The Emperor sucks her pulsing point into his mouth and she squeezes her eyes shut, hot blood coursing through her veins. His fingers dig into her thighs, pressing so hard she is sure to have marks on the morrow, and she can't think anymore.
"Fuck," he curses as his stomach tightens above her own. "Fuck, Joana."
His body visibly slides on her.
His chest pressed against her boobs, almost squeezing them, his cheek touching hers, his thighs on her, his hands on her back, hers on his.
Her legs were slightly bent for easier access to the emperor's cock. He slides it, in and out of her now not-so-virgin pussy...
Her hole was small, fitting for a virgin maiden.
Joana was feeling something different...she never thought that this painful experience could bring her this much pleasure....it was not that she wasn't feeling pain...it was painful, too much...since it was her first time and the emperor wasn't showing any mercy.
It was enough that he started slow when breaking her inner walls...
Joana remembered, one of the old concubines told her, her first experience.
She told her that, that day emperor was not in a good mood and when he saw her naked beauty, he started like a beast and didn't even show any mercy when taking her womanhood...he thrust all at once and pounded her like a wild horse, without stopping... without any slow motions....just wild, hard pounding....
She screamed like hell... and even servants outside heard her.
She said that she couldn't even walk for days after that session.
And after that day... he never turned to her...
It was her first and maybe last sex with the emperor.
Maybe in the future, when she will be married off to someone else, she could get another pounding....but it was unlikely to get married when you were already claimed.
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The emperor pounded Joana like a horse...
He drives into her once, then twice before he suddenly stops and a new warmth floods her insides....
"Ahhh..." Joana moaned out loud.
The Emperor kisses her again, his heart racing inside his chest. She can feel it thumping against her breasts, as fast as a bird's wings.
She opens her eyes and finds that he is looking at her, smiling without showing his teeth. His eyes look wholeheartedly black now and devious, full of intention and malice, but she doesn't think of it. She thinks nothing.
He removes himself from her, his manhood having grown set in her interior, and she takes a gulping breath as he drops down at her side, his own chest heaving. There is a sheen of sweat over her body and she feels strangely empty and cold without him, her gaze turning to look at his face.
"Should I go?" she mumbles, suddenly vulnerable as the high of the moment dies down. The Emperor looks at her as if she is insane.
"No," he says. "Stay." He closes a hand around the curve of his waist and pulls her close, their naked limbs entangling. Joana presses her cheek against his chest and he tucks his chin on the crown of her head, fitting an arm beneath her to hold her close. It takes a moment before he says something, touching the silvery scar at her temple. "What happened here?"
"Oh." A flush creeps up on her neck. "I fell, Your Majesty."
"Fell?" he repeated. "Why?"
"I was running," she answers.
The Emperor chuckles. "Are you always running?" he asks, certainly remembering how they first laid eyes upon each other.
Joana twists her face up to look at him. "It was before I met you, Your Majesty," she says and he smiles.
She looks at the armlet again and a sudden wave of boldness makes her reach across him, touching the silver metal with her fingertips.
It's not a thick band, perhaps half the size of her little finger, and it rests snuggly against his skin. Joana can feel him smile as he notices what has gained her attention.
"Curious?" he asks and she looks up at him, watching his face for any sign of anger or displeasure. But he is smiling and she feels secure enough to nod, her fingers attempting to remove the cuff to see better. "It's welded, so I can't take it off."
"Why, Your Majesty?" she asks.
"I want it to be reminded at all times of what it symbolizes," he answers. With the hand that is wrapped around her, he points at the armlet and the three stones. "These stones are to remind me of what has been lost. This is for Jaehaerys." He points at the red stone. "This is for Daeron." He points at the black. "And for Visenya." His finger inches closer to the pale grey circle and she frowns.
"Who are they?" she asks and he frowns in return.
"Don't you know the story?" he questions and she shakes her head. "Were you not educated in our history?" She shakes her head again and he sighs. "They were my brothers and sister. The Hated Emperor murdered them, when he tried to end my father and his line to secure Prince Viserys' ascension."
"Oh." She feels ashamed now, for having reminded him of this loss, but he rubs her back soothingly.
"Jaehaerys and Daeron were my blood brothers," he murmurs. She knows what that means in the harem: they had the same mother.
"But Visenya was the daughter of one of my father's concubines. A northern girl, I can't remember her name. But Visenya was only five days old when the men came. Female and an infant, there was no reason for her to die as well, but my grandfather didn't care."
"I'm sorry," Joana says. "For what happened. And for reminding you."
He smiles, his eyes twinkling. "Sweet Joana, didn't I say I want to be reminded?" he says. "If I forget the price of tyranny, then my people suffer." He rubs her back again. "Don't worry about it."
But she is still worried about it. She can't stop worrying. Joana kisses him one more time, throwing a leg around his hips to grind against him.