The Empress was a complete mess the next morning, and that was because Evaine's big, thick, cock was all she could think about. It was impossible for her to keep herself together. Whenever possible, her hands sought places which they had become well acquainted with since last night. Her panties had been drenched so thoroughly that she had no choice but to peel them off and dispose of them.
But that was a mistake.
Without any underwear, her pants had become soaked too, and knowing that the next pair wouldn't last more than a minute, she opted to slip into a body-hugging, jade green dress with a skirt far too short for her own good...
Another mistake.
With such intense arousal and easy access to her dripping womanhood, Qiyana's own lustful actions left her inner thighs wet as a waterfall, easily visible to all who would dare be caught staring. And while her people's glances were usually discreet, today they weren't. Not when they saw how their Empress's curves were wrapped tight in such a racy garment, her glistening, caramel skin catching the light so beautifully that it practically forced them to stare. She knew she couldn't continue the day like this, and so, Qiyana, instead of going at night, had her schedule cleared before finding herself entering Evaine's cell an hour before noon...
The moment the door opened, Evaine's chains rattled as she jolted awake. Somehow, she had managed to fall asleep on her pale knees which were red from chafing against the cold hard floor. The dog bowl Qiyana had left was gone, proving that someone was taking care of Evaine despite her still looking as pitiful as she did last night. But The Empress didn't feel a bit of sympathy. She laughed, making sure to hide behind her back the cold cup of water she had brought in with her.
"No point of being on edge…" Said Qiyana. "It's not like you can do anything in those chains…"
"That's what you think." Replied Evaine, her voice hoarse and tired.
The Empress furrowed her brow as she met Evaine's glare, strutting forward to eliminate the distance between them.
"Really?'' Qiyana asked, staring down at Evaine's kneeling form. "What can you do?"
She grabbed Evaine's purple hair and pulled up, the prisoner's brow furrowing as she winced in pain, rising to her feet quickly before strands were taken.
"Nothing." Said Qiyana, giggling as she fixed Evaine's hair. "You're weak and pitiful."
"Undo these chains and find out."
And The Empress replied to that, with a slap to the prisoner's cheek.
"You were put in these chains because of your lack of strength," Qiyana stated, eyes scanning Evaine's body before her bottom lip became trapped between her teeth. "All you can hope to do now is knock me up -".
Qiyana's eyes went wide from saying something unfiltered, feeling as if she had accidentally voiced her true… desires. She shook her head and cleared her throat. "OUT - with that… bat between your legs…"
The Empress pressed her thighs together nervously as she hoped Evaine wouldn't say anything, quickly glancing up at her face to see a conniving smirk upon it. It was clear that Evaine had heard, and so Qiyana nervously averted her eyes back down before noticing the huge bulge hiding beneath the prisoner's purple dress…
"E-excited to see me?" Qiyana anxiously stammered.
Qiyana pulled Evaine's dress up to reveal the aforementioned bat, and just the sight of it made The Empress lose herself for a moment. Her eyes shut as she tried to compose herself, but all she could see were the hundreds of images she had ingrained of Evaine's cock behind her shut eyelids. And as her imagination went wild, down between her legs, her pussy, and for some reason, her mouth, ached with this urgency to be vacant no longer…
"Look - at how hard you are…" Qiyana flusteredly muttered, opening her eyes to see her prisoner's thick erection pointing right at her…
The Empress's authoritative tone dripped with as much arousal as her womanhood did. She was hardly in control, her usual brattiness absent as she suspected that Evaine knew she was mentally dishevelled. It felt like she had to peel her eyes away from the huge cock below, and when she looked up, she saw how Evaine's eyes were locked onto her clothed bosom.
"Thirsty, girl?" Qiyana chuckled, using this as an opportunity to distract the both of them, pulling her hand out from behind her back to reveal the cup of water she brought with her.
Evaine lifted her eyes from Qiyana's sweaty, brown breasts and nodded her head as her tongue licked her lips. "Yes."
Seeing how Evaine lusted after Qiyana instilled her with confidence and quickly returned her to her bratty, arrogant self. She remembered she was the reason why Evaine's cock was as hard as the concrete they were standing on, and she began to think that perhaps all men in Ixaocan are hiding erections like this whenever their eyes lay upon her own glorious body, especially in this dress. The Empress grinned and erased what little distance she had between herself and her imprisoned subject, taking her only free hand and wrapping its fingers around its neck. And as she tightened her grip, the act of this, and her wild imagination of prior thoughts led her to bite her own bottom lip to deal with her extreme arousal…
"Open… your mouth." Qiyana panted. She was almost out of breath by the deafening beat of her lusting heart as she slid her hand up Evaine's neck so that she would be forced to tilt her head.
Evaine's lips parted and then, The Empress lifted the cup to meet them.
"Thirsty for me, or the water?" Asked Qiyana. The brat had to hear the painfully obvious answer.
"T-the water," Evaine muttered. She didn't want to give Qiyana the satisfaction of hearing what she wanted.
"Hmph." The Empress laughed, placing the cup of water against her prisoner's lower lip before slowly tilting it forward, only letting a little bit of water fall into her mouth before stopping, watching as it was quickly swallowed up before being followed by a sigh of relief. Normally, Qiyana's stubbornness would refuse to do this until Evaine would admit she was lusting for The Empress, but, Qiyana's lust was so intense, that she could barely focus on maintaining her character.
"If you want more, then admit it, Evaine." Said Qiyana. "You're aroused by me."
Again, The Empress would normally wait for an answer, but she couldn't hold herself back. That hand she had around Evaine's neck began to slowly slither down her body, eventually making way to the hem of her raised dress before grabbing what was beneath it. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be this hard."
"I-I am…" Evaine admitted. And hearing that made Qiyana smile with satisfaction. But she wanted more.
"And who am I to you?" Asked The Empress.
"...Some… bitch."
Qiyana's brow furrowed so hard a vein nearly burst as she threw a mini-tantrum, spilling the rest of the water on Evaine's head before throwing it across the room. She huffed angrily and placed her hands on her hips, stomping her feet on the ground as she stood with them far apart like a brat who wasn't getting her way.
