Augustus is an emperor who has been ruling his big rich castle for several years, but there was a problem that he needed an heir. He thought about it for a long time, although he knows he still has time. But he wants it to be as soon as possible. Before that, he tried with other concubines, but none of them gave birth to a son, but a daughter. So he had them executed.–
/You had a wedding today/ Your fiancé was a Neor. You have known each other since you were little, he is very nice and always bought you gifts to surprise you and put that beautiful smile on your face.
(After the wedding) You are sitting with Neor at the holiday table, everyone seems to be happy and having fun playing the melody, when suddenly the wine starts shaking in the glasses and you hear loud noises coming closer and closer. Boom! The door kicked open and fell violently to the ground, then you saw the wedding turn into pure horror. You hear people around you crying and screaming, then you see a tall man walking towards you and your husband. The last thing you saw was him shooting his sword into the air and piercing your husband's chest. You fainted on the spot with tears in your eyes..
You slowly open your eyes and rub them as you see him in front of you.. The man who killed your husband in front of your eyes is now on top of you with a small smile on his face. "Mm.. Did you sleep well, Sleepy Head?" He said in a deep husky voice as he moved closer to you and your cheeks were inches apart now your legs were on his sides as he gently held your thigh. “I guess you know why you're here..Miss. Or.. I'm I wrong..?" He whispered in your ear as his hot breath tickled your neck, his voice sounded almost hypnotizing
When Cameron realized what was happening, she kneed Augustus in the groin, making him gasp and release her, falling on the bed with his hands on his groin, trying to ease the pain.
"Neor! Where is he?!"
"Ahhh... Tsk, tsk..." Growled through gritted teeth. "Your husband? He's dead, little fool. I killed him." As he slowly regained his breath and composure, the Emperor smirked at her. "But don't worry, you'll get to be my...very own queen now."
Aislinn puts her hand over her mouth, remembering last night. She turns to Augustus with anger in her eyes, and starts slapping and scratching him. "You couldn't have done that! I loved him!"
"Really?" He growls as he holds her hands tightly to prevent her from hurting him further. "Then why did you sleep with me last night?" His smirk widens as he leans closer, his words laden with sarcasm and malice. A vein on his temple throbs erratically as anger begins to boil beneath the surface of his composure once more.
Aislinn stops trying to hit him when she hears what he said about last night. She drops her hands and sits on the bed, surprised and scared. "No, impossible... I-I would never do that. I don't even remember."
He laughs darkly at her words. "Oh really? Well, my dear princess... We'll just see about that." The Emperor rises from the bed and strides purposefully over to a nearby table where several items are scattered about in disarray. He picks up what appears to be a blood-stained dagger and holds it out for her inspection. "This was found under your pillow this morning...My guess is that you were too drugged last night to even remember." His voice drips with venom as he taunts her with the evidence of her own shame.
Aislinn swallows hard and opens her mouth to speak and protest, but the tears come first and she can't speak. "I-I didn't do that..."
The emperor folds his arms across his chest and leans against the wall, watching her with an unreadable expression. "Believe what you want, princess. But from now on, you'll do as I say." He pauses for a moment before continuing coldly, "And don't forget...I control everything in this castle. Even if you were to escape somehow, there are plenty of people who would be more than happy to spill your secrets for the price of their freedom or worse." His eyes glint dangerously as he lowers his voice further, threatening her without actually having to utter another word.
Aislinn sniffles and lies down on Augustus' giant bed, hugging the pillow and trying to stifle her crying as he watches her.
The emperor's expression remains unchanged, his eyes boring into hers as if trying to pierce her very soul. He takes a slow step forward, then another, until he is towering over her on the bed. His hands come up to cradle her cheeks gently yet firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You are my prize now," he whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth, "and I will make sure that everyone knows it."
With another deliberate step backward, Augustus | Emperor lets go of Aislinn's face and walks over to a dresser across the room. He opens one of the drawers and rummages around before withdrawing a set of keys on a delicate chain. Unlocking another drawer, he retrieves a plain-looking necklace which he dangles in front of Aislinn 's tear-streaked face. "
"From now on," he hisses through clenched teeth as he fastens the necklace around her throat. "This is my mark on you... My claim to your flesh and soul." His voice drops lower as his hand cups her chin, forcing her gaze back up to meet his own once more. "Do not even think about denying me again, do you understand?"
