A fair-skinned woman locked beneath the palace was all the guards could talk about it. It was so often the topic that Qiyana heard nothing else throughout her days, constantly reminding her employees that it's her they should be raving about and not some foreign prisoner. But despite all the punishments, her staff continued to talk, leaving Qiyana frustrated and angry, brows furrowed as she stomped her way down to the dungeon beneath her palace to see just what her people were so fascinated with.
Elegant, green fingernails scratched the steel door as Qiyana opened it, stepping inside before chuckling at the pitiful sight ahead of her. The prisoner's wrists were hung above her by steel cuffs that laddered down from the ceiling, her bruised knees together on the floor as her feet were pointing out, ankles wrapped in steel chains which were latched onto pikes embedded into the floor behind her. A tattered, purple dress hid away her chest and everything between until it stopped at her thighs, the Empress chuckling yet again at the dreary fabric before the prisoner lifted her head. Strong, hazel eyes peered at Qiyana through strands of raven blue hair that clung to the prisoner's face, her purple lips in an angry snarl as black eyeliner ran its way down to her cheeks…
Qiyana felt it too, the enamour her guards did. Her heart froze as if it were taken away, a second passing by before it was returned and tampered with. It took her a few seconds to even speak.
"Y-you are in such a sorry state." Qiyana stammered.
Qiyana bit her bottom lip as the prisoner's response was a glare. She felt nervous… by a prisoner. But she regained it when she realized that this woman was just that. A prisoner. Her prisoner. She marched forward and placed a finger beneath the woman's chin, lifting her head, forcing their eyes to meet.
"Where are you f-from, Girl?" Qiyana asked. She felt as if she made a mistake. Staring so deep into the prisoner's eyes made her lose her composure again.
"Guess." The prisoner mockingly replied, amusement in her voice.
Another mistake. One that made Qiyana's heart stop again. The prisoner's voice was so illustrious and mature, conniving and intelligent, that it entranced The Empress. Qiyana wanted to hear it again, but she had to put aside her desires and address the issue at hand. Or rather, address the issue with her hand, letting the palm of it come quickly against her prisoner's… beautiful face.
"It would be wise to treat me with some respect!" Said Qiyana.
The prisoner's face remained turned away as she recoiled in pain, so Qiyana grabbed her by her purple tresses and forced her to stare at her excellence.
"Tell me your name, girl." The Empress ordered.
"E-Evaine…" She muttered, clenching her teeth as her left cheek began to redden, ear ringing on that same side.
Again, Qiyana froze. The name echoed in the back of her head. She felt as if she had been… charmed by this illustrious woman.
"A-are you thirsty, E-Evaine?" Qiyana asked, freeing her head. Just saying the name made her feel… weak in the thighs.
Evaine nodded.
And nervously, so did Qiyana. She spun on her heel and began walking out on what felt like shaky legs. She didn't know what was happening to her. Why she felt so… frail within the presence of some lowly prisoner… although Evaine gave off the impression that she was much more than that…
Qiyana returned after she gathered herself, marching back to Evaine's kneeling form before placing it in front of her, a black bowl which you would leave water for a dog in…
"Surely… this isn't for me." Said Evaine.
"It is, Evaine," Qiyana said the name mockingly, eyes widening as it left her mouth. Just saying it made The Empress feel dizzy, overwhelmed by this warmth that spread throughout her body before it most noticeably gathered between her… thighs. Qiyana had to close her eyes and take a deep breath, regaining herself. "Drink, fool."
Evaine stared at the bowl for a moment, groaning before bending forward to obey The Empress, unable to do so as she was stopped by the short length of the chains linked to the cuffs around her wrists. The Empress bit her bottom lip and placed her hands on her hips, amused with watching the prisoner struggle for a few moments before she gently pushed the bowl forward with her foot.
"Sorry," Qiyana said mockingly.
