She has just begun the tale of Symeon Star-Eyes when he lifts a hand. A silent command to stop.
"Come here," he says.
Joana sets the book aside and moves to rise, struggling for a brief moment as her legs protest the movement. His expression softens, and he reaches out, fingers steady as they help her stand. She smiles at him, pressing her hand to his in thanks. She moves to sit beside him, but he shakes his head.
"Sit on my lap."
She hesitates only for a breath before stepping forward, gathering her skirt upward, and lifting one of her legs.
Since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, the emperor saw everything and licked his lips. Joana, in turn, just smiled and sat atop his legs, spreading herself while sitting and spreading her skirt around.
If anybody were to lay on the floor, he would see a stretched pussy of Joana. Alas !! There wasn't anybody to see this sight.
Emperor's hands rest at the curve of her hips, while she places hers at the nape of his neck.
Their breaths mingle. His dark purple eyes roam over her face, filled with something unreadable yet deep. And then, he smiles...
"Where did you come from?" he murmurs in a low voice. "How did it take so long for me to find you?"
Joana's breath catches, her pulse fluttering at his words. His touch lingers at her waist, his fingers warm through the fine silk of her gown. She meets his gaze, something unspoken passing between them—an understanding, a longing that has only deepened with time.
"I was here in the capital," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "I was here. Always here."
The Emperor shakes his head slightly, his thumb tracing slow circles against her hip. "Three million people," he muses, his voice thick with wonder. "And yet, I stood there, blind to the fact that the rarest jewel in my empire had been waiting for me all along."
A slow warmth spreads through her chest, pooling in her stomach. She doesn't speak, doesn't need to. Instead, she reaches for him, brushing her lips against his in a deliberate, lingering kiss. He tastes of Dornish red, rich, and bold, and she savors the way his breath mingles with hers, the way his hand tightens on her waist as he pulls her closer.
His lips leave hers only to trail lower, brushing against her jawline, her throat, and the sensitive spot just below her ear. Joana exhales shakily, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close. His mouth moves with slow intent, his teeth grazing her skin before pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone.
His hands are exploring her body; they grasp at her skirts, twisting the fabric around his long fingers as she moves steadily over him. Joana doesn't wear undergarments and she can feel the heat pooling between her legs as she rubs herself against his pants. She can feel him harden beneath her with the pressure of her movements and he groans.
"You smell like honey," he murmurs against her skin. "And something else." His lips move lower, teasing, exploring. "Something...Something sweet."
Her body responds instinctively to the attention, warmth unfurling beneath his touch. He brushes his hand up her side, his thumb grazing the curve of her breast through the fabric of her gown. Joana shivers, pressing closer as her breath hitches.
"Bed," she manages, her voice trembling slightly.
He chuckles, low and indulgent. "No," he whispers, his teeth grazing her skin before he soothes it with another slow kiss.
His fingers find the delicate neckline of her gown, and with a gentle but insistent tug, he pulls at the fabric, Before she can say anything, the Emperor forces them down, ripping the fabrics apart to expose her small breasts. She gasps in surprise as he moves to cup one, running the pad of his thumb over the pink nipple.
"His Majesty has ruined my dress," she murmurs, her voice breathless.
A smirk tugs at his lips as he cups her waist, his thumbs pressing slow, deliberate circles against her skin. "I'll have a hundred more made for you," he says, "But tonight, I want only this gone."
"Now, kiss me." It is an order and she presses her mouth to his, returning to the steady rocking of her hips. As he cups her breast with one hand, the other comes between them to try and unlace the front of his pants and Joana groans. "Here, just like this."
With her still on top of him, the Emperor raises his hips slightly to drag his pants down his thighs.
Joana clutches to him as his manhood springs free from the confines of his clothing, eyes closed with the intensity of the moment.
The Emperor places a hand on her waist while another holds his member at the base, bringing her down gently. He groans, squeezing her and she moans, dropping her head on his shoulder.
"Fuck," he whispers in her ear. It takes a moment for both of them to adjust to the penetration, her chest heaving with the sensations before she begins to rock against him. "Fuck. There you go." He helps her movements with firm hands on her waist, her folds rubbing against the gully of his pubic bone.
She rides him, raising her thighs to move above him. She clutches him as he leans her back, exposing her chest to him. The Emperor has a savage smile on his face and he cups one of her breasts, observing the way she moves with dark eyes of lust. Her skirts hide the place where they are joined and Joana groans as her clit rubs against him, throwing her head back.
Her peak hits her in ever-rising waves, hot blood coursing through her veins. She says nothing, can say nothing but moan and shriek in pleasure.
"Mmm~"
"Ahhh....."
"Yaa...there....mmm~"
Beneath her, the Emperor shakes as the end of her climax triggers the beginning of his, his cock swelling and sputtering inside her. A new wage of warmth fills her and she sighs, dropping herself over him.
With her lips so close to his ear, Joana embraces him, closing her eyes.
Joana's fingers tighten in his hair, her head tilting back as his lips travel lower. He takes his time, tracing invisible patterns across her skin, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the soft curves of her body.
She arches into him, her breath uneven as she murmurs his name, her body pleading for more. He exhales a quiet chuckle against her skin, the warmth of his breath making her shiver.
"Tell me what you want," he whispers.
She doesn't answer with words—she doesn't need to. Instead, she pulls him back up to her, pressing her lips to his, her kiss filled with all the urgency, all the longing she cannot voice.
And the Emperor understands...
Time loses meaning as they come together, the space between them vanishes as they move in perfect rhythm.
The pleasure builds, slow and consuming, pulling her under like a tide. She gasps softly, her forehead pressing against his shoulder as the sensation crests, leaving her trembling in its wake.
The Emperor follows soon after, his grip tightening, his breath ragged as he holds her close, as if anchoring himself to her.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound is the quiet rise and fall of their breathing, the steady beat of their hearts.
Joana sighs into his touch, her fingers threading through his hair once more, letting herself melt into the warmth of his embrace.
She came closer to his ears and slowly whispered
"My dear emperor...I am with your child..."