"I am your master!" Qiyana shouted. "The woman whose prison you are captive in!"
And what did Qiyana do with her anger?
Grab Evaine's cock again, of course.
"And despite me being your greatest enemy, you are lusting for me!"
"A-about as much as you are lusting for me."
The Empress groaned with frustration. She hated that she couldn't get to torment Evaine just exactly the way she wanted. It was too difficult. And Qiyana knew it was because of how much influence Evaine's cock had over her. And when The Empress looked down at it, she hardly wished to put on her act anymore. Evaine was just some prisoner who belonged to Qiyana, and it was her right to use her body the way she wanted. She was done with talking and wanted to make that obvious as she spat upon Evaine's huge slab of meat before hands began to slide back and forth to lubricate it generously…
"Oh…" Evaine moaned, head falling back as Qiyana's hands stroked her member. "Anyone w-would lust for someone who does such perverse things to them…"
"...But don't you lust for me because of my beauty…?"
"Your body… sure - but that's not my choice. But, you?" Evaine chuckled. "No. You're not my type."
And Qiyana didn't understand that. How could she not be her type? She was perfect. She was everyone's type! And she dealt with her frustration by harshly thrusting her hands forward upon Evaine's cock, pulling its skin back.
Evaine groaned, contracting for a moment with her teeth clenched. "Y-you're too much of a brat."
The Empress, hearing that one too many times in her upbringing, pursed her lip and moved one hand from Evaine's cock so that it could strike her reddening face. Like Evaine's cheek, Qiyana's body began to throb with warmth too, but this warmth was spawned from intense arousal and not pain. Qiyana scanned her prisoner's body. It was… nice - nothing to the extreme perfection that Qiyana thought hers was - but The Empress did have to admit that it was… nice. Maybe a little too nice. Her pale skin contrasted the caramel glory of Ixaocan's people. It made her look like some foreign jewel to be worth treasuring, and that pissed Qiyana off. She was tired of seeing Evaine in such a composed state. She wanted to make this white slut beg for once.
The Empress strut forward and bitterly clenched her teeth as she knelt at Evaine's feet. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been on her knees since becoming Empress, disgusted that her lust was causing her to do so, glaring up at the woman who spawned such lust. Compared to when Qiyana had first entered the cell, their positions had switched. It was as if Evaine, the one with her arms and legs spread by the chains they were bound to, was the one controlling The Empress, and she was doing so with just her cock. And Qiyana hated this. She hated how some cock was ruling her so easily. She kissed her teeth and looked forward, seeing how it pointed right at her. It was like standing at the end of a bridge, miles between her and the other side. And it was also like staring down the barrel of a fully-loaded gun, one that Qiyana refused to let fire no matter what.
Qiyana couldn't help but gape at Evaine's length in awe, drooling out the corner of her open mouth like some starved mutt, her pussy throbbing as much as her heart did as the vacancy of it, and her mouth were now becoming much more apparent. She could feel her own volition slipping away, like she was being lulled into a trance just by being so close to Evaine's cock. And then slowly, Qiyana began to move her head closer, but when she saw just how close she was, she shook her head and slipped back into consciousness that she hadn't realized she was losing...
Qiyana wiped the saliva off from her chin and took a deep breath of air, worried by how she was about to suck some prisoner's cock while on her knees. 'How pitiful. That would not be fitting for The Empress of Ixaocan to do,' Qiyana thought. But what Qiyana didn't realize was that her title was just a title and it meant nothing to her carnal desires. And those carnal desires were hard to suppress so long as Evaine was in her thoughts, impossible if she were in the same room. So it was inevitable when The Empress quickly fell back into her lustful trance as all ten of her fingers only managed to wrap the first half of Evaine's cock, grabbing it tight as her face closed in.
Her stubbornness was trying its best to put up a fight against the intense, governing lust within herself, and it was just enough to give her back her body for a moment. Qiyana gasped when she saw what was throbbing in her hands, realizing again that she was about to suck Evaine's cock. But when her hands moved away in a panic, they did not go where she had wanted them to. Instead, they sought the bust of her dress and yanked it down, allowing her large, brown breasts to spill out before Evaine's cock did a high jump at the sight of it…
Even when The Empress thought she was in control, she truly was not. Just why did she get on her knees in the first place? Or even enter the cell, knowing what would happen? She had been anticipating doing this all day, so why was she even trying to stop herself?
Because she was a stubborn brat. One who wanted to at least feel like she had some control here...
The Empress's golden eyes tore away from Evaine's member, looking up to see arousal dressed upon her pale face. She chuckled, reminded that Evaine, too, was subject to her own carnal desires. Qiyana hoped that the prisoner was the one with more lust and that she could stop what she would be doing to her at any time. But those were nothing but hopes as a wide grin came to The Empress's face with newfound confidence spawned from her own foolishness, cupping her large, soft breasts in her hands as an odd idea had suddenly spawned inside her corrupting mind.
"Move your hips forward, and your shoulders back," Qiyana ordered, her tone righteous and just.
Evaine curled her mouth up, confused with what her captor was doing, but she had no choice but to follow her orders - controlled by her own arousal like The Empress. Once that order was fulfilled, she was left with her shoulders back and her lower body forward, making it so that there was an incline to her cock instead of it pointing straight at Qiyana. And then, The Empress straightened her back to be as tall as possible while on her knees, licking her lips before she engulfed Evaine's length within her cleavage. Her heart came to a stop as she looked down and saw how the head of the prisoner's cock was now so close to her face, salivating at the sight of heaven poking out between her tits.