Evaine rose her head and tilted it confusedly at Qiyana, ignoring her own worries before continuing. As she craned forward to take a sip, mere inches away from the bowl, she was stopped again. This time, by the bottom of The Empress's shoe which pressed against her forehead.
"Why are you here, Evaine?"
The warmth flowing through Qiyana got even more intense…
"I don't know," She replied. There was just a hint of sarcasm.
Qiyana didn't know how to respond to that, perhaps because, the warmth had spread into heat, at her loins. She had to bite her bottom lip again, frustrated that it felt like she was being unravelled. Her heart was racing, as it always did when she treated prisoners like this. But… it was racing this time for a different reason… and Qiyana felt like she was beginning to realize why.
"Go ahead…" Qiyana muttered, moving her foot away to let Evaine drink from the bowl.
Or not.
The Empress kicked it, perhaps to try and convince herself she was in control here.
"T-that wouldn't have happened if you had answered me with some respect!" Qiyana stammered, intimidated by the wide-eyed stare she was getting from Evaine.
And as Evaine rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance, Qiyana couldn't help but feel that something was stirring within her. She knew for sure, why her heart was racing inside her chest. It was from lust. She had to turn away and take yet another deep breath of air, closing her eyes as she couldn't ignore the pleasurable sensation that came from her silk brassiere beneath her fabric rubbing against her firm nipples. Evaine was turning The Empress on. And Qiyana, one who has never been attracted to anyone else before, didn't know how to deal with this.
"T-tell me again, Evaine…" Muttered Qiyana, turning around before squatting down, crowning Evaine's head with her hand so that they could make eye contact. "T-tell me where you are from?"
"I… don't know."
Qiyana furrowed her brow. She had no script, or proper methodology to talk to Evaine. She was just here for… no good reason.
"W-who are you then?"
"Evaine."
A slap, just as hard as the one before it. Once Evaine recovered, she returned to looking at Qiyana but remained silent. She knew she deserved that one.
"N-not anymore you are…" Said The Empress, licking her lips at the sight of the weakened, beautiful prisoner. "Y-you're my property, now…"
"W-what makes you think you can own me?" Evaine asked.
Qiyana laughed and then stood up, gesturing to the walls which surrounded them. "I… I-"
She could barely speak, too focused on the dampening situation on her thighs, the firmness of her nipples. That last slap lit Qiyana's loins ablaze...
"I- already own you!" The Empress stammered. "Don't you know who I am?"
Evaine didn't reply, and Qiyana stomped her foot on the ground and clenched her hands into fists by her hips in frustration. She couldn't believe that this idiot didn't know who she was!
"I am the Empress of Ixaocan! Qiyana!" She said. "You are lucky to be in my presence! Let alone be living!"
Evaine laughed.
And Qiyana became livid. She wouldn't let her position be laughed at like that, no matter how pitiful she has been demonstrating herself as. She used her powers to lift the water which had spilt onto the floor, smiling as Evaine watched in amazement as it flowed back into the dog bowl. And then Qiyana began to chuckle as she lifted the dog bowl with her hands, walking over to Evaine before she held it above her head, and turned it over.
"Y-you bitch…!" Evaine yelled.
"...What?"
The bowl went flying across the room again, and Evaine lifted her head, wet hair clinging even more to her face, licking her lips to get some form of hydration.
And this stare… doused the fire at Qiyana's loins.
With gasoline.
All that anger within Qiyana was met by her lust, perhaps even surprised by it. She could feel herself literally dripping with arousal as she marched forward and grabbed Evaine by her hair, yanking her to her feet as the chains rattled around them. Evaine stood nearly a head and a half above The Empress, but that didn't intimidate her one bit. Instead,m it fueled her even more. Qiyana's eyes lowered slowly, widening as they saw how large the breasts were at Evaien's chest, her tongue running across her lips as she stopped hard nipples pushed against the wet fabric around her skin.
Without thinking, Qiyana grabbed them.
And Evaine moaned.
