Chapter 1

The woman, with hair as black as raven feathers, was kneeling before the throne.

She was formerly known as Jade, but now she was simply one of many imperial slaves.

Chains chained her ankles, as was customary. She wore a black leather dress that showed both her large breasts and her soft buttocks. No extra clothing, not even a pair of shoes, covered her. She had been generously given a pillow under her knees to alleviate the pain. Anyone who approached the throne could see her genitalia clearly.

She’d remained in that posture for several hours, until she’d stopped counting them.

The Emperor sat on the throne before her, in all his majesty. His skin had an inhuman pallor, his eyes were all black, and his massive head was completely bald. He wore his black-and-gold armor down to his waist. Under it, he only had greaves to protect his shins, leaving his pelvis and legs up to the knees entirely exposed.

His erect, huge penis stuck out between his strong thighs. The slave had to grasp it with both hands since it was so big. Bigger than the average mortals, probably no manhood was longer or wi-der in the entire empire. Perhaps this is why he enjoyed entertaining his subjects in the throne room by demonstrating Mother Nature’s gift.

The slave slid her delicate hands up and down the saliva-soaked shaft, creating a circular move-ment in opposing directions. Meanwhile, her mouth kissed, licked, and sucked the swelling, red glans. She had been sucking and licking him for hours, but the Emperor’s shaft remained firm and imposing, and she was fatigued and worn out. Her throat felt dry, and her jaw ached. She could ba-rely feel her knees anymore.

In living memory, no one had ever succeeded in making the sovereign orgasm, and the slave had no illusions about her chances. Nonetheless, an unyielding erotic drive, an atavistic yearning, drove her to continue. Her insatiable desire was unleashed upon that imposing and beautiful cock. She sucked it eagerly as the unmoved Emperor addressed the empire’s concerns with his subjects.

Mikael, the First Court Sorcerer, came forward. He bowed before the throne in front of his Em-peror and glanced at the busy slave. Her sex produced streams of fluids that flowed like a torrent down the inner thighs of both legs, and then poured down to the knees and pooled on the cushion beneath them, leaving big moist patches. The aroma of the slave’s sex was strong at that distance.

Mikael was a mature man, but he needed a lot of willpower to rise up in response to the Empe-ror’s motion rather than pulling out his already erect manhood and inserting it between the slave’s thighs. He then took a brief look around. He was the final subject in the royal room, awaiting an audience.

Several guards remained still against the walls. They held halberds and wore armor similar to the Emperor. They were not black, but gray, and the pelvis was also bare. The armor came to a halt at the waist and resumed at the greaves, exposing their perpetually erect manhood. That physiological reaction was caused by a potion manufactured by Mikael to satisfy an Emperor’s whim, rather than a natural trigger. The king desired that every component of his political and military machine exude power and prowess, including the penises of his guards.

“Tell me, Mikael.” The Emperor’s voice was deep like the rumble of thunder or the roar of the sea.

Mikael paused for a while before declaring, “My Emperor, I bring bad news. The rebels have de-veloped a spell that can take away all of your abilities. They are already gathering the elements re-quired for that sorcery.”

The Emperor’s hands clutched the armrests of the regal throne. Then he brought his clenched right hand down roughly on the armrest. Even his manhood spasmed, bulging between the slave’s lips, causing her to become even more aroused and speed up her blowjob.

“In fact, one of the ingredients they require is extremely rare,” Mikael hurriedly added, hoping to appease the Emperor’s rage. “It is a hair from a virgin who has turned twenty. We know it’s un-common, but they’ve sent a warrior woman to find it. My spies say it is indeed the Chosen One.”

A few moments of stillness followed. The sorcerer lowered his gaze, refusing to look the Empe-ror in the face. He gazed again between the slave’s thighs, her sex oozing with fluids and ready to be penetrated. When he saw it, his erection spontaneously returned.

The Emperor, on the other hand, appeared pensive. He didn’t seem to notice that the slave was sucking his shaft. For a few seconds, the only sounds in the throne room were the slave’s slurping blowjob and her hands briskly stroking over the saliva-coated length of that gorgeous manhood.

“I will make sure that the rebels cannot find the last ingredient,” finally, the Emperor ended the hush. “Order my army to go to every city, from the largest to the smallest village, and make sure there are no virgins over the age of twenty.”