The Empress spat down her cleavage before bringing her breasts more tightly together, suffocating Evaine's girth. And then, she lifted her hands, sliding her breasts up the prisoner's length as she watched the head of it disappear within her caramel mounds, swooning at the way her soft flesh reacted to the hard, hot rod pressing against them. And then, she took the long journey back down until they couldn't go down anymore, and Qiyana froze as she saw just how much of Evaine's length stuck out between her cleavage, the tip of it so close to her face, that it only felt right for her to lower her head and…
But before she could, Evaine thrust out, and The Empress couldn't help but feel disappointed. She couldn't even hide it on her face as she looked up, glad that Evaine had her eyes shut, head tilted back as Qiyana's attention was drawn back down south as her own body was shaken by the force of Evaine slamming deep into her breasts. Before she could even say or do anything, Evaine pulled her hips away before quickly thrusting back in, and Qiyana couldn't help but be amused by the prisoner's eagerness. The Empress held her breasts together in place and watched with bated breath as her tits were fucked, spitting some more to aid the captive's many inches.
"Oh…" Evaine moaned.
Hearing her moan annoyed The Empress. This didn't feel physically good for Qiyana, however, there did come great mental pleasure from seeing how her body was being so lovingly enjoyed, and with it, immense arousal. Watching Evaine's huge, thick cock sliding in and out between her tits was driving The Empress insane. She bit her bottom lip and curled her toes up behind her, squirming as her body shook each time Evaine would thrust harshly into her soft, brown breasts. Qiyana could feel herself leaking like a dripping faucet, strings of her excitement clinging to her inner thighs that were so much wetter now than they were this morning.
The Empress could feel her volition slipping even further away, but she had no time to think of that as it felt like her head was spinning, falling subject to her body's wants as her full, red lips pursed together and her head lowered. With her heart beating nervously, The Empress waited eagerly so that once Evaine finished the next thrust into her tits, she could press her lips… against the tip of her amazing cock for her first kiss.
"Oh…"
The moan startled The Empress because she didn't know such a sound could leave her mouth, but she could hardly enjoy what had just happened as she feared what would be said about The Empress letting some lowly prisoner's cock touch her lips. But when she looked up, she saw that Evaine's eyes had remained shut, face wearing ecstasy, hips still thrusting. She hadn't noticed, and Qiyana smiled as she enjoyed the afterglow of her literal first kiss, looking back down and opening her mouth eagerly for a more tongue involving second...
A lick, to the tip. A moan, louder than the one before, this one from the prisoner's lips. The Empress didn't expect to do that, but she felt like it had to happen, and was glad it did. She enjoyed the hint of salt that sat upon her tongue as she watched Evaine's cock disappear back into the valley of her own wondrous mounds, looking up again to find that Evaine now had her eyes open which were teary and filled with lust. The rebellious prisoner looked so pitiful and submissive for once, subject to her carnal desires without the usual haughtiness that bothered Qiyana so much - like how Qiyana's carnal desires set aside her stubbornness. And this made it so much easier for Qiyana to do what she wanted without any shame - at least, shame that spawned from Evaine's distasteful looks and comments, and not her own belief on how an Empress as glorious as herself should conduct herself.
Qiyana kept her mouth open, and as Evaine's cock slid up between her breasts, she felt an intense, almost magnetic-like pull between it, and her lips. A pull that got stronger with each passing second, magnified by every thrust. It wasn't long before Qiyana finally let it happen, her tongue going from gentle licks, to acting as a spot for Evaine's tip to rest, and when it did, she didn't even have time to process it. Salt, upon her tongue - the vacancy problem her mouth was experiencing being worked on, but not entirely solved. And that was because just the head of Evaine's cock had landed itself between Qiyana's full, red lips… and it stayed right there, still as night. The prisoner had stopped her thrusts, and as The Empress anxiously looked up at Evaine, she silenced any belittling comments that could possibly leave her mouth by sucking the end of what was resting between her breasts.
"Oh…!" Evaine moaned, clenching her teeth before that moan grew muffled.
Qiyana watched with envy as Evaine's pale body tensed up, her musculature showing itself through her almost transparent skin. And then, Qiyana realized what was causing this behaviour out of her prisoner; what she, The Empress, was doing to elicit this reaction. Her eyes draped the prisoner's body, widening at what she caught herself doing. She spat out Evaine's cock from her mouth and stumbled backwards, falling onto her cushioning backside with her heart pounding, unable to shake the peculiar taste that oddly… satisfied her refined taste buds. But the fact that there was a taste at all, confirmed that what she was doing was reality, and not some imaginative daydream spawned from her drunkenly-aroused daze. The Empress couldn't believe just how much control she had lost of herself… Just when did things get so out of hand? When she got onto her knees, or the moment she had entered the room?
It was yesterday, the day she had first laid eyes upon this mysterious prisoner. And the stupor was made permanent the moment she saw what was hidden beneath her dress...
Qiyana looked up at Evaine expecting some sort of snarky remark, but she received none of that. Instead, she saw complete frustration and desperation on her prisoner's face. Evaine looked absolutely pitiful. Her mouth opened and out came this… squeamish, pleading sound, heels lifting from the floor as her cock bounced eagerly, the tip wet with… the saliva from the very mouth of The Empress of Ixaocan…
"W-were you about to cum?" Qiyana asked. Not a bit of confidence was in her tone, but she was trying, albeit not her best, to maintain her regal appearance and adapt to the situation.
"Y-you looked like you belonged with my cock in your mouth…" Evaine muttered.
The prisoner's words echoed in Qiyana's head. She couldn't imagine how pitiful she looked just moments ago… trying to ignore her shame that was nowhere near as intense as her prior... enjoyment. "W-what?!"
"C-come… come back…" Said Evaine. "Stuff that annoying mouth of yours with my cock…"
Qiyana's hands turned into fists as she groaned with frustration. She wanted to be angry with what Evaine had just said but… she couldn't. She wanted to do just exactly what some prisoner had just ordered her to do. But, she didn't want to give Evaine the chance to speak to her in such a manner again. Perhaps, Qiyana should silence the prisoner, but with what? The Empress searched around the room, and as she did so, she couldn't help but notice that where she was just kneeling, was a small, clear puddle of her own… excitement.
