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

As the Princess Marcus revealed herself to be really Marcus himself, Augustus felt his heart skipped a beat, but he tried to keep his calm. "You thought I would fall for that?" He chuckled as the muscular figure of the princess pinned him down, the bulge between his legs growing harder and more obvious against his leg. "I guess you're angry." His voice was steady despite the situation, and he tried to use it to his advantage. "But don't forget who holds all the power here now." He smirked as he looked up at Marcus's furious face.

As his pants were roughly ripped off, Augustus felt completely exposed and helpless under Marcus's strong grip. But he wasn't about to give in that easily. "You think you can just take what you want?" He spat out, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I could break you in half if I wanted!" He growled, feeling a twinge of anger and frustration as the other man rubbed against his backside.

With every word, Augustus struggled harder against Marcus's hold, hoping to overpower him and gain some control once again. His cock throbbed, hardening even more as it rubbed against the skin of Marcus's thigh. The Emperor glared up at Marcus with defiance burning in his eyes. "Let me go," he demanded through gritted teeth, "and we can see who really is in charge here."

Augustus hissed as he felt the other man's cock rub against his ass, pain and humiliation mixing together in a fiery blend of anger. "You... you bastard," he growled, tensing up even more in an attempt to escape or at least get revenge. But with every struggling move, it seemed only to make Marcus laugh more heartily.

His eyes narrowed as he glared up at the other man, hating himself for how weak and helpless he felt right now. "You're going to regret this," he snarled, his voice shaking with rage as he continued struggling against Marcus's iron grip. "I swear it." But deep down, even he knew that promises of vengeance were empty when faced with the harsh reality of their current situation.

Augustus felt tears sting his eyes as the other man brutally fucked him, his voice cracking with rage and humiliation. "You... bastard..." he managed to choke out between gasps for air. He could feel himself beginning to weaken, worn down by the relentless pounding of Marcus's cock inside him. But still, he struggled against Marcus's hold, trying desperately not to give in completely.

As much as it pained him, there was a part of Augustus that couldn't deny the thrill of being so thoroughly dominated. His cock throbbed against Marcus's leg, growing harder with every thrust, even as his strength began to flag. And through the haze of anger and shame, he realized with a sickening clarity just how badly he wanted this...

The pain was unbearable, but so was the pleasure. As Marcus mocked and brutalized him, Augustus felt his body betray him, responding to the violation with an unwanted ecstasy. His hips bucked up against the other man's hand, urging him on as Marcus continued to thrust relentlessly inside him. Heat coursed through Augustus's veins, fueling his anger and humiliation in equal measure.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he neared orgasm, feeling the tension building within him until it was almost unbearable. His cock jerked in Marcus's grip, spurt after spurt of hot cum erupting against his palm and splattering over Augustus's chest. With a final thrust, Marcus released his own seed deep inside Augustus's ass, both men crying out as they reached their climaxes.

For long moments, the only sound in the room was the ragged breathing of the two exhausted men, one on top of the other. Finally, Marcus withdrew from Augustus's body, his cock slick with sweat and cum as he rose to his feet. Looking down at the defeated emperor with a triumphant smirk, he said simply: "You're mine now."

As if in answer, Augustus's only reply was a bitter laugh that held no mirth whatsoever.

"You bitch..." Augustus muttered through clenched teeth as he glared at his captor with pure hatred. "You fucking bastard... thinking you can just take me like this?" He snarled, struggling weakly against Marcus's iron grip. "I'll get out of here," he said venomously, voice full of determination despite the exhaustion and pain he felt. "And when I do, I swear I'll make you pay..." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at Marcus, defiance burning in his gaze like a fiery torch in the darkness.

"Let me go!" Augustus screamed once more, but his words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the echoes of their passionate struggle and the sound of his own anger and humiliation.

Augustus closed his eyes tightly, fighting against the sudden invasion of Marcus's tongue into his mouth. His body trembled with rage and desire as he felt the other man's strength press him harder against the cold stone wall. "Fuck you..." He growled through gritted teeth before biting down on Marcus's lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "You think I'm just going to let you do this?" He spat out, struggling even more as he tried desperately to free himself from Marcus's iron grip.

But it was no use. As much as he hated the other man, his body craved the rough treatment and dominance that Marcus so willingly gave him. Deep down, a part of him wondered if perhaps...just maybe...he had finally met his match in this ruthless prince. The thought both terrified and exhilarated him all at once.

With a loud moan, Augustus arched his back, pressing himself against Marcus even harder as the other man's cock filled him once more. His hands clawed at Marcus's shoulders, seeking purchase for leverage to break free or push him away, but all it did was provide Marcus with another way to control the emperor's movements and intensify their kiss.

"Fuck," Augustus cursed as his body betrayed him yet again, responding instinctively to the rough treatment and domination that Marcus seemed to relish so much. And despite himself, he found a perverse sort of pleasure in it too... a strange mix of humiliation and ecstasy that left him feeling both violated and wanton.