"T-these are mine now…" Qiyana said, her voice shaking, heart viciously thumping within her chest. She didn't expect that reaction, booth out of Evaine, and herself. She's never this out of… order. And she didn't even try to regain control of herself as her hands gently squeezed into Evaien's breasts, not even noticing that Evaine herself, wasn't protesting even the slightest.
"Y-you're mine now." The Empress muttered, knowing this wasn't the proper way to deal with a prisoner who had just insulted her…
Rivulets of excitement had run their way down to Qiyana's ankles, beneath her garments, reaching so deep because her womanhood had started leaking the moment she entered this cell. She's never experienced arousal due to someone else before, so she never knew it could be so intense. It was all too much for The Empress, especially considering that she was a… virgin. But despite her sexual inexperience, The Empress's fingers continued down Evaine's lovely body, steering her steep curves with entranced eyes before she reached her hips, shocked to see that the length of her dress hard… shortened.
And that was because something was hoisting it up.
"W-what's that?" Qiyana muttered, looking up to see a wide grin on Evaine's blushing face.
Evaine had this conniving smirk on her lips, and for some reason, it made The Empress feel uneasy. Nervously, she grabbed the hem of Evaine's dress and almost hesitated to yank it up, gasping as she saw something she never expected to find on a woman...
A big, long, thick cock.
Qiyana felt as if she had broken out of a stupor she was never in, jumping back into her body as she anxiously gulped. She felt… intimidated by what stood erect at Evaine's groin. It was so… large… that it made the virgin Empress of Ixaocan feel weak…
...And curious.
"Afraid, are we Empress?" The prisoner chuckled.
"N-no!"
But Evaine wasn't buying it. She laughed, and that pissed Qiyana off. She stomped a foot down on the ground as she let go of Evaine's dress. "I am the Empress! You cannot talk to me like this!"
Evaine scoffed. "So what? What are you gonna do about it, girl."
Qiyana rose her hand in the air and Evaine closed her eyes and turned away, preparing to be slapped again. But nothing happened. In the corner of The Empress's eyes, she saw how gravity could do nothing to pull Evaine's dress back down over her length. And like gravity, Qiyana felt that risen hand of hers being pulled to what stood erect between Evaine's thighs, knowing that she had lost control of herself…
It throbbed in her hand, just as intensely as the beat of her own heart.
"Ah…" Evaine moaned.
Qiyana's heart came to a complete stop. Her senses faded away and all she could focus on was the firmness of her nipples, the bumps crawling across her skin, the juices that soaked her own panties… And then it came rushing back to her, her hearing, her sight, her sense of touch. She was reminded that in her hand, was a lovely, big cock. One that her hand should start stroking right away…
So she did. And then Evaine moaned again.
And the apprehensive stare that was just on Qiyana's face for a second, withered away. And that's because she had sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, flustered greatly by… the thrill she felt from sliding her hand back and forth along her prisoner's cock.
"Oh…" Evaine moaned, eyes falling shut. "H-how… interesting…"
The Empress stopped just when she realized exactly what she was doing, finding it so hard to pull herself away from Evaine. But when she did… she regretted it. She felt immediately resisting the urge to return to her and stroke that cock again...
"Come back…" Evaine muttered, a conniving smirk on her lips as her lust-filled eyes roamed Qiyana's body. "Show me how The Empress treats her prisoners…"
She sounded so sly, but so desperate at the same time. It was like Evaine herself was putting on an act, pretending to be in control of herself, as if she didn't have the look on her face that she needed Qiyana to come back and stroke her cock. But The Empress didn't because she had to address the lack of respect first, standing with her feet apart as she pointed at Evaine as her other hand rested against her hip.
"Y-you're my property!" The Empress declared. "You cannot speak to me like that!"
"So do something."
Qiyana didn't know what that would be though. She just... couldn't think. Not about discipline or control. She could only think about Evaine and her… cock, and how intensely she was being stared at by some lowly prisoner…
...And then that's when Qiyana realized, that's where her power lied.
