He loosens the laces at the back of her dress, tugging at the fabric until she is only in her most inner shift.
There is no time for her to feel shame, no flush creeping up on her cheeks.
Joana only thinks of getting his clothes off, even as he slides a hand between her legs. His fingers are warm and relentless as they rub between her folds, finding the peak of her pleasure in the little bundle of nerves above her entrance.
This...This...This feels good!!!
Although she felt wonderful, she wasn't showing anything out.
She kisses him hard, tugging on his clothes as he continues to stimulate her, wetness and heat pooling between her legs.
He swallows down her gasps, one hand coaxing her most intimately while the other squeezes and cups her behind.
"Gods," the Emperor murmurs, parting their mouths. "You're exquisite." He lets go of her ass to cup her breast, rolling the red tip around his fingers while her other teat is sucked into his mouth, wetting the fabric with his spit. Heat pools between her legs and Joana groans, letting her head fall back.
"Your Majesty," she whispers, keening gasps slipping past her lips.
Her peak hits her in a destructive wave, her legs trembling and knees growing weak. "Your Majesty." If it were not for him supporting her body, she'd fall, leaning against his chest.
"Don't talk," he says, voice softer but still commanding. "Get on the bed."
Joana just accepted whatever he was asking her to do...she couldn't think straight in her pleasure...
After all, this was the first time she was feeling something like this. It was all new to her, and it was stimulating for her... actually too much.
He kisses her again, squeezing her teat tightly and she tugs him by the neck, fingers itching up his head to stroke his hair. The Emperor turns them around and walks her forward until the back of her knees hits the bed. Joana lets herself fall down, parting their lips as she looks up at him, hoping that her face doesn't look as warm as she feels. The Emperor smiles at her, running the pad of his thumb over his lower lip. His mouth is swollen and bitten by her kisses and she smiles as well.
Joana tugged her shift over her head, and his smile grew malicious at the sight of her bare breasts and pale skin tipped with red. He removes his own linen shirt, brown pants hanging low on his waist and she sucks her lower lip between her teeth.
"Come here," she whispers. "Take me, Your Majesty." He laughs, a hot and heady laugh, and unties the laces of his pants. It falls down his long legs, but her eyes linger on the hard length between his thighs. No, not a length. A cock. His cock. And it was... Massive.
The Emperor crawls over her and she parts her legs to accommodate him in the cradle of her hips, adjusting herself beneath him.
She was already educated by other concubines in Harem, so she wasn't as clueless as a virgin maidan, but no matter what, it was still her first time.
He is heavy, but it's a good weight, even as he brings a hand beneath them to guide himself inside...
She cringes without meaning to, the pain of being stretched open offsetting the pleasure she had felt before, but keeps her eyes on him, watching his face.
It..it hurts...
His blunt head slides inside her firmly, and steadily. He slid a bit when he felt something; he felt a slight resistance. Actually, it was not slight at all, but... something more than that.
Emperor smiled and pushed a bit hard and broke her Hyman
Her thighs tremble, and he grabs hold of them for support, moving his hips expertly until they are flush with hers, until his pubic hair tickles hers, and he groans, closing his eyes.
The Emperor moans, the knot in his throat dipping as he gulps and Joana takes a deep breath, trying to get used to the feeling.
"Ah," he whispers. She slides her hands up his arms, trying to distract herself from his initial thrusts with the feeling of his warm skin. It's darker than hers, but paler than his mother's, with a golden undertone.
Her fingers hit the edge of a cold metal and she opens her eyes again, looking at his left arm. There is a silver cuff wrapping around his upper arm, with three precious round stones at the center.
They are of different colours; red, black and pale grey. She hadn't noticed it before because it was hidden under his shirt.
She looks back at the Emperor as he brings a hand between them, stroking her clit in firm circles.
The movements slice her from the inside, and she closes her eyes as suddenly, he can move more easily, bringing his hips back and forth.
He moved slowly at first and then slowly increased his speed of pounding.
"Mmm~"
An embarrassing moan is ripped out of her throat and he chuckles, kissing her again.
A hand comes to cup her chin, a thumb rubbing against her swollen lips and he smiles, pressing their mouths together.
"Mmm~" Joana moaned again when emperor thrusted suddenly, a bit deep.
It stretched her more; her virgin cave, now filled with a slight amount of her blood, and a lot of her womanly fluids, was being pounded by the emperor's thick cock.
His cock has turned a little red and the bedsheet has also turned red...
"Gods, Joana," he says. "You feel heavenly." He begins to move faster, thrusting against her and she lets her head fall back, her chest straining upwards to meet his. Joana digs her fingers into his arms, her nails catching at his skin and he smiles. "You're mine. You're mine. I'm not giving you away."
"I'm yours," she whispers in return. "I'm yours, Emperor."
He groans, burying his head in the curve of her neck, warm breath hitting her.