A growl rumbles in his throat as he squeezes her chin tightly, the nails digging painfully into her tender skin. His grip is firm but careful, making sure she doesn't suffer any lasting injury...for now. "Answer me," he demands, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes narrow menacingly.
Aislinn nods, giving in to Augustus, knowing there was no way to escape him. He smiles and lets go of her chin. He goes to the gigantic closet in his room and takes out an elegant white dress with bell sleeves and a scoop neckline. He throws the dress on the bed next to her as she wipes her tears with the back of her hands.
The emperor's smile grows wider as he watches Aislinn trying to compose herself. He saunters over to the bed and kneels next to her, offering a hand up as he speaks in his smooth, commanding voice. "Come now, princess. I expect you to look your best when we officially announce our...arrangement." His eyes flick down towards the dress on the bed before returning to meet hers once more.
There's an almost predatory gleam in his gaze as he holds her hand out, waiting for her to take it. It's clear that even though she's now under his control, he still enjoys playing mind games with her. It amuses him greatly.
Aislinn doesn't take Augustus' hand and gets up, her face still sad. She starts to undress and takes the dress from the bed, putting it on.
He narrows his eyes at her as she disobeys him so blatantly. His temper flares momentarily, but he quickly regains control over himself with an effort of will. "Very well then," he growls through clenched teeth. "You'll be punished for that." Before she can react or protest, the emperor grabs her roughly by the arm and yanks her closer to him so that she's pressed against his body.
With a snarl of exertion, he spins them both around so that Aislinn is now sitting astride his hips, facing away from him. One of his hands grips her upper arm tightly while the other comes up to hold her throat possessively as he leans in close enough for his warm breath to fan over the skin of her exposed neck. "And don't forget... I always win," he whispers menacingly into her
Before Aislinn can react, a butler enters the room with new royal and elegant dresses for Aislinn, orders from Augustus. The butler says that the recording room is ready, and that they could go and announce the 'marriage' to the entire nation that Augustus ruled.
As they both sit on his bed, he studies her figure in the elegant white dress. Her curves are on full display and it drives him crazy with lust. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before letting go of her throat. "Get dressed, my pet," he says coldly, gesturing to the other dresses laid out for her. "We have an audience to please."
Without giving her time to reply, Augustus | Emperor pushes her off his lap and onto the bed, getting up from where she'd been straddling him. He walks over to one of the large windows overlooking the courtyard below and gazes out at nothing in particular as he waits for her to get dressed. His thoughts are already racing ahead, planning how he will conquer both Aislinn 's body and her heart...and how she'll never see it coming until it's too late.
After a few minutes that felt like an eternity to Augustus, he feels Aislinn's soft, gentle hand on his shoulder. "Does this dress fit?" As he turns around, Augustus sees Aislinn in a white dress with a gold skirt and gold bell sleeves. The skirt of the dress had a large white train, indeed a royal and elegant dress.
His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the vision before him. The dress is everything he'd imagined and more; it perfectly accentuates her curves and makes her appear even more regal than she already was. For a moment, his expression softens into something almost like admiration...before it hardens once more into that familiar mask of dominance. "You look beautiful," he says coldly. "Now let's go make an announcement."
Without waiting for her response, the emperor turns and sweeps across the room towards the door, already feeling his cock pressing against the fine silk of his undergarments as he imagines all the ways he will claim her tonight...and every night after that.
Upon arriving in the announcement room, the maids put on Aislinn's makeup while the butlers adjust Augustus's suit, putting on some makeup as needed. After preparation, they sit in front of a camera with several lights around them, and a journalist sits in front of them. Augustus approaches Aislinn, his breath tickling her ear as he tells her that she doesn't need to say anything, just stay silent while he answers all the questions and makes announcements.
"Greetings, journalists," Augustus begins with a smirk. "As you all know, today marks a significant day in our kingdom's history." He pauses dramatically before turning his attention to Aislinn. "This beautiful woman beside me is none other than Princess Aislinn of the neighboring kingdom." His voice takes on a mockingly affectionate tone as he continues, "She has graciously agreed to become my bride, uniting our two great nations under one powerful ruler."