Qiyana chuckled, seeing how Evaine's cock twitched at the sight of her. For a second there, Qiyana forgot that she too enamoured people. She smirked as Evaine kept her eyes glued to her, hands moving behind her so that slowly, she could remove the dress she was often seen wearing. Evaine's cock throbbed at every inch of skin that Qiyana revealed, and once Qiyana was without her dress, she held it in front of herself to veil her torso.
"Beg me, Evaine~." Said Qiyana. "Beg me, to throw my dress aside."
"M-move it…" Evaine panted like a dog.
"Hmph. Where are your manners?" Qiyana laughed, her tone bratty as ever, frustrated that she wasn't being treated the way she's always treated.
Evaine's cock bounced as she bit her lip. "P-please…"
Qiyana groaned in frustration and rolled her eyes. "That's not enough."
"E-Empress… p-please… move y-"
Qiyana didn't let her finish. She was too eager to show herself off, too excited to some prisoner's reaction to seeing her glorious flesh. Her dress fell to the floor so that Evaine could finally see how her large, brown breasts were barely contained by an intricate brassiere, green like her eyeliner with ostentatious gold trimming. The Empress felt so redeemed when she saw how her prisoner's jaw had nearly joined her dress on the floor, eyes twinkling as they locked with Qiyana's bosom.
"Marvelous, aren't they?" Qiyana asked as she grabbed her breasts in her hands, moving them up and down teasingly as she chuckled at her prisoner's dogged expression.
Evaine nodded her head, confirming to Qiyana what she already knew about her breasts, appeasing The Empress as she finally felt that was getting her way… And getting her way like this was… turning her on. A lot. Her hands squeezed and jounced her breasts without the motive to tease the prisoner anymore, it only did so to please Qiyana. She had to bite her lips to silence any pitiful moans from leaving her lips, hesitating to release her chest from her hands so that she could move them to her waist, placing her hands on her hips before chuckling.
"Do you see how lovely my curves are, Evaine?" Qiyana asked. "My breasts, so large, my waist, tiny, hips, round…"
Just describing herself so crudely was driving The Empress wild. Her vision felt blurry and her chest felt heavy, arousal overwhelming her. She had to force her thumbs to dip into the waistline of her pants, biting her lip again, this time even harder before taking a deep breath through her nose before continuing. Qiyana bent forward and gave her prisoner an intense, lust-filled stare. And then, she turned around, letting Evaine see the wonder of the world that was her lower body.
"My ass… my thighs…so beautiful," Qiyana said.
Slowly, The Empress rolled her pants down her legs, ecstatic that she was flaunting her own gorgeous body like this. Her ass was so big, that she had to strain herself to get the waistline of her pants past it, but once she did, Evaine was greeted by the lovely sight of her massive, perfect, and beautiful backside which swallowed a pair of ornate panties that matched her bra. Qiyana bit her bottom lip and let her prisoner enjoy the sight for a bit before continuing with pushing her pants down, unintentionally revealing to Evaine the rivers of lust that were running down her thick, lovely thighs…
"Y-you're lucky to be seeing something so… wonderful." Said The Empress, kicking her pants aside. She couldn't tell if she was doing this to arouse Evaine, or herself…
Qiyana had to take a deep breath before turning around, placing her hands on her ups as she flaunted herself with an arrogant grin. Down between Evaine's thighs, was a cock that looked even longer than before, harder than before. It throbbed and bounced, and even though Qiyana was feeling as bratty as ever… she was still a little anxious. She feared… that she couldn't handle something so big in her tight, virgin pussy…
She froze for a second. Why couldn't she handle it? The Empress of Ixaocan could handle anything!
"You look like an animal in heat!" The Empress said, biting her lip, watching Evaine's cock closely… Why did she think that beast would be entering her?
"I…" Evaine stopped, closing her eyes for a brief moment before shaking her head with amusement. "Speaking to me, or yourself, Empress?"
Qiyana stepped forward and slapped Evaine's face.