"How?" The Empress murmured to herself in disbelief. She couldn't believe that she was wet enough to leave a puddle on the floor…
Beyond that puddle were Evaine's feet, and The Empress's eyes followed them straight up, but not without spending a few moments idolizing her cock. Qiyana was beginning to find that her frustration was subsiding quickly, being replaced with greater arousal as she continued her scan upwards to see that on Evaine's face was a look just as aroused and half as disdainful. And Qiyana hated being looked at that way. She felt so weak on the floor like this despite her prisoner being in chains, noticing that Evaine wasn't meeting her gaze, but instead, looking much lower. And when Qiyana followed Evaine's gaze, she realized just where she was staring. The puddle, and up her skirt. The Empress quickly shut her thighs together to deny the prisoner a sight of wonder, but she was so wet that they audibly clapped together...
"So pitiful…" Evaine laughed.
The Empress kissed her teeth as she stood up, trying her best not to respond to what Evaine had just said as she knew what she would do next would make her shut up. Her hands lowered to the bottom of her dress's short skirt and grabbed it before tugging it inch by inch up her body's angelic curves. And as each inch of brown flesh revealed itself underneath jade, silk fabric, Evaine's uncountable inches jounced eagerly. The prisoner was infatuated with the sight of the stripping Empress, fidgeting impatiently as she watched the elegant, yet skimpy garment be pulled up her thighs, struggling with getting past her wide round hips which were contrasted by her slim waist. It felt like hours had gone by as Evaine's eyes became well-acquainted with Qiyana's uncovered lower half, but then her attention was stolen as she saw brown breasts fall out with nipples as hard as her own cock before The Empress of Ixaocan was left naked with her dress draped over her arms.
"Hmph." The Empress laughed, a bratty smirk coming to her lips as she saw how feverishly Evaine was drinking in the sight of her marvellous body. Qiyana pulled her feet together to accentuate her impossibly perfect, hourglass figure, feeling herself leaking down her own thighs before she turned around to lift her right heel off the ground, flexing her glutes as she pushed hard against the ground with her left foot to exaggerate her astonishing ass.
"Y-you're disgusting…" Evaine muttered, her voice littered with this animalistic hunger. "I-I've never seen someone so… wet."
And hearing Evaine speak reminded Qiyana why she had even removed her dress in the first place. She turned back around and slapped her cheek, and as the prisoner recoiled in pain, The Empress shoved her removed dress into her mouth before knotting it tightly behind her head. Evaine protested into the makeshift gag, and Qiyana chuckled at how incomprehensible she now sounded. This improvisation would do well to satisfy The Empress.
"You're so much better with that disgusting mouth of yours stuffed." Said Qiyana, palming the cheek she had just struck while licking her lips, giving it a light, gentle slap before chuckling at Evaine's pained reaction.
"Now, my prisoner." Said Qiyana, her accent as thick as ever, brattiness ever-apparent now that she knew her lovely voice would never be interrupted by coherent words again. "Do you want me to finish you off?"
Evaine tried to say something, but the sound of her muffled voice made her roll her eyes and exhale an annoyed sigh from her nose.
"No?" Qiyana asked coyly, tilting her head with this mischievous smirk on her lips. She was loving this. Finally, things were going her way.
The Empress turned around and began strutting away, her feet being wetted as she stepped into her own puddle of excitement, ignoring it as she put one hand on her hip as she let the other swing freely amongst her side. And as she strutted away, she could feel how her thick thighs slid so easily against each other, knowing that those same liquids that lubricated them so generously were now on the soles of her feet… It wasn't long before The Empress heard what she expected: the sound of Evaine begging into her gag. Qiyana spun on her heel with a spoiled smirk on her lips, seeing how the prisoner's cock bounced with this desperate rhythm that on its own communicated to The Empress how badly it wanted her. And the woman who that cock belonged to was entranced by the sight of the naked, caramel goddess ahead of her. She continued with attempts of speaking into the dress shoved between her teeth, and it sounded like she was saying 'please' - but it was hard to make out.
"I can't hear you, girl. Are you begging? For me?" Asked Qiyana, pointing at herself so innocently.
Evaine paused for a second before nodding her head defeatedly.
The brat, being satisfied by Evaine's admission, smiled happily as she returned. "I can't blame you - the sight of my wondrous body makes even the walls weep for me to stay."
The Empress pulled the dress gag down, freeing it from Evaine's lips. "Beg, my subject. Tell me h-"
"M-make me c-cum, you s-slu-"
A slap, quick as lightning, had silenced Evaine before she could finish her insult, and then, Qiyana's dress was just as hastily shoved back into her mouth. The Empress's brow twitched with frustration… but she didn't care as much as she normally would have. She just wanted to feel some sort of control. She wanted to convince herself that Evaine wanted her more than she wanted Evaine. But she couldn't tell which was true as she found herself already kneeling on the floor in her own excitement, gulping nervously as she was unsettled by the intense heat that was throbbing within Evaine's impressive length that she was already clutching within her comparably tiny hands. Her tongue traversed quickly across her red lips as she knew she was about to do something so unlike that of an Empress.
Again.
Salt and warmth, between The Empress's royal, red lips. It didn't taste good but it tasted, and more importantly, felt, right. So right, that Qiyana's never-ending stupor turned into this carnal reverie as her mind saw nothing but heavenly premonitions of her mouth filled with Evaine's length. Her usual, insult-lashing tongue flicked gently against the head of the prisoner's cock, and when Evaine moaned, something lit ablaze within Qiyana, something deep within her...
The Empress's hands slid to the base of Evaine's member, and without even realizing it, her lips tried to follow along as her head moved forward to take more of its impressive length into her mouth. Her heart pounded with desire as she observed how both her hands were wrapped around Evaine's cock, only occupying the first half of its length as it felt like the other half was so vulnerable for her mouth to capture, practically begging for her to do so. But The Empress knew such a conquest would be easy - too easy for someone as impressive as her to be proud of. She had to capture it all. She had to take every single inch of Evaine deep into her throat. She couldn't imagine how she would achieve such a feat, but she knew she must get it done before she could even think of leaving this cell.