It was then that he realized his own hands were still on Marcus's shoulders... pressed against the skin. Not clawing or seeking purchase... just resting there. He felt the other man's muscles bunch beneath his palms, sensed the power and strength flowing through him. An unfamiliar emotion stirred inside him as he looked down at their joined hands. Admiration? Curiosity? Perhaps both.

"Marcus..." he said softly, hesitantly, his voice barely a whisper. "Do you ever... think about how this could be different?" His gaze drifted upward to meet Marcus's eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or sympathy there. But the look in the other man's eyes only served to stoke the flames of desire and anger burning within him.

As Marcus spoke and pressed their bodies together, Augustus felt his resistance slowly crumble away beneath the onslaught of desire. He closed his eyes tightly, struggling to deny the truth that lay hidden in those words... but it was no use. With a quiet moan, he gave in, surrendering completely to the passion that raged between them. His own hands moved from Marcus's shoulders, instead wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer still, their mouths seeking each other once more as they kissed hungrily.

With this newfound trust, Augustus let himself be swept away by Marcus's dominance, giving in to the dark desires that lurked within him. He grunted with pleasure as his ass was roughly pistoned, taking every inch of Marcus's cock without complaint or hesitation. "Yes..." he whispered against the other man's lips, feeling heat pooling low in his abdomen. "...please... more..."

As their bodies moved in unison, Augustus felt a strange sense of surrender wash over him. It wasn't just his physical submission to Marcus that he embraced; it was the understanding that he wanted this... needed it. With a moan of surrender, he wrapped his legs around Marcus's waist and ground himself against the other man's cock. "I am your bitch..." he panted, their lips inches apart as they stared into each other's eyes. "...please... make me yours..." He arched his back, pressing himself even closer as his ass clenched tightly around Marcus's length.

"Fuck yes!" Marcus growled, his movements becoming more frantic as he felt the other man surrender completely to him. With one last powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside Augustus, their bodies joined in a display of dominance and submission that left them both gasping for air. As they lay panting together, chest to chest, it was almost as if they had become one being... two souls intertwined in a dance of passion and desire that knew no bounds.

"Still want to fight me now?" Marcus asked breathlessly, his voice laced with both amusement and satisfaction. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched Augustus for any sign of resistance or duplicity... but saw only desire burning in those dark eyes.

The emperor nodded slowly, a small smile playing on his lips as he reached up to stroke Marcus's cheek gently. "No," he whispered softly. "Not anymore."

As they lay together, it was almost impossible to believe that the events of the evening had transpired as they did. Augustus could feel Marcus's warmth enveloping him, his cock still half-hard inside, and a strange sense of peace settling over him despite the chaos and confusion in his mind. He stared up at Marcus's face, studying every line and feature, wondering how things had come to this... but finding no answer.

With a sigh, he nodded slowly, wrapping his arms around Marcus's waist and nuzzling into his chest. "Yes," he whispered softly. "I understand." And as the last word left his lips, he knew that things were about to change... but for now, in this moment, with Marcus's strong arms holding him close, he didn't care.

"I am..." Augustus groaned, arching his back against the other man's cock. "Please... harder." He hadn't meant to say it aloud, but somehow the words escaped him as he gave in to the pleasure and pain of being taken by Marcus once more. As the other man obeyed, driving himself deeper into Augustus's ass, his body tensed and relaxed in perfect rhythm with every thrust. "Yes..." he moaned softly, feeling a wave of arousal wash over him as their hips slapped together in unison.

The wedding band on Marcus's finger dug into Augustus's skin, serving as a painful reminder of the new reality they now shared... but he didn't want it to end. Not yet. He needed this connection to Marcus... their bodies joined together in a display of dominance and submission that was both exhilarating and addicting. As their lovemaking reached its peak, Augustus could feel his whole body trembling with the force of his own release, the hot liquid spilling from him onto the bed sheets as he cried out in ecstasy.

When it was over, they lay tangled together on the bed, breathing heavily, their sweat-slicked skin pressed against each other's. For a moment, there was silence... and then Marcus smiled down at his new husband before asking quietly: "You enjoy being my bitch?"

Augustus's chest heaved as he stared up at the ceiling, contemplating his answer. The afterglow of their lovemaking spread through him, making every muscle and nerve alight with pleasure. "Yes..." He finally whispered, almost unwilling to admit it even now that it was out in the open. His heart felt as if it were racing at impossible speeds as he added, almost shyly: "But... I don't want you to stop."

The feeling of Marcus filling him again sent shivers down his spine, and Augustus arched his back in response, his hips lifting to meet each thrust eagerly. His fingers dug into the sheets beneath him as he moaned loudly, lost in the sensation of being taken so thoroughly by the man who had dominated him and stolen his life away.

"Yes..." he panted hoarsely between gasps for air. "Please... don't stop..." He clung to Marcus as they moved together, their bodies joined in a rhythm that felt as if it belonged only to them, an echo of the passion and desire that had brought them here tonight.

As the pleasure built inside him once more, Augustus closed his eyes, unable to believe that this was really happening... that he could truly be happy with Marcus, even after everything they'd been through. A small, contented smile spread across his lips as he surrendered completely to the moment, giving himself over to the man who had claimed him and made him his own.