"Learn your place…" Qiyana muttered, chuckling as Evaine kept her head turned away, recoiling from the pain. Qiyana couldn't help but slap her again for no good reason other than it excited her.
"D-do you want me to stroke your cock?" The Empress asked. Her eyes widened. Why did she ask such a thing? Why is she speaking without thinking?
Evaine bit her bottom lip and then nodded, returning her gaze to Qiyana's. There was no anger, or anguish in it anymore. Just lust.
"T-then beg me to do so." Said Qiyana. The words spilled from her mouth like wine from a turned-over goblet. Her filter was turned off.
Evaine's full lips parted for a moment, but then they twisted into a conniving smirk. She could recognize Qiyana's arousal and eagerness to do what she ordered Evaine to beg for, but she wanted to see The Empress beg for it instead. And this silence frustrated Qiyana. Her brow twitched as she couldn't imagine how Evaine was resisting her. She looked down to see how her massive cock twitched up and down, pulsating like a frantic heart, knowing how much better it would look with her elegant hand around it…
"Beg me…!" Qiyana angrily muttered, placing her fingers against Evaine's cock. So badly, she wanted to stroke it. It was as if there was some outer force urging her to do so.
But Evaine remained quiet.
And Qiyana couldn't wait for the response that was never going to come. Her fingers tried their best to coil around Evaine's girth, but they couldn't. They were so small in comparison. And despite that intimidating The Empress, it didn't stop her. Slowly, she slid her hand towards Evaine's stomach, watching how the skin around her cock followed, stopping once her hand came against her pelvis.
And it was as if she had a sudden realization. Why was she doing this? Pleasuring her prisoner? She should've been torturing her and this definitely wasn't that...
So she let go.
...
Evaine opened her eyes with a look of disappointment and defeat, eliciting a chuckle out of Qiyana. Finally, she had received the look she wanted out of her prisoner, but she never thought it would've been achieved like this…
"Tell me why you are down here," Qiyana asked. As she waited for a reply, she couldn't help but notice how vacant her hand felt. It ached with the urge to grab Evaine's massive cock again…
"I…" Evaine opened her eyes and clenched her teeth. "I… can't remember…"
Qiyana rose her hand to slap Evaine for such a stupid response, but instead, it sought her breasts. And then the other came to join it. Harshly, The Empress squeezed into them, chuckling at the enjoyment she got out of playing with what felt like a new toy to her. The questioning was just mindless talking, a facade that Qiyana was actually here to interrogate Evaine and not just have fun with her…
"You're not resisting at all…" The Empress chuckled.
That chuckle didn't last long as Qiyana was startled by what felt like a thousand pounds pulling at her right hand. And soon enough, something throbbed within her hand, something just at the height of her thighs. And without giving it a second thought, Qiyana wrapped her fingers tight around it, knowing this - Evaine's cock - is what pulled her hand down to grab it.
Her hand felt so small compared to what it ensnared, and even though it intimidated her, it didn't make her hesitate to start stroking - that happened almost autonomously. Each time her hand slid back and forth, it felt like it was switching between two separate time zones, traversing a few miles from the head of it to her pelvis.
"Ah…" Moaned Evaine.
And hearing that annoyed Qiyana. She opened her mouth to say something, to make it seem as if she wasn't enjoying this… but it was obvious that she was. And then she began to question herself. How did it even get to this point? Why did she even come down here? She forgot... and she didn't seem to care to remember why. Perhaps because she was enjoying what it had led to so much...
"W-why are you doing this to me…?" Evaine muttered.
Qiyana paused to come up with some excuse, but she realized she didn't have to.
"Because I want to. I can do whatever I want with the things that I own." Said The Empress, sounding so full of herself like the privileged brat she was.
"You… don't… ugh…" Evaine's words were shaky and between soft moans. "Own me…"
"I do!" Said Qiyana. And she wanted to prove it… by grabbing Evaine's massive cock...
With both her hands.