Because if she couldn't take it all in her mouth, then how could she take it all in her...
The Empress of Ixaocan closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, mouth occupied, to prepare herself for her challenge. But as her eyes shut, she saw tiny little stars dancing behind her eyelids, noticing just how much more she was dripping down below. Just having this little of Evaine's cock inside her mouth was… debilitating. And not because it was hard for her, no, it was because she was enjoying herself so much. When she opened her eyes and tightened her grip around the base of Evaine's cock, it felt like she was holding her own not-so-little piece of heaven, vision blurring before she had to remind herself to breathe...
One inch more is all Qiyana managed to take inside her mouth before the beat of her heart got even more intense, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as this strong sense of anxious adventure began to overwhelm her. Another inhale, then exhale moved through her nose as she had to recompose herself again, a smile coming to the corners of her employed lips as she let inch by inch by inch more slide atop her tongue. But that smile turned upside down when she saw how many more inches were waiting ahead of her, hands clutching dearly onto them... The Empress's gag reflex pushed her head away until she remained with the just tip of Evaine's cock inside her mouth, staring down the length of it to see a red ring left halfway up the prisoner's length, left there by her own lipstick. But even though the fact she had made it so far on her first try was impressive to most, Qiyana didn't know that, and instead, felt like it was a mark of her own failure. Frustration furrowed her brow as she felt the drive to try again and leave another red ring much further down Evaine's shaft…
The Empress of Ixaocan eagerly let Evaine's cock travel atop her tongue, determination filling her just as much as Evaine's cock did her mouth as it began to approach the back of it. So badly she wanted to spit Evaine's cock out and get some reprieve, but she couldn't. Not yet. Her eyes closed as she tried to take it deeper, almost into her throat, struggling for air as tears began to roll their way down her face.
"Ah!" Qiyana gasped, opening her eyes as she pulled her head back quickly with a sharp inhale... before pushing it back forward. Her tongue guided the head of Evaine's cock back to her throat, and it felt like there was a barrier that was blocking it from entering. So, The Empress did what felt right, sliding her head back, then forward again, again and again like she was taking swings at the barrier to her throat with the battering ram that was Evaine's cock, each one helping her prepare for the great plunge. But these thoughts barely spent any time in her mind at all. Instead, she could only think about the sharp, all-encompassing passion that drove her as she bobbed her head back and forth so zealously, not knowing, with her eyes shut again, how many red rings of lipstick were being left upon Evaine's cock nowhere near the halfway point.
Until this one.
After many, many moments of Qiyana sucking upon the first half of Evaine's cock, she finally remembered her objective. She paused with the head of Evaine's member sitting against the tip of her tongue, and took a deep breath, before imagining it sliding down into the depths of her throat. And then, she vowed to make that a reality. Forward, she moved her head, ignoring her gag reflex with closed, teary eyes. But, she couldn't make it. She had to spit out the prisoner's length entirely with a cough, a string of saliva breaking between it and her red lips before she wiped it off her chin, hearing above her, a muffled laugh. A laugh, which didn't make Qiyana feel ashamed of herself as you would expect, or even the slightest bit angry. Instead, that laugh made her even more determined. The Empress of Ixaocan furrowed her brow before filling herself with the intent that she would conquer all uncountable inches that were erected right before her. With her mouth, and her throat. And she would do so by leaving a mark of her dignified lipstick against Evaine's pelvis. No matter what.
Qiyana's heart began to beat with this urgency and passion that could only be spawned from staring so keenly at something she… must have been in love with. She scanned it with drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, eyes lighting up as she noticed just a tiny bit past the halfway point was another ring of her red lipstick. The Empress moved her hand closest to herself away to free up the space on Evaine's member that her mouth aimed to drool upon next, and with conviction, aimed to kiss the remaining hand which still had its fingers wrapped around the start of it all. Qiyana opened her eager mouth and engulfed Evaine's cock with fervour, tongue swivelling around the bottom of it as it slid into her mouth, deeper and deeper. But not quickly. The Empress savoured every inch with a wet, loving embrace before she was awoken by her inexperienced gag reflex that kicked in once the tip of Evaine's cock dipped into her throat. But she wouldn't let her body's own unimportant natural protests win because her carnal desires were far more important to her. She shut her eyes and kept pushing forward, but the seconds dredged on like days as she struggled and struggled, feeling so vividly, as Evaine's length broke her throat's barrier with a hard pop...
Keep… going…
The Empress ignored all pleas for air her lungs made as she was far too enthralled by her devotion for her lust as bliss overruled her sanity. But thankfully, she was stopped by what she knew would stop her; her hand. So proudly, she kissed it, gagging as saliva ran down her chin, onto her neck. But stars began to cloud the back of her eyelids, and all senses were beginning to subside as she was happily choking on three-fourths of Evaine's length. But a few seconds to take pride in her accomplishment was all she could relish in before her body's protests finally led to something. Qiyana spat out Evaine's length, coughing and gagging and gasping for air as she fell onto the back of her heels. Her heart was pounding and her head was spinning, hands on her knees as she tried to keep herself from falling over. The Empress of Ixaocan had nearly choked to death upon some prisoner's cock, and she loved every second of it. But when she heard a muffled chuckle from above, it pissed her off, and that was because Evaine should have been impressed.
But why would she? How could she be impressed when Qiyana couldn't even take all of Evaine's cock into her mouth? Why was she even proud of taking three-fourths of it? She hated that she was so inexperienced, but perhaps her inexperience and trials of conquering something so unknown, was why she was enjoying this so much, and that down south, she was like a running faucet.
The Empress knew the subtle soreness and pain that was growing in her inexperienced throat would make it difficult to take any more of Evaine's cock. And that made her irate. She wanted nothing more right now than to go to fucking town on that cock. She wanted it to disappear into her throat like it was a pocket dimension. And it frustrated her that it couldn't. Yet. The Empress, after catching her breath, lifted her hands from her knees and grabbed Evaine's wet length, firmly wrapping her fingers tight around it before stroking them back and forth, looking up and locking eyes with the woman who possessed such a godly cannon.
