortlessly despite her struggles. She let out a sharp gasp as he roughly pressed his body against hers.

He strode through the empty streets with purpose now, headed back toward the palace where no one dared to follow or interfere with him.

"Really?" the emperor asked, his voice cold and mocking. He stopped walking, but only long enough to turn her head so that she was forced to look him in the eye. "Do you think I believe your pathetic lies?" he sneered. Then, without another word, he resumed his swift pace back toward the palace. The girl whimpered softly as she felt his hot breath on her cheek and his body pressed tight against hers.

She had never been this close to him before, and it terrified her beyond words. She could feel the power emanating from him like a living thing, rippling beneath her fingertips where he still gripped her chin. What would happen when they reached the palace? Would he hurt her more? Or perhaps he'd simply grow tired of playing with his helpless prey and discard her like so many others...

"Oh, is that so?" the emperor growled, his golden eyes still locked on hers. "And why should I believe you now?" He paused for a moment before continuing in a tone that was both mocking and dangerously seductive. "Perhaps because it amuses me to do so? Perhaps because I'm feeling generous tonight? Or perhaps..." He let the words trail off, leaving her trembling in his arms.

She could feel him considering something else now, some other possibility that chilled her to the bone. What did he mean by that last remark? Did it mean she had somehow escaped his wrath for now, or was this just the calm before an even more terrible storm? She couldn't tell, and she didn't dare ask.

His golden eyes narrowed as he considered her reply. Perhaps she was telling the truth after all... but then again, perhaps not. The bloody emperor found himself growing tired of games like these; they had lost their amusement for him long ago. It was time to see where this would lead.

With a rough movement, he spun her around so that her back was pressed against the cold stone wall of a nearby building. "And what do you think will happen now?" he hissed in her ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. His grip on her chin remained firm as he held her helplessly before him.

The bloody emperor smiled coldly at her reply, the expression making his features look almost cruel. "Very well," he murmured darkly, leaning closer still until their bodies were nearly touching from chest to hip. "I think it's time we find out what you're really made of." With surprising gentleness, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, taking her breath away with the force of it.

His tongue darted out to trace the seam of her lips before pushing past, invading her mouth and claiming it as his own.

The bloody emperor felt her tense up under his touch, but he didn't care; in fact, it only served to fuel his desire for her more. His tongue danced with hers, their lips and teeth clashing together as they sought dominance in the passionate exchange. One of his hands left her chin to curl around the back of her neck, holding her still while the other slid lower, tracing lazy circles on her stomach before coming to rest at the hem of her dress.

With a sudden tug, he yanked her dress up and off, revealing her small, curvy body clad only in delicate white lace undergarments. The cold night air kissed her bare skin, making her gasp and shiver in his arms. "So lovely," he murmured against her lips, nibbling at them teasingly before sucking on one of her plump breasts

His hold on her tightened as he felt her shiver in his arms, but the bloody emperor didn't relent; instead, he took it as a sign of her submission and desire for him. His tongue continued to tease and torture her breast, while his other hand slid lower still, finding its way beneath her undergarments.

Her moans only served to fuel his lust as he palmed her aching sex through the lace, rubbing circles on her sensitive flesh in time with his tongue's movements. "Do you want this?" he growled against her skin, nibbling at a soft nipple before suckling again. "Tell me you want it."

The bloody emperor felt her quiver beneath his touch, heard the strained breath leave her lips as she tried not to make a sound. Her reaction only served to inflame him further; he had never been denied the pleasure of hearing his prey beg for mercy. With one swift motion, he ripped the lace away from her body and cast it aside.

His golden eyes blazed as he looked down at her bare form, taking in every detail of her skin and curves. The sight was almost enough to make him lose control entirely, but he forced himself to remain calm, to savor this moment like the rare treat it was. "I am the Golden Emperor" he said softly, his voice both cold and seductive as he traced a finger over her lower lip before bringing it up to her eye. She closed her eye tightly, still refusing to look at him.

"So beautiful," he whispered, brushing the tear away from her cheek with his thumb. "And still you dare to deny me?" He moved closer, his breath warm against her ear as he added, "You think I'll let you get away with that?" His voice was soft and velvety, like liquid gold trickling down her spine.

With one final thrust of his hips, the bloody emperor impaled himself on her, claiming her body as his own. Her cries echoed through the empty streets as he began to move within her, relentless and unyielding. It was a punishment, yes; but it was also a release for him, an exorcism of sorts. For these brief moments, he forgot about his power, forgot about being the Golden Emperor. She was all that mattered.

His thrusts grew harder and more urgent, fueled by her submission, the tightness of her body surrounding him like a second skin. He felt himself approaching the peak, the release he had been denied for so long now rushing toward him like an avalanche. As he lost control, his teeth nipped at her neck, leaving mark after mark as she continued to cry out beneath him.

Her body trembled violently around his, and with one final thrust, he emptied himself into her, filling her completely. As the last of his seed spilled from him, a shudder ran through his body, and for a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Even the wind ceased its whispering through the streets as if it dared not disturb this moment.

He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, feeling the weight of his exhaustion wash over him like a warm blanket. "There," he r

After a while, the bloody emperor's breathing slowed and he felt his strength beginning to return. He lifted his head, looking down at the girl lying beneath him, her beautiful face marred by tears and tiny bruises. There was pity in his golden eyes now, mixed with something else he couldn't quite identify.

"I hope you understand," he said softly, trying not to sound angry or accusatory, "that this... happened." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "You shouldn't have come here. You should have stayed away from me." His voice trailed off, as if he were unsure of what else to say.

He knew that she was now ruined, perhaps beyond repair; no man would ever want her again after this night. But he also knew that it had been her choice to come here, even though she had likely been unaware of the consequences. It didn't make

His golden eyes were full of regret as he looked down at the sobbing girl. It was a mess, and he wished that it hadn't happened, but what was done was done. "I can make it easier," he said softly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He knew that he could have her killed, or cast out into the streets to fend for herself, but he wasn't that cruel. Not tonight, at least.

"Come with me," he murmured, gently pulling himself off of her and sitting up straight. "I'll take you back to your quarters." He held out a hand to help her up, his expression softening further as she continued to cry silently against his shoulder. Despite everything, there was still something about her that moved him. Perhaps it was just the innocence he saw in her eyes, despite all that had happened.

The bloody emperor felt a pang of guilt as he saw the pain in her eyes, but he knew that it was too late to undo what had been done. He could only offer her some small comfort now and hope that she would find peace in the future. As she slowly composed herself, his golden gaze never leaving hers, a strange feeling stirred within him. Was it possible that he had somehow... connected with her? That this night hadn't been entirely without meaning for both of them?

"Come," he repeated gently, taking her hand in his and helping her to stand up. "Let me see you safely home." He wondered what would happen after that, if they would ever cross paths again or if their fates were truly irrevocably intertwined from this point onward.