And even though she had all ten fingers coiled around her prisoner's length, Evaine's cock was still half uncovered. Qiyana bit her bottom lip and nervously gulped, watching closely as her tiny hands slid back and forth in unison. There was so much distance to travel, that within a few strokes, her arms starting growing tired. The Empress began to pant as much as Evaine did, her knees closing together as she felt the urge to fall upon them. But she refused to do so. Such a position would be too disgraceful for The Empress of Ixaocan to be in, especially in front of some lowly prisoner.
Oh…" Evaine moaned.
She began to thrust her hips into Qiyana's moving hands, groaning and moaning as her huge cock was treated so wonderfully. But The Empress was having none of that.
"Stop." Ordered Qiyana.
But Evaine didn't. She continued thrusting her enormous cock between Qiyana's idle hands, eyes shut, head tilted back. She looked like she was in so much bliss. So The Empress let go like the brat she was. She wanted utmost obedience. But disobedience was not what The Empress would get, but she was satisfied with what she did. A disappointed frown.
"D-did you… want to cum?" Qiyana slowly asked, an amused grin coming to her lips. "Is that it, Evaine?"
"Beg me, and I will let you." The Empress said, her grin getting even wider. It was all coming together. She knew what she would do to make Evaine twist.
"Please." She begged right away.
Qiyana tilted her head, expecting more.
"Please… Empress."
A smile came to Qiyana's face. She wrapped all her fingers around Evaine's cock again. "Go on. Continue what you were doing."
Evaine hesitated, but the warmth of The Empress's tight grip urged her to proceed. Her eyes fell shut and she thrust her length forward, moaning as she felt her veins gliding against the creases in Qiyana's fingers. She clenched every muscle before she slid out, taking a deep breath before driving back in. And she couldn't stop. Not until she could cum. Hastily, she was pumping into The Empress's still hands, her breasts bouncing alongside her zealous rhythm as her teeth ground against each climax was approaching, and for some reason, Qiyana knew.
So before Evaine could cum, she let go of her length.
"Empress…" Evaine groaned. She sounded so defeated, panting as she opened her eyes to see how she was being grinned at.
"What's wrong, my prisoner?" Asked Qiyana, stepping closer.
Evaine was going to say the obvious, but before she could, her cock was grabbed again, but this time, with just one hand.
"Don't move." The Empress ordered. This time, her voice was full of authority, much more than any time before.
A conniving smirk came to her full lips as she lifted her prisoner's length to stand between them, moving so close that she practically was pressed up against her, Evaine's huge cock sandwiched between their abdomens. Qiyana sunk her teeth into her bottom lip nervously as she saw how its length travelled a few inches past her navel despite its base starting at the crest of her womanhood. And as it twitched and throbbed against her stomach, Qiyana couldn't help but imagine how this thing would destroy her, barely able to fit inside her tight, virgin pussy as it hammered away at her womb like the girls in her most-favourite stories would enjoy...
"Not today…" Qiyana muttered. She wasn't prepared for it. But like everything else in her life… she will be eventually. She will conquer it, doing so by having all of it inside of her…
The Empress backed away a step and without thinking, pushed Evaine's length between her legs. And for some reason, that felt like where it belonged… Their height difference made it so that Qiyana's dripping pussy was sitting on top of it, excitement seeping through her panties, drowning Evaine's meat, leaving the prisoner panting as she began to move on her own again.
"S-stop!" Qiyana frantically stammered. The friction of Evaine's huge cock sliding against her pussy through her panties was far too intense for The Empress. Her breath was stolen away as it felt like she had been practically penetrated...
Evaine didn't obey. She whimpered and thrust between Qiyana's soft thighs again.
"Evaine! S-stop!" The Empress demanded, but it felt as if Evaine's cock had entered her again. She had to take a deep breath of air and place both her hands against Evaine's sternum, pushing against it hard to keep her still, giving herself a few seconds to regain her composure. But once she did, The Empress couldn't help but feel an itch against her womb. An itch she knew wouldn't go away unless it would be scratched away by the tip of Evaine's cock…
"I-I can't…" Qiyana muttered, sounding almost defeated.
