Chapter 10

I was pleased to hear that I made her nervous and annoyed that she had the same effect on me. I couldn’t remember the last time somebody had made me nervous. If ever. Sympathy, desire, amusement, even sadness a time or two, mostly irritation and anger though, but nervousness? Nocc.

For some reason, I wanted her to be comfortable in my company, my suite. Most of all, I wanted her to be comfortable with me. I was used to ordering people around. I had never cared if any of them liked me, they didn’t need to as long as they followed orders. Her though, I wanted her to like me.

After dinner, we moved to the open balcony. It was a mild evening, the red Mendox moon hung proudly and high in the sky, dipping everything into its reddish glow until it met the millions of lights coming off Pandrax and the colors bled off from there.

I was very aware of her closeness, smelled the sweet scent of nambisk flowers emanating from her, felt some of the strands of her hair brushing against my shoulder and arm, stirred by a slight breeze, noticed the warmth emanating from her body. Most of all I noticed her presence.

“Heather,” I said hoarsely.

She turned her head to me, tilting it slightly.

“I don’t know where this is going, what this is between us, but I am going to kiss you now, vra?”

Her sapphire eyes were clear and warm, her nod nearly imperceptible, and her posture inviting. I leaned forward, inhaled her scent deeply, then I gently brushed my lips against hers.

A slight shiver moved through her body, a low moan escaped her lips, and that was all the encouragement I needed to pull her fully into my arms, pressed her fragile body against mine as hard as I dared, while her lips parted to allow my tongue in.

Heat and dizziness overcame me, my already stiff cock twitched inside my pants, making its desire known while my mind only circled around this wonderfully amazing being in my arms. She was so delicate. With little to no effort I could have snapped her in half; it would have neither increased my heart rate nor my breathing. But trustingly, she leaned into me and rose onto her tiptoes. That trust tore into my heart and I swore I would never hurt her.

I dipped her lower with one arm, the other encircling her legs, and picked her up into my arms to carry her to my bedroom, where I would make her MINE. In every sense.

I was honest when I said I didn’t know where this was going, but I had an idea where I wanted it to go, not caring about the consequences or—for the first time in my life—my empire. This wasn’t about the Emperor Daryus, this was about the male Daryus and he wanted this merrily as HIS.

Perhaps this is all you need, my mind tried to justify. Maybe sex will get her out of your system, it had worked in the past. But even then I knew I was lying to myself. Nobody had ever ignited emotions in me the way Heather did, or calmed me the way she did.

Carefully, I sat her down on the bed with her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers buried in my hair. Playfully she nipped at my lips, and the small gesture moved into my loins like a lightning bolt. Precum leaked down my shaft, as it twitched, more than ready to bury itself into her folds.

I wasn’t though, not yet.

Reverently, I pulled the dress over her right shoulder, exposing the exquisite, rosy flesh there and cupped it with my palm to caress it, moved my hand lower down her arm and up again.

I found the magnetic pulls on the back of her dress and parted them, allowing the soft material to gently fall down her chest, and inhaled sharply at the sight of her bare breasts.

Her breaths were deep, moving her perfectly shaped tits up and down deliciously, so full, and peaked with hard nipples, begging me to touch them.

“By Staphor, you’re beautiful,” I rasped.

Unable to resist any longer and only allow my eyes to feast on the treasure before me, I cupped first one, then the other breast. Her sharp intake of breath and the shudder going through her, made my balls contract painfully, and for a moment I worried I would come inside my breeches like an untrained youth.

You are an emperor, you are the master of your body and mind, I told myself, breathing deeply. But by Staphor, I had never touched flesh so soft, so pliable before. Her stiff nipple stood out against my palm and I brushed my thumb over it. Another shudder moved through her and when I looked up, I found her eyes all pupils. Black, shining orbs, filled with hunger and desire.

I leaned down and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, stroked my tongue against it. The tips of her fingers dug deeper into my hair. One hand moved down my back, dull nails raking down it, stoking the fire already raging inside me.

I wanted to take more time with her breasts, but my cock painfully reminded me that it was running out of patience, and I obliged by slowly moving lower down on her body, kissing her soft flesh and pulling more of the dress down to expose even more of her creamy skin.

I slid down between her legs, down, down, down, until I kneeled between them and she accommodated me by spreading her legs wide, exposing silky soft, black fabric covering her sex.

Moving both of my hands on the outside of her thighs up, I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down. Impatiently, she moved her feet to rid herself fully of them and then I finally stared at her glistening folds.

Breathing hard and deep, I opened her wet pussy, inhaled the sweet scent that was her, and licked my lips before I put my tongue on her pulsing clit.

A deep moan from her was all the encouragement I needed to suck the stiff little bud into my mouth while my fingers explored her sex.

Hands dug back into my hair, thighs quivered around my ears, but I hardly noticed any of that as I lapped on the juices she provided, feeling myself becoming dizzy from it, the way strong alcohol usually made me.

