Alex wakes up in a new body with ancient powers, but his dark desire leads him to summon the emperor to subdue his cold wife in a scene full of tension and domination.
Alex opened his eyes slowly, his gaze falling on an unfamiliar ceiling, carved with intricate symbols that seemed to glow with a light of their own. His body, though familiar in its essence, felt strange, as if it had been rebuilt from the ground up. He sat up in confusion, his hands brushing against a cold, smooth surface that turned out to be the floor of a secret chamber. Beside him lay a figure that chilled his blood: the Empress of the Qin Dynasty, his wife, whose body emanated an icy, almost intangible aura. Her skin, as pale as snow, seemed to be made of ice crystals that moved beneath its surface, as if alive.
"Where are we?" Alex murmured, his voice echoing in the silence of the chamber. The Empress didn't respond; her intense blue eyes were closed, as if she were in a deep sleep. Alex approached her, his trembling hand brushing her frozen cheek. At that moment, a soft humming filled the air, and a golden light emerged from the center of the room, enveloping everything.
The system, an ancient and powerful entity, activated. Alex felt an intense heat course through his body, as if every cell were being reanimated. A deep, resonant voice filled his mind: "You have been chosen, Alex. The cultivation of the immortal emperor has been bestowed upon you. Use its power wisely." Before he could process what it meant, a surge of energy flooded him, transforming him from within. His once alien body now felt strong, vibrant, as if filled with a power he didn't fully understand.
But instead of feeling relieved, Alex was consumed by a dark desire, a longing that shamed him but he couldn't ignore. His gaze fell on the empress, his wife, whose icy beauty both attracted and repelled him. A morbid thought crossed his mind: he wanted to see her subdued, not by him, but by someone more powerful, someone who would bring her to her knees.
With a whisper, Alex summoned the emperor of the upper world. The words left his lips as a whisper, but the air around him seemed to vibrate with his power. In a flash of light, the emperor appeared, his presence filling the chamber with overwhelming energy. He was tall, his body sculpted like a god's, his gaze piercing and filled with an authority that brooked no reply.
La emperatriz abrió los ojos de golpe, su expresión pasando de la confusión al ojo en un instante. —¿Quién te crees que eres para aparecer así? —su voz, aunque fría, temblaba ligeramente, traicionando su nerviosismo.
El emperador no respondió. En su lugar, con un gesto lento y deliberado, se desabrochó la túnica que llevaba, revelando un cuerpo perfecto, marcado por cicatrices que contaban historias de batallas pasadas. Su miembro, ya erecto, emergió de la tela, grueso y largo, desafiando la gravedad. Con una sonrisa arrogante, se acercó a la emperatriz, su mano agarrando su mentón con fuerza.
—Tú —dijo, su voz profunda y dominante—, perteneces a mí ahora.
La emperatriz intentó resistirse, pero el emperador era demasiado fuerte. La empujó hacia atrás, su cuerpo helado chocando contra el trono de hielo que ocupaba el centro de la cámara. Con un movimiento rápido, la levantó, sus manos agarrando sus muñecas y colocándolas sobre su cabeza, inmovilizándola. Ella luchó, pero su fuerza era nada comparada con la de él.
—¡Suéltame! —gritó, su voz llena de furia. Pero el emperador solo rió, un sonido bajo y gutural que resonó en la cámara. Con un movimiento brusco, le arrancó la túnica que llevaba, dejando su cuerpo al descubierto. Sus pechos, pequeños y firmes, se elevaron con su respiración agitada, sus pezones endurecidos por el frío y la excitación.
El emperador se arrodillo frente a ella, su miembro a centímetros de su rostro. —Lámelo —ordenó, su voz sin espacio para la negociación. La emperatriz lo miró con desprecio, pero algo en su interior pasó. Tal vez fue el poder que emanaba de él, o tal vez fue el deseo que Alex había despertado en ella sin querer. Con un gesto de rendición, bajó la cabeza, su lengua rozando la punta de su miembro.
Alex observó la escena desde un rincón, su corazón latiendo con fuerza. Le avergonzaba lo que sentía, pero no podía negar la excitación que lo consumía. Ver a su esposa, la poderosa emperatriz, sometida de esa manera, lo llenaba de un placer morboso. El emperador la guió, su mano enredada en su cabello, obligándola a mover la cabeza hacia arriba y hacia abajo. La emperatriz cerró los ojos, su lengua trabajando con habilidad, sus labios envolviendo su miembro con avidez.
—Así se hace —murmuró el emperador, su voz llena de satisfacción. Con un movimiento rápido, la levantó, colocándola sobre el trono, sus piernas abiertas para él. Sin preámbulos, la penetró, su miembro entrando en ella con un solo empuje. La emperatriz gimió, su cuerpo temblando por la fuerza del impacto. El emperador comenzó a moverse, sus caderas golpeando contra las de ella con un ritmo implacable.
—Mira, Alex —dijo el emperador, su voz llena de burla—, tu esposa es mía ahora. La emperatriz, con la cabeza gacha, solo lo miró con odio, pero su cuerpo traicionaba sus palabras. Sus manos, que antes intentaban empujarlo, ahora se aferraban a sus hombros, sus uñas clavándose en su piel. El emperador río, su mano levantando su mentón para obligarla a mirarlo.
"Suck," he ordered, and she obeyed, her mouth opening to receive his member once more. Alex moved closer, his gaze fixed on the scene. The emperor noticed, but didn't slow his pace. Instead, with a gesture, he invited him to join. Alex hesitated, but desire consumed him. He knelt behind the empress, his hand brushing against her bare bottom. In one swift motion, he entered her from behind, his member entering her with ease, thanks to the emperor's preparation.
The Empress moaned, her body trapped between two men, her mind in conflict. The Emperor filled her with semen, his warm liquid contrasting with the cold of her body. Alex followed her, her own orgasm exploding inside her. The Empress, head down, had only us to suck him, her tongue working skillfully, her mouth eagerly receiving his semen.
When it was all over, the empress stood still, her body trembling with exertion. The emperor withdrew, his gaze fixed on Alex. "What happens now?" he asked, his voice full of defiance. Alex, still panting, looked at his wife, his expression uncertain. The empress, her eyes closed, seemed to be waiting for his answer.
The scene hung suspended, full of possibilities. Would she rebel against them both? Or would Alex intervene to reclaim what was hers? The future was uncertain, and at that moment, no one knew what would happen next. The secret chamber, with its symbols glowing softly, seemed to be the only witness to the morbid scene that had just taken place.