So badly she wanted that cock inside of her to take care of that itch, but it pained her that she knew she couldn't handle it. She was too scared to even try. She's only penetrated herself… never by anyone else. But even then, Qiyana still wanted to pretend. Her hands slowly slid their way down to clutch her prisoner's hips, and then she pressed her thick thighs together, clamping Evaine's cock tight between. The excitement that had stained Qiyana's thighs and had drenched her panties did well to lubricate her prisoner's length in just the single moment it's been there. And because of that, it made it so easy for Qiyana to do what she was about to do next.
Pretend.
The Empress pulled her hips away from Evaine, eyes falling shut as her womanhood slid atop her length while her thighs glided along the sides of it. She stopped just a few inches as she felt the head of Evaine's cock twitching against what felt like her bare pussy, the fabric of her panties so wet that fabric was nearly thinned out completely… It took everything within The Empress for her to resist the urge she had to peel her undergarments aside and take Evaine inside of her. She thought that if this felt so good, then how much better would it be if it were inside of her?
"Oh…" Qiyana muttered. She hated how inexperienced she was. She wanted Evaine's cock inside of her so badly…
Desperately The Empress needed a distraction, moving her hands down so that her nails could sink into the flesh of her prisoner's surprisingly supple ass. And then, she used the newfound leverage to pull herself back in, moaning as her southern lips rode the edges of Evaine's cock.
"I… get to do… anything I want… to you…" Muttered Qiyana. There was no hint of a selfish, arrogant empress anymore. Just the wavering voice of a woman who is being controlled by her lust, arousal dropping in her tone. But the brattiness was still there. She still felt entitled as ever...
The Empress focused on moving her hips in and out, drunk from the sensation of sliding her pussy against the top of her prisoner's cock. She's never experienced such amazing pleasure like this before. It was so new to her. It was as if this was what she was missing all her life. So quickly, she became infatuated.
And it wasn't even inside her yet…
And her hips began to move just as quickly. This was technically her first time having sex, although there was no penetration. So she couldn't keep herself in line. She was going so quick that stars began to spin behind her closed eyelids, her ears ringing as her stomach got tight. The Empress looked like a complete slut, her body on fire, her chest heaving as she listened to her wet womanhood glide back and forth despite there being a barrier - albeit nearly non-existent - of opulent fabric between it and what she was riding. She could listen to this forever, and do this forever. All the stress that gathered in her throughout the day was so easily defeated by this sexual ecstasy. Ecstasy, and then euphoria too. And that was because The Empress of Ixaocan had slid herself to completion on her prisoner's cock.
...
She was supposed to be the one in control, but she couldn't even control herself. How could one even hope to hold a position of authority in such a sorry state? Quivering against their prisoner? How could they look strong, when their body looked became weak from what looked to be their first real orgasm…
An orgasm that took only a minute to happen...
And what about the prisoner? She was going insane, too. She could do nothing but watch as her cock was used to make Qiyana cum, so close herself to experiencing her own. And she didn't even get to enter her. Evaine forgot she was a captive in some foreign land, that she could potentially meet a brutal demise. Right now, she only cared for her carnal desire, and she had to watch as The Empress - the woman whose prison she was locked within - came in front of her... Frustrated was putting her mental state lightly. She was unhinged and so overwhelmingly envious…
"P-please." She muttered.
That slight arrogance in Evaine's voice was gone, replaced by a hint of desperation and lust. And she began to mutter as she could feel herself throbbing against the leaking faucet that was Qiyana's pussy still sitting atop her cock, trying her best to move so that she could continue sliding against it…
"P-please make me cum…" Evaine begged.
And hearing that woke Qiyana up from her post-climax stupor. Her ears were wide open. Everything was coming back to her.
