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Defiling the Emperor - 5/7

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Martin's orgasm seemed to go on for ever, though it could only have been a few seconds. Afterwards he lay still, trying to regain control over his body and breathing. As his pulse rate slowed, his hands tangled in my hair, apparently content with enjoying the texture. I crawled on hands and knees up the bed, and kissed him with his own semen still in my mouth. Martin's tongue entered, tasting his own fluids, and he groaned, as if in some exquisite agony.

"Alix, that's fucking kinky."

"You don't like it?". I'd had to swallow to speak, but Martin's tongue returned, swirling around the inside of my mouth to scoop up the trace that was left.

"Gods. I love it." He blinked, and his eyes focused, tracking my face. He seemed slightly anxious again, perhaps worried that he'd done something to offend me: come too early, or thrown off too many inhibitions. How could I reassure him that he didn't have to keep repressing his desires in front of me?

I smiled, warmly, brushing my clean hand over his face, letting him suck on my fingertips. "Tell me what you want now. More fingers, or my cock?"

He reached for me, arms circling my waist. "Can't I have both?"

I giggled. "Slut". He looked about to apologise, but I shook my head. "That's not a bad thing. You can be as greedy as you want with me. I love you."

Crazy visions entered my mind of what I'd do if we ever fell out. I pictured myself running through the Imperial City with a pot of red paint and a narrow brush, perfectly camouflaged with my Chameleon spell – then painting "Martin Septim is a slut!" on the outside of the Imperial Palace. It would be blindingly obvious who'd done it, and that would be the most amusing part. I wondered if there existed a spell that would prevent the paint from being removed magically. Hopefully I'd never need it, though.

I went back to massaging his arse with the oil. Orgasm had made his muscles tighten up, and I wanted to get him properly prepared. He grumbled wordlessly as my fingers circled his hole without entering it. When I deemed him sufficiently relaxed, I pushed two fingers inside: very, very slowly. Martin gasped. His eyes rolled, he started to beg and plead with me for more - which he got, but only at the speed I wanted. I'd never thought of myself as particularly dominant, but tormenting him by going at a snail's pace was far too enjoyable. And yes, I have to admit that who he was did factor into my pleasure – the fact it was the Emperor of Tamriel reduced to a wanton mess by my right hand.

I fucked him with two fingers, listening to his breathing get faster. His hands were back on his broad chest, fingernails digging into his nipples. He was half-hard again already, probably because of the prostate stimulation. I wondered about putting a third finger in, but my own erection was starting to beg for attention. Another time, then.

If there was any chance of him having a second orgasm, I wanted him to have it. I didn't know if that was even biologically possible, given how males are wired, but there was only one way to find out. Pulling my fingers out of his hole, I gave his arse a couple of sharp slaps before lying down next to him on the bed. He looked curious rather than anxious, blue eyes calm, a slight smile on his lips. Very aroused, but not so desperate as to be unable to take instructions.

I chose to talk dirty. "So you want my cock, do you?"

"Yes." The slight hiss in Martin's voice let me know he was not too proud to beg, if necessary.

"You'll have to show me how much you want it."

Martin's eyes flared as he realised what I wanted. I felt his heart start to pound again. He lifted himself up, and rolled on top of me. Propping himself on his elbows so as not to squash me, he kissed me on the lips, then licked along my jawline and behind my right ear. I felt my own pulse start to race as he, very delicately, sucked the base of my earlobe into his mouth. Just when I felt myself starting to calm, he moved his mouth upwards to suck on the tip of my ear, and I almost came on the spot.