I woke up tangled in Merol's arms, his contented expression soft and dreamy in the morning light filtering through heavy velvet drapes—chest rising steadily under my cheek, one hand possessively curved over my hip, thumb tracing idle circles.
Another scandalous lingerie set clung to my sweat-damp skin—a daring emerald-green babydoll number that screamed Merol's hidden fetish, sheer mesh cups translucent enough to showcase my pebbled nipples like erotic shadows begging for teeth, delicate satin ribbons crisscrossing the deep V-neckline that plunged scandalously to my navel, teasing the flat plane of my stomach.
The flirty skirt barely skimmed the curve of my ass, layered chiffon ruffles edged in intricate scalloped lace that tickled my thighs with every shift, a matching high-cut thong of emerald silk biting into my hips—the tiny front triangle soaked from last night's mess, thin backstrap wedged deep between my cheeks like a constant reminder of his fingers.
Garter belts snapped taut with four sheer stockings up my long legs, dangling satin bows brushing my skin, black lace tops embroidered with tiny roses that itched erotically against my thighs.
This bastard definitely has a crossdressing kink for me—dressing his emperor like a personal fuckdoll.
He opened his hazel eyes slowly, blinking sleepily as I glared down at him, golden hair tousled wildly across the pillows like a golden storm.
"You told me you had no kink," I rasped, voice hoarse and cracked from hours of screaming his name in ecstasy.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I don't have any kink, but you look so good in female clothes—like sin wrapped in silk, made to be unwrapped." His gaze raked the lingerie hungrily, lingering on the way the mesh cupped my nipples.
"So, you want me to be female?"
"No, I want you exactly as you are—my perfect emperor. I never had attraction toward any gender... until you bent over that throne and took my cock like a dream." His fingers traced a garter strap teasingly, snapping it lightly.
"You're opening up too much."
"Like you opened your legs wide last night?" he teased, smirking with that boyish charm.
I blushed furiously, heat flooding my cheeks as I grabbed his dick tightly in retaliation—thick shaft hardening instantly in my grip, twitching hotly. A muffled pain groan escaped his lips, hips bucking involuntarily.
"Your Majesty! Please release my dick—it's too sensitive after filling you up!"
"Why? Aren't you too smug now, dressing me like your slutty fantasy?"
"If you rip my dick off, you'll be the one sad, missing it pounding your greedy hole—stretching you until you cry."
"Are you shameless? Why would I miss your dick?"
"But how will you get fucked then—stretched full, begging like last night, cum leaking down your thighs?"
"Shut your mouth!" I climbed atop him despite my sore ass and lips, rubbing his pulsing length between my cheeks through the thong—silk slick with leftover cum, heat grinding deliciously. He groaned deep, sitting up swiftly to flip me onto the bed with surprising strength.
"What happened?! I want more," I whined, hole clenching emptily, babydoll ruffles fluttering.
"Not now—you have to address the council. Duty calls, my slutty emperor. Can't have you late smelling like sex."
"Fine." He kissed my cheeks softly, then nose, then lips—deep and claiming, tongue lingering—before dressing hurriedly and slipping out with a wink.
I was wearing just a long silk shirt now, but I could feel his thick cum leaking between my thighs, sticky trails trickling down my stockings, pooling warmly.
After a bit, the maids entered with soft bows and trays; but before that I sat up wordlessly, stripping the shirt and lingerie remnants—straps snapping free, lace whispering off my skin—then I paddled naked to the bathing chamber along with them, ass throbbing with every step but eager for relief.
Slipping into the wide bathing pool was pure heaven: steaming water at perfect blood-heat, vast as a small lake with smooth marble steps descending into milky mineral depths infused with healing herbs, rose and lily petals swirling in lazy eddies that brushed my skin like lover's fingers.
I took a deep breath, lungs expanding, then dove under—golden hair fanning out like a mermaid's veil in the currents, heavy wet strands clinging to my porcelain skin as I kicked powerfully with lithe legs, sleek body cutting through the silk-smooth warmth like a blade.
Surfacing with a gasp that echoed off mosaic walls, water sheeting off my lashes, I swam laps with renewed vigour—freestyle strokes propelling me across the pool's full length, arms slicing rhythmically through the surface in powerful V-wakes, legs scissoring in frog kicks that made my sore ass twinge deliciously but stretched the tender muscles.
I flipped onto my back, floating weightless under the domed ceiling—hair trailing in a golden halo around my head, nipples tightening from the cool air kissing wet skin, dainty cock bobbing free as gentle ripples lapped my inner thighs and balls.
Ducking under again, I blew streams of bubbles that rose like pearls, chasing petal clusters with playful splashes and twists, body gliding in somersaults—hair swirling in underwater clouds, fingers trailing submerged curves of my waist and hips.
Stamina surged from the heat like liquid magic, minerals seeping into pores—muscles loosening from deep ache to pleasant throb, skin flushing pink and alive.
Surfacing one last time, water cascaded from my thick lashes in rivulets, emerald eyes sparkling with energy; I treaded water languidly in the canter, legs pedalling slow circles, fingers combing through my slicked-back golden locks now gleaming like a siren's crown under lantern glow.
When I finally emerged, dripping and flushed with steam curling off my body like mist, maids swarmed attentively with jasmine shampoo-oil—thick, pearlescent liquid warmed in silver bowls, massaged deep into my scalp with skilled fingers kneading temples, nape, and crown, foaming luxuriously down my back in rivulets that traced my spine.
My ass still hurt too much from Merol's fingering, but the hot water boosted my stamina like a potion, leaving me invigorated.
Suddenly, a maid asked shyly while rinsing my hair, "Your Majesty, are you in a relationship with Secretary Merol?"
I coughed violently, water splashing, blushing beet-red from ears to chest. "Who told you that?!"
"Some maids saw him coming in and out late at night—dishevelled clothes, lovesick grin, carrying trays at odd hours. He isn't very subtle."
I blushed harder, sinking lower in the shallows, petals sticking to my flushed skin. "You're thinking too much! It's just... council matters."
"Your Majesty, it would be good if you date him. He'll care for you, won't let nobles bully you or push bad policies. You won't have to do anything in bed either—just lie back and let him handle it."
Another maid chimed in while pouring fresh rinse water, "It'll be good if you stay away from that woman. She's trouble, even if she is your childhood friend, Merol's loyal."
That woman?
They must be talking about the heroine.
"Okay, but keep it to yourselves! Don't say this to anyone else—emperor's secrets stay secret." Why do they hate the heroine so much?