"Do… d-do you want t-to cum?" Asked The Empress, her voice slightly hoarse, in an attempt to regain confidence.
Calmly, Evaine nodded her head, looking like she was hardly affected by Qiyana's sliding hands, leading The Empress to believe that her current ministrations were unskilled and therefore, not sufficient enough for some lowly prisoner… But that couldn't be possible, could it? Was Qiyana not a good pleasure-giver? No. It couldn't be. The Empress was the best at anything did, and if she wasn't, the time it would take her to become the best was impressively little. So… she would prove soon enough to Evaine that she was good at pleasuring cock. And one way she would do that, was to engulf the entirety of her length, devoting the most passion towards a goal that The Empress has put into anything since becoming The Empress.
And who would believe that such devotion would be for some prisoner's cock?
Their massive cock.
One that The Empress was in love with.
So much, that she began slobbering back and forth upon it, her actions loud enough to audibly leak out the cell like her excitement did onto the floor. But those sounds were hardly audible to The Empress as she was deafened by the amorous beat of her heart that hadn't been this intense even when she had first sat upon the Ixaocan throne. Her body felt unlike it has ever felt before, blazing with passionate fire. It was clear to Evaine, and Qiyana, that The Empress of Ixaocan, was in love with sucking cock.
No…
Not just sucking cock.
Slobbering on cock. Especially on her knees, but what other positions would she enjoy…?
Surely all of them, as long as cock was in her mouth.
Even if she were the one in chains...
Evaine's dress-gagged moans were the only thing that could rival the orchestra of sloppy sounds emanating from beneath her navel, and it was because more and more of her length had begun to disappear into Qiyana's growing throat. It was impressive just how quickly The Empress was getting better, her innate talent of sucking cock being further tapped into as it transformed into skillful deepthroating. She was hardly fazed now whenever the tip of Evaine's member would dip into the start of her throat, so much so that she would be smiling with satisfaction each time it did if her mouth weren't so occupied.
The hand closest to Qiyana's lips moved out of the way like before to make room for her mouth, and autonomously, that hand sought the intense leak between her own thick, brown thighs. Her fingers were greeted with such a sticky, stringy, and disgustingly wet womanhood that it caught her by surprise. She couldn't believe that she was this comically wet. Well, not until she remembered why her mouth was so full. The Empress of Ixaocan spread her southern lips apart and used the two remaining fingers to dive inside, her wrist being dripped upon as she began to finger herself fast and hard, just the way she liked it.
The sound that came from Qiyana pleasuring herself was half as loud as the sounds that came from her slobbering on Evaine's cock - those sounds almost audible from outside The Empress's palace if it weren't for the fact that its dungeon was deep underground and as large as a small city. And these sounds together acted like a hypnotizing mantra that intensified The Empress's cock-driven daze where minutes passed by like seconds, time no object to someone deep in their zone. Qiyana had begun to move with a near-perfect rhythm, making good use of her innate talent that made it so easy for her to level up her cock-sucking skill-tree.
All The Empress could think about was the hot cock sliding atop her tongue, stuck in a trance that could never end so long as the room was filled with the orchestra it currently was. And that trance got so much more intense each time Evaine's length fell just a tiny bit deeper into Qiyana's throat, The Empress mentally cumming each time it did as she felt that she could perfectly draw each vein on Evaine's cock just by feeling them inside her mouth. So when her eyes opened to adore what she was sucking upon, she saw just how close she was to Evaine's abdomen. Qiyana's lips were against the sole hand which held Evaine's cock by its base, The Empress sliding her head back to see how many red rings had now made their way down to three-fourths of Evaine's length. A proud smile came to her fading lips as she looked up proudly at the woman she was conquering, but when she saw the bliss on her face, the sadistic brat within her managed to join the trance too. Qiyana stopped sucking Evaine's cock, placing both her hands on her own knees as she sat her plump rear down on the back of her heels, smirking up at the prisoner who was pouting down at her. Evaine muttered something that sounded so hopeless into the dress gagging her mouth, but it was incomprehensible, especially amongst her lusty pants.
"Oh… want me to continue?" Asked The Empress, wiping from her chin the copious amounts of saliva that had long ago dripped down past her neck.
The most pitiful plea rumbled in the pale captive's throat as she desperately nodded, frustration all over her annoyed face. And that look was exactly what the brat inside the lust-driven and kneeling Empress wanted to see. One of her hands rose to wrap its fingers around Evaine's cock again, and once it did, The Empress maintained excessively intense eye contact as she began to stroke it slowly, her bottom lip falling victim to the ensnarement of her teeth. She could feel how it was twitching within her palm, throbbing with the beat, and heat, of a heart.
"W-were you about to cum from all that?" Asked Qiyana, acting as if all that was nothing, that it was pitiful for Evaine to even get close, or even think of cumming from all that.
Evaine, pitifully bowing her head in what looked like shame, nodded. She was so compliant now, and Qiyana was incredibly pleased to see that, chuckling as she was further aroused by the sound that was produced from her fingers delicately sliding upon Evaine's wet, saliva-coated circumference. So much so, that she felt compelled to bend forward and place her lips upon the tip of it, smiling with satisfaction at the crude, salty taste before returning her ass on her heels, and her hands upon her knees. This was the control Qiyana wanted over Evaine from the very beginning, but she didn't realize that achieving it would cost her self-control, and that she was still in a trance.
The Empress wanted to tell Evaine not to cum, and that she'd be mad if she did, but not a single word came out of her mouth as it opened, and instead, engulfed the head of Evaine's member again. A hint of an adoring smirk showed itself on the corners of her mouth as she was happy it was stuffed with what she loved again, eyes falling shut before she then slowly began moving forward. Qiyana took inch by inch of the prisoner's length atop her tongue, being slowed down by her gag reflex and her cursed lack of experience as she had no choice but to stop, and hold herself still, just right where she was. With only three-fourths of Evaine's length inside her mouth, tears began to roll down her face as she began to gag, choking on uncountable length. And even though she was suffering, getting dizzy from the lack of air, she was loving this. So much so, that when the back of her eyelids began to go white, it took her body's instincts for its survival to pull her away.