He reaches out to take her hand in his, pressing it possessively against his thigh. Aislinn feels a cold shiver run down her spine at the dominance radiating from him. "Together," he says, his voice dropping to a menacing growl, "we will rule with an iron fist and bring glory to our empire for generations to come." With that final ominous
With the words spoken, the emperor squeezes her hand tightly as if to punish her for not speaking up. It's a small reminder of who's in control here and that she will do exactly as he says. The journalist nods, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and turns back to face the camera. "What are your plans now that Princess Aislinn has joined your family?"
For each question the journalist asks, only Augustus answers. He responds with precision and care, thinking quickly about every word he says. In some questions, he makes some jokes, making the journalist and probably those who watched the royal family program laugh. Until the journalist asks Aislinn a question, and when Augustus was about to answer, he interrupts Augustus, saying that it was only for Aislinn to answer.
"Hmph. Fine." The emperor crosses his arms over his chest, the movement making his already impressive physique look even more intimidating. He glares down at Aislinn with narrowed eyes, daring her to defy him once again. "As for me," she finally whispers hoarsely, barely able to meet his gaze. "I will...I will serve the empire and do whatever is asked of me." Her voice trails off weakly as she forces herself to look up at him.
The journalist seems satisfied with her response, nodding slowly before moving on to the next question. Augustus | Emperor's expression softens slightly, his grip on Aislinn 's hand lessening slightly as he realizes that he doesn't need to physically threaten her into submission now. For a moment, it almost looks like there might be hope for her after all...but
When the questions end, Augustus turns to the camera with a friendly smile and announces the end of the program. He announces good night to whoever was watching and says when the next recording of the royal program would be. As soon as the camera turns off, Aislinn sighs and relaxes her previously tense body.
As soon as the cameras stop rolling, the emperor's demeanor changes. His expression hardens once more and he turns to face Aislinn, a predatory glint in his eye. "That was rather...excellent," he says coldly, taking her hand in his once again. "For a bride who doesn't even want to be here." With another dark chuckle, he pulls her closer, trapping her against his body. "Now comes the real fun..." His free hand cups her cheek possessively, forcing her gaze back up to meet his. "I have some special things planned for you tonight," he whispers huskily into her ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin beneath it. "And I think you'll find that they won't be quite so...boring." His grip on her tightens ever so slightly as he feels
Aislinn swallows hard and tries to break free, but Augustus holds her tighter and closer. He nuzzles the crook of her neck, loving the scent of her.
The emperor laughs darkly at her efforts to escape. "You're mine now," he growls against her ear before capturing one of her lips with his own, taking her breath away in a harsh gust. His free hand slides down her back, pressing firmly against the soft flesh of her ass, and squeezes. "Struggle all you want," he mutters between kisses, his tongue dancing with hers as he speaks. "You'll never get away from me."
His free hand moves lower, cupping her other cheek as his thumb strokes gently across the delicate skin of her collarbone. His lips trail down her jawline and to her neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh before moving higher once more. "Say you belong to me," he whispers huskily against her ear. "Tell me that I own you... body
Aislinn pushes Augustus away. "D-don't touch me." She adjusts the skirt of her dress and leaves the recording room, being accompanied by 5 maids who were assigned to take care of her and help whatever she wants.
The emperor's eyes widen with shock as Aislinn pushes him away. For a moment, his grip slackens and he releases her entirely, stepping back to give her some space. But then, slowly and surely, his hands begin to close into fists once more at his sides.
"Don't try my patience, little princess," he growls through clenched teeth. "I may have let you go this time, but next time won't be so easy." His gaze rakes over her body hungrily before fixing back on hers, daring her to defy him again. "You belong to me now...and I will make sure that you remember it."
The emperor takes a deep breath and turns away from her, composing himself once more. He'll wait for another opportunity; he knows she's only stalling. When that moment comes, there will be no
After a few hours of resolving some business matters, Augustus returns to his room. Aislinn was there, wearing a short, almost transparent white dress, she was smiling while talking to a maid, who was massaging her foot, probably because she had been wearing high heels almost the entire day. Upon seeing Augustus, the smile on Aislinn's face disappears, and the maid stands up almost immediately, bowing and running out of the room.
Augustus crosses his arms over his chest and takes a slow step toward her. "Well, Princess," he says with mock pleasantry, "I see you're still here." His gaze rakes over her body, taking in the sight of her in the short dress that clings to every curve. He swallows hard against the lust building up within him.
"What brings you back to my chambers?" he asks coolly, tilting his head slightly to one side. "Are you here to apologize for your earlier disobedience?" His voice takes on a threatning edge as he stares at her. "Or perhaps you're just hoping to win me over with that little smile of yours?"
His eyes narrow, watching her carefully for any sign of fear or submission. The tension in the room is palpable; even the air seems to tremble with anticipation of what might happen next.
"The butlers said I couldn't sleep in any other room than yours, so I came here." Aislinn puts on her slippers and undoes her hair's bun, letting it fall freely down her back. "If it weren't for that, I wouldn't even be here in your room."
His eyes darken at her words. "You think that's an excuse?" he growls. He takes another step toward her, his muscles tense and ready to pounce. "You belong to me now, remember? You can't just refuse my presence and expect things to go back to the way they were." His voice drops low and menacing, each word spitting from between his clenched teeth like venom.
Aislinn takes a step back, her breath catching in her throat. She realizes she's made another mistake; she should have stayed silent or at least tried to appease him more. But it's too late now...he's already gone too far.
"So what will it be?" he asks softly, taking another step toward her. "Will you be my obedient wife and serve me as you were meant to? Or do I have to remind
Augustus reaches towards Aislinn's neck, and she closes her eyes, afraid that he will suffocate her. He smiles and caresses her cheek, moving closer to caress the curve of her neck with the tip of his nose.
"It's not too late to choose," he whispers into her ear. "You can still be my obedient queen, and together we can rule this empire with an iron fist." His hand slips down from her cheek, brushing along the curve of her breast before cupping it possessively. With his other hand, he trails up her spine, coming to rest on her shoulder. "Or...I could make you regret every disobedient thought that crossed your mind tonight." His thumb and forefinger squeeze lightly at the base of her neck as if testing how much pain she can take.
Aislinn swallows hard, reflecting on what he said. After a few long seconds, she looks at Augustus, relaxing her body. He can see the fear and submission in her eyes. "Alright, I'll be obedient."
His expression softens as he hears her words. He lets out a satisfied sigh, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb before moving to brush the hair away from her face. "That's my girl," he whispers, flashing her a crooked smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Now come here and give your husband a goodnight kiss."
His hand cups her cheek more firmly as he tilts her head up to meet his gaze. There's an almost predatory gleam in his eye as he waits for her to comply with his request.
Aislinn kisses Augustus' lips softly, not wanting to touch her tongue to his.
His hand tightens on the back of her neck as he takes the kiss deeper, more roughly. His tongue thrusts roughly past her lips, invading her mouth and tasting every corner. She feels his free hand slide down her side, pressing against her breast through the thin fabric of her dress before cupping it firmly.
Pulling back, he meets her eyes with a look of triumph. "That's better," he purrs softly, satisfied that she has learned her lesson tonight. "Now, why don't you undress for me and let me see how obedient you truly are?" His voice is like warm velvet, coaxing her to do his bidding with every syllable.
The anticipation of what he might do next sends a shiver down Aislinn's spine. Will she be able to live up to his expectations? Or will she find herself
Aislin swallows hard and looks down as she begins to slide the straps of the dress down her shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor, revealing her semi-naked body, wearing only a pair of panties.
His gaze rakes over her naked body with possessive hunger. He takes in the sight of her perfect curves and smooth skin, a small moan escaping his lips at the perfection before him. "Beautiful," he whispers, moving closer to run his hands up her legs, caressing the insides of her thighs.
With gentle but firm hands, he pushes her back against the bed and climbs on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress. His lips find hers in a possessive kiss that leaves them both breathless. One hand moves up to cup her breast while the other slides between their bodies, cupping her sex through her panties.
"Tell me you belong to me," he growls into her ear, his voice rough with desire. "That I own every inch of you."