"...What?" Said The Empress, a smile coming to her lip. "Is that what you want?"
"Y-yes… E-Empress…"
The pitiful begging coming from Evaine's mouth lit Qiyana on fire. Her smile twisted into a conniving grin as she slid herself back, seeing how Evaine's cock was dripping from her cum, jouncing in the air with the desire to be surrounded again. Qiyana too could feel a jouncing between her thighs, and she didn't hesitate to drop a hand below and peel aside her panties so…
"No…" Qiyana muttered, closing her thighs together and taking a deep breath, trying to contain herself. "Y-you don't get… what you want…"
"P-please…"
The Empress was shocked to hear her prisoner respond, and that's because she was talking to herself…
"M-maybe you will…" Said Qiyana, directly speaking to Evaine now... "If you beg well enough..."
Evaine closed her eyes and the most pitiful look came to her face. "P-please…" She muttered, biting her bottom lip. "E-Empress… Make m-"
A slap shut Evaine up.
"More!" Qiyana demanded, hand on her hip. She was finally back to her true self, and that's because seeing someone beg her for something was her favourite enjoyment, second to denying them, and third to getting her way...
"E-Empress…" Evaine muttered, her cock falling to the ground before it bounced straight back up. "I… beg y-"
Another slap for her own no good reason other than her own amusement. Qiyana was done with Evaine - at least for the night. She felt like she had to get out of this room before she would do something brash, although that ship has already sailed…
"What is it that you want most, Evaine?" Qiyana asked.
"F-for you to make me cum…" Evaine groaned.
Qiyana bit her lip and watched her prisoner's cock twitch. So badly, Qiyana wanted to appease Evaine's pleas… but where would be the fun in that? This was her new toy, and she planned on wringing all the enjoyment out of her. And The Empress would do so by making Evaine beg to cum, denying her wish, before getting what she wants. And what Qiyana wanted was pleasure from Evaine, and pleasure from torturing Evaine.
Or more specifically, Evaine's cock.
A tiny puddle had begun to collect between Qiyana's feet. All this thinking was driving her insane. She took a deep breath and grabbed Evaine's dress, pulling it down to conceal her meat.
"E-Empress… don't -"
"I am done with you." Said Qiyana, licking her lips at the bulge she saw beneath Evaine's tattered dress.
She stepped away and could feel how her thighs gilded against each other, slickened generously by her own excitement. Her heart was racing and her pussy was aching to be filled. She had to leave the room now.
"Maybe tomorrow night, I'll make you cum." Said Qiyana, lifting the water that had spilt all over the room with her powers before dropping it back in the dog bowl, leaving it a foot in front of Evaine. "I just didn't feel like doing so tonight…"
The Empress then grabbed her clothes and quickly left.
And then ran to her room.
She grabbed the biggest dildo she had and jumped onto her bed, laying on her back as she spread her legs wide and slid aside her panties. And then, she shoved that dildo straight into her pussy, crying out in pleasure as her toes curled up, clutching her sheets with her other hand before going to pounding her womanhood with the same passion she wished she could handle Evaine's…
But even her biggest dildo was just half the size of Evaine's cock. This was not nearly enough to prepare Qiyana. Nonetheless, she still trained with it… nearly the entire night. The Empress had came so many times that it had surpassed the times she had throughout her life prior. And once she was too tired to continue, she began to expand her knowledge. Book after book, she read about torture through sexual means - bondage, denying, edging, domination. And knowing she would have to apply this knowledge with Evaine, and Evaine's lovely cock... filled her with lust again. Multiple towels were sprawled across her bed, her pussy sore and tired as she dozed away after her… umpteenth orgasm.
She was still not prepared to take Evaine inside of her… but maybe, she might try...
Author's Note: Been a while since I lated uploaded. I just have a lot less free time than I did way back then.
Anyways, thought of this one while I was writing Maid to Please 3: Syndra's Curse and needed to do something with best girl Qiyana. Sorrry for those who don't like futa, but it's my new love.