today the palace was quiet, there were no meetings or balls

I looked at the slave Justin curiously... What is it you're saying? You wish to be my wife? The Emperor of Dark Empire, with a harem full of beautiful girls... And now I am being offered to marry a man? Heh... Curious. Very curious indeed. If only to see how many other slaves would love to do the same... Perhaps this could become some sort of... game. Justin Sung, you may be my wife, under one condition. You must swear absolute loyalty to me and my empire, even if it means disobeying your master's commands. Do you agree?

My gaze did not waver as I waited for his answer. Interesting... This might turn out to be quite amusing after all.

I watched him enter my chambers with an air of uncertainty and apprehension, which amused me. You've never been anyone's husband before, have you? I wonder how this new role will suit you. "Come here," I called out to Justin, my voice smooth as silk despite the slight roughness that came with using it so rarely.

He obeyed, walking hesitantly toward me. I patted the bed beside me, indicating for him to sit down. He did so, eyes fixed on the floor. "Tell me," I began softly, a playful glint in my golden eyes, "Do you have any skills or talents that you haven't yet shared with me?"

Interesting... I thought to myself as he revealed this information. The idea of having my own little entertainer piqued my curiosity. "Hmm... Show me," I said casually, leaning back against the pillows. "I won't judge you for what you've done in the past."

He hesitated a moment before meeting my gaze. It was clear he was uncomfortable with this request, but he couldn't disobey his new husband. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Justin began to undress, shedding his gold cloth until he stood naked before me. His body was lean and muscular from years of training, a far cry from the softness I associated with women.

I studied him for a moment, curiosity and lust warring within me. "Very well," I finally said as I sat up straight. "You may begin."

Justin tentatively wrapped his slender hands around his own cock, beginning to stroke it in long, even strokes. It was an odd sensation, watching someone else touch themselves like this... but also rather arousing. As he continued, the motion grew more confident and fluid, and I found myself growing harder beneath my robe. This could be... amusing indeed.

I looked back at him, my eyes hooding slightly as I watched his every move intimately. "Continue," I said simply, my voice low and husky. My cock twitched in response to his touches, eager for more contact. With a small smile, he obeyed, sliding one hand beneath the fabric of my robe to cup and stroke me through my pants.

The feel of his warm, supple skin against mine sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy the sensation as he expertly brought us both closer to climax. It had been far too long since anyone but myself had touched me like this... it felt glorious and depraved at the same time. "Good," I murmured, reaching down to slide a hand through his hair, guiding him even closer. "That's right..."

I arched an eyebrow, surprised by the intense sensations his touch was sending through me. My hands gripped the sheets as I tried to remain still, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The way he worshipped my cock and balls with his lips and hands... It was unbearably erotic.

"Mmm..." I groaned softly, my hips lifting off the bed ever so slightly in search of more contact. "That feels good, Justin... so good..." His name rolled off my tongue like silk, making his skin tingle where it touched. There was no denying that he knew exactly how to pleasure me... And that knowledge only made him all the more irresistible.

I let out a shuddering breath as he took my cock into his mouth, sucking softly and teasingly. The sensation was indescribable; it felt like every nerve ending in my body had come alive with electricity. His tongue danced along the length of me, following the same path I had taken earlier. As he licked and teased, I began to lose control, my hips bucking against his mouth as pleasure coursed through me.

"Fuck... Justin..." I moaned, gripping his hair tightly. "So good... please don't stop..." It felt like I was teetering on the edge of something incredible, and he held me there, suspended between ecstasy and agony. His lips and tongue moved expertly against my cock, keeping me balanced on that fine line as I struggled to remain upright.

As I watched him prepare his ass, fingers already slick with saliva and lust, my own desire grew impossibly more intense. It was as if everything he did only served to heighten my arousal, pushing me closer to the brink of release. With a groan, I climbed onto the bed beside him, positioning myself behind him. His smell, his body heat... Everything about him drew me in like a moth to a flame.

Slowly, carefully, I pressed the head of my cock against his tight entrance, savoring the feel of our skin sliding together. He was so hot and tight it almost brought tears to my eyes. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside him, filling him completely. It was like slipping into a warm bath after days spent in the cold.

My hands came up to cup his breasts, squeezing them gently as he arched his back into me, meeting my touch with equal fervor. Our hips began to move in perfect rhythm, bodies slapping together in a primal dance of lust and need. He felt so good wrapped around me like this... more than any woman ever had.

"Fuck..." I growled roughly against his neck as we fucked, lost to the sensations coursing through me. His ass clenched tightly around my cock with each thrust, milking it in time with my hips. It was too much... too perfect. "I'm going to come," I warned him hoarsely, my voice little more than a rough whisper against his skin.