My fingers found her hole. She was tight and wet and hot and my cock twitched again in jealousy as my fingers moved up and down her canal, eliciting a low keening sound from her.

“Oh God, Daryus, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… come,” she mewled while my tongue licked against her clit, flicked it, before I sucked it back into my mouth once again.

“Daryus,” she cried out. My name escaping her lips on the cusp of her climax, destroyed all of the self-control I still possessed. I couldn’t contain myself any longer, my cock needed to experience her before it exploded.

One more lick, my fingers scissored inside her, a tremble moved through her, more liquid spurted down her canal and her walls massaged my fingers in a way that made my cock strain against my breeches, leaking more precum.

Impatiently I opened my breeches. They had barely fallen to the ground when I stepped out of them, grabbing my shaft and staring at the beautiful mess that was her below me.

Heather’s chest was moving rapidly up and down, bouncing those breasts. A slight sheen of sweat had accumulated on her skin, made it glisten in the red moonlight coming in through a large window.

Her blonde hair spilled out all around her, and her swollen lips were parted, while her eyes regarded me greedily.

She used her legs to push herself up higher on the bed, spread them, and lifted her hips in invitation.

I closed my eyes to relish the feeling of her walls pulsing around my cock as I fed it into her warm depths, encircling it like a wet glove.

I lowered myself to my elbows to caress her face as it turned to the side. My hips moved backward and forward again.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight,” I groaned, having never felt anything even close to this bliss. If I had died right then, I would have been one happy male.

“Daryus,” she moaned, snuggling her face into my palm and sucking my thumb into her mouth.

“By Staphor,” I cursed as my balls squeezed and light exploded behind my eyes.

Her small little hands clung to my biceps as she keened and moaned, writhing underneath me, and then her walls pulsed around my cock, milking it so hard I exploded a second time. So hard, it took my breath away. All thought left me, there was only her and me and the incredible sensations running through me.

“Heather,” I mumbled when my senses slowly returned.

She still had my thumb in her mouth. Her eyes were open, staring at me in wonder. I shifted my weight and trailed a hand down her body. She nipped at my thumb, while I sucked on one of her nipples.

Incredible peace overcame me, the likes of which I had never experienced before. There was not a trace of any churning anger, only quiet and bliss.

“You are amazing, Heather.” I relinquished her nipple.

She caught her breath, a teasing smile played along her lips as she released my thumb. “You’re not so bad yourself, Your Imperial Highness.”

I grinned down at her. “If you are not satisfied, I can—”

“Oh, I’m satisfied,” she interrupted, stretching underneath me enticingly. “Trust me, I’m more than satisfied.”

“Good.” I lifted myself off her enough to kiss her swollen lips.

“Are you hungry, thirsty?” I asked, pulling out of her and rolling over so she could lean her head on my chest while she snuggled into my side.

“I’m happy as a lark,” she stated.

I didn’t know what a lark was, but understood the meaning of her statement.

“Me too,” I admitted. “Your effect on me is unparalleled.”

“Oh?” She leaned up and looked at me, her large eyes took me in questioningly.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but you calm me. Whenever you’re around, I don’t… feel this seething anger in me,” I admitted, aware I was giving her more leverage over me than I had ever permitted any other being to have. But it needed to be said. I needed her to know.

“Oh,” she repeated, looking a bit sad. “It has to be hard, being responsible for so many lives.”

I brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her forehead. “I don’t mind the responsibility, it’s my temper that is exhausting me,” I admitted. “Carrying this anger in me all the time is… draining. But you”—I lifted my neck to look at her—“your presence soothes me like nothing or nobody ever has.”

“I’m glad I can be of some use,” she replied with a slight hint of bitterness in her voice.

“Don’t ever underestimate yourself,” I chided gently. “You don’t have to be a powerful person to make a difference. You make a difference in many lives, every day, by just being around them. Giving someone a smile who might be down, picking something up that somebody dropped, a friendly word, all those things matter and make a difference, every day. I might keep the empire safe, but it’s you and every person in it who makes it work and happy.”

Her gaze softened. “I never thought about it that way.”

“Especially you.” I didn’t like to say this, but if she needed to hear it I would. “You and the other humans are giving my people hope. You brought something back to us we had forgotten existed.”

She closed her eyes and sighed. “Yeah. And I keep forgetting how important it is to your species. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I kissed her hand, her fingers. “If anybody can understand how tiresome duties can become, it’s me.”

This time her smile was real and warm, but there was still some self-deprecation in her tone. “I feel extremely ungrateful when I look at it as a duty. I should be elated to be able to pay back some of the kindness your people have shown me.”

“Are you feeling guilty for being here?”

She nodded. “Some, yes. And then I feel ungrateful.”

“The will of the gods is always mysterious, but I’ve learned one thing, and that is that their will is always done and we are the servants playing it out. Don’t feel guilty about being here while others are… not. You are right where you are supposed to be.”

“In your arms?” she chided with a grin.

“Exactly.” I pulled her up to claim her lips once again.