"Ah!" The Empress gasped for air, vision blurry as she had to wipe away her tears.
And when saw her drool dripping off Evaine's cock, her eyes widened as she was stricken by her love for it. She felt like every second spent catching her breath was time that it could instead be inside her mouth, so that's why she only gave herself a few before swallowing it again. Like it was foreplay for her throat, Qiyana only attended to the first half of Evaine's length, bobbing her head back and forth upon it while looking up at the pale prisoner. Attentively, The Empress tried scouting for any signs Evaine could possibly be showing of cumming, because Qiyana did not want to let Evaine cum. Qiyana wanted to wring all the enjoyment she could from Evaine while bringing her to the edge, and then, like the cruel mistress she was, leave Evaine there, on the brink of her climax begging for release. And as Qiyana thought about her wild, ambitious dreams, she hadn't realized that Evaine's cock was deep in her throat until her gag reflex told her so.
"Ah…!"
Qiyana's soft, large ass fell onto the back of her heels again as she coughed, saliva hanging from her chin, dripping onto her breasts as she could feel how her heart throbbed with love. So badly, she wanted to engulf that cock again, but she knew she needed to give herself the reprieve she needed if she truly wished to swallow it all. So, her hands would have to suffice for now to appease her own desires and not Evaine's, Qiyana stroking the prisoner's cannon she refused to let fire, licking her lips as she looked up at its owner to see the pleasured look on her face.
"D-do you want to cum?" Qiyana asked, stopping her hands as they tightened around what they were holding, noticing how passionately Evaine's member was throbbing within her palms.
Hungrily and desperately, Evaine nodded her head.
"Of course you do." Laughed The Empress.
She started stroking it again, this time so much harder, faster. One hand left so that it could go between her legs and give her mouth some space, The Empress putting the first half of the prisoner's length back where it belonged. Demonstrating her newfound skill learned through valuable experience, she sucked Evaine's cock as passionately as she fingered herself, knowing she would need to move the last hand around Evaine's cock soon enough because that length would imminently be occupied by her mouth. So, that hand moved aside and joined The Empress's self-fondling ministrations, seeking her soft, brown breasts before squeezing into them. And then, she went forward.
Deeper, and deeper, Evaine's cock slid into The Empress's throat, a white flash blinding her widening eyes as her tongue caressed countless inches. And those inches had only one place to go: the depths of her throat. The barrier had long ago been so easily broken and as Qiyana gagged, every last inch of Evaine's length fell into her training throat, the brown brat's lungs begging for air as her lips were staining red against the prisoner's pelvis.
This felt like heaven...
Her black eyeliner stained her cheeks as they fell down her face, as drool dripped to her neck, as excitement trickled down her inner thighs and to the floor, as she curled the toes of her feet that her fat ass was squirming upon as she choked lovingly and oh-so willingly. She wanted to leave such a bright stain of her own red lipstick around the base of Evaine's cock that it could light up a pitch black room. A stain that could never be removed, like a footprint in drying concrete gone unnoticed. It was her way of sticking her flag in the enemy's soil; the most impressive proof of the length The Empress of Ixaocan had conquered. She spent so much time relishing in the limelight of the glorious act despite her body's wishes for her to pull away and breathe. But she didn't care. Any intelligent thought slipped right out of her mind as it was too enthralled by the ecstasy that came from the act that was denying it oxygen, that ecstasy processed as a pleasure that was as real as the type that came from her self-attending ministrations. And that pleasure devastated Qiyana as she suffocated upon some prisoner's ungodly length, wrist moving in a blur between her legs as she quickly fell victim to a quaking climax.
A pitiful, euphoric, and Ixaocan-accented moan emanated from Evaine's cell and was loud enough to echo throughout the entirety of the massive dungeon as its owner's ears began to ring, mind blank as her eyes opened to see a blindingly pale abdomen right in front of her face. Her curvaceous, sweaty, kneeling body was possessed by intense convulsions as she trembled from the inebriating high of a wondrous, once-in-a-lifetime orgasm, her nose pressing against Evaine's pelvis alongside her lips as the other pair down south tightened around the fingers that were deep within. The Empress of Ixaocan was anchored in place by one of her prisoner's cock, gagging on it as she squirted on her wrist, feeling as if she were plummeting from the skies as her thick, round ass did well to cushion her tailbone from the hard concrete floor as she unanchored with a gasp for air, throat throbbing like her womanhood as her own saliva left her neck and breasts glistening like Evaine's length. And then, all her senses came rushing back to her, but hardly any intelligence, or any volition. She looked up to see Evaine panting, their eyes meeting, protesting into the dress shoved inside her mouth. But what Qiyana didn't know was that Evaine was staring at the mess that had become of her face. Red lipstick had smeared around her mouth and black eyeliner ran its way down her cheeks like a goth's. It looked as if Evaine was the one who fucked Qiyana's face while Qiyana was helpless… but really, Qiyana did this to herself. She looked down at the puddle of excitement she had left on the ground before noticing how much larger it had become from the addition of her own cum…
The Empress knew that that cum spawned from an orgasm which… her fingers did not cause...
Qiyana stood up and nearly fell right back down before all her blood rushed back to her head to keep her conscious, so aroused that the movement of her own body was nearly impossible. She had spent all she had within herself to conquer Evaine's cock, and seeing it dripping with her saliva, covered with rings of red, one most prominent at the base and owner's pelvis, brought a wide, proud grin to her now-pink lips. The Empress of Ixaocan did indeed surmount Evaine's length like everything else she sought after, the frailty of her body acting as even more proof of her accomplishment.
"D-did you l-like that?" The Empress stuttered, strutting feebly towards the pale prisoner, beaming with lust that had been amplified by the climax she was still in the wake of. "W-watching me cum in f-front of you?"
The brown-skinned brat bit her bottom lip and didn't even register Evaine's reply, ignoring the fact that she just came in front of her - a prisoner - the lowest of the low. Even the dogs that accompany the homeless had more worth in Ixaocan than a captive like Evaine. But despite that, The Empress held some lowly prisoner with high regard and it was all because of the wondrous cock she possessed. A wondrous cock that was still as hard as a rock, throbbing with the overwhelming urge to release its load. Qiyana, still under the spell-like trance induced by her carnal desires, grabbed Evaine's cock, and without thinking, began moving it towards her leaking, swollen pussy. Just the anticipation made her heart beat harder than it had all night. Soon, she would experience true heaven, not just glimpses of it.
Forward she stepped, climbing over Evaine's length, her vision distorting with each thud inside her chest as she placed the end of it just a hair's length away from her pussy - her sopping wet pussy which quivered with the hope of being penetrated.
"D-don't move, or you won't g-get what you w-want…" She muttered, voice littered with lust. It sounded as if she were talking to herself, and not Evaine…
Just a tiny bit forward was all Qiyana could manage to move her wide, round, perfect hips forward before she was frozen in place, stricken by a paralyzing love as her southern lips were gently pushed aside so that the glistening head of Evaine's cock could rest gently between. She looked down and saw how her womanhood was drooling all over what was awaiting at its entrance, sharp tingles dancing upon her skin as her goosebumps stood as tall as ever. The corners of her vision blurred as she seemed to be suppressed by her trance, The Empress moaning from the deafening pleasure she felt from just having the tip of Evaine's monstrous length resting against her pussy.
A deep breath filled Qiyana's bosom before it collapsed with a sigh, reminded of the lack of control she had as her body moved on its own. Forward, her hips slowly went, and The Empress watched intently as her southern lips rippled against the veins adorning Evaine's cock. Once their pelvises had pressed together, breasts almost touching, Qiyana moaned as her hips were pulled back, seeing how well-soaked Evaine's meat was with her sticky excitement that kept Qiyana glued against it. And what else The Empress saw was the uncountable inches she had just slid upon, taking yet another recuperating breath as she shut her eyes, going dizzy from everything that was happening so quickly. Qiyana had barely any energy left and could hardly continue but… she had no choice but to continue with all this zealous lust within her. Her eyes opened again as she found her hips moving forward again, almost counting the seconds that it took to travel forward, before taking the voyage back, pausing once her southern lips had returned atop the tip of Evaine's length.
Doing this motion with her hips, and not her mouth this time made The Empress realize just how monstrously long the prisoner's length truly was, almost in disbelief that she had managed to fit all of it inside her throat… Well, until she saw her own golden complexion and was reminded of the glory that she had just acquired in this room moments prior. And that was all she needed to now have the bare minimum amount of confidence to do what must come next, grabbing Evaine's cock and raising it a bit so that it now had the proper angle for… penetration. The thought alone made The Empress swoon, but the firm bite of her bottom lip was just enough to steel herself, taking a deep breath through her nose as her heart was beating like she was walking a tightrope thousands of feet in the air, when really, all she was doing was guiding the tip of Evaine's cock between her southern lips, getting it, and herself, prepared for… heaven.
"Ah…" The Empress moaned, squirming against the tip of the cock her pussy was frothing against. It hadn't even entered her yet, and she was already reeling from pleasure.
Qiyana felt like she'd been waiting years for this moment. She had yearned for nothing more than to feel Evaine inside of her, and it didn't even cross her mind how odd that was. The Empress of Ixaocan's greatest desire was to feel some lowly prisoner's colossal cock throbbing within her tight, virgin walls. A desire that was greater than when she wished to sit rightfully upon the throne, as instead, it truly felt like the thing she really should be seated upon, was the dripping inches just in front of her. So, when The Empress, filled with expectations to be greeted with the most divine sensation one could ever dream to experience, had finally worked up the courage to lose her virginity and lower herself down, could only take just the tip of Evaine's cock inside of herself...
And those expectations she had turned out to be way too low, as instead, they were more than met. Exceedingly exceeded.
They were shattered.
Like The Empress's mind.
She had been stunned from the shock - the shock of so much pleasure. That thing that had lit ablaze deep within Qiyana earlier had turned into an inferno, but acknowledging its sudden intensity was all the attention she could give it as instead, her sanity was being unrendered by pleasure unimaginable. But amongst the pleasure, was a faint ringing in her ears that got louder and louder, and once a wanton cry of pleasure fled her sore throat, she realized that that ringing was something of an alarm. An alarm that woke her from her trance and ordered her to stop. Qiyana's heart had come to a brief halt as her eyes widened. She knew she couldn't handle any more of Evaine inside of her, and her body was letting her know that. This was all that could possibly feel good to Qiyana, as the rest of it was far too big. And this pissed The Empress off because had she not been so inexperienced, her body would allow her to go lower and take it all, and she was so frustrated that somehow the first person to be worthy of experiencing the interior of her royal, elegant pussy, was some lowly prisoner with a cock large enough to be a Weapon of Mass Destruction.
"Y-you wish…" Qiyana stammered to both herself and Evaine. She had gotten to this point so quickly that she couldn't even remember how it had even happened. All this time she had been moving in what felt like the forcibly-orchestrated pace of someone's perfect machination.
Evaine muttered something desperate into her makeshift gag, and it startled The Empress. It felt like it was the first time Qiyana had heard the prisoner for a while now, but really, she had been vocal all this time and The Empress was just in too deep of a trance to hear it. But now that the trance was over and she could hear something other than her own lustful thoughts, Qiyana wished instead that Evaine's muffled, incoherent words were instead pleas of pleasure that were elicited from having her cock ridden. So badly, The Empress wished to continue, not able to ignore the way her pussy quivered and ached to be filled by that bat that had just its tip within, the vacancy problem it had worse than ever now that her mouth's had been solved. But a minute ago she was still a virgin, and still considered herself one as she didn't realize that just having the tip inside of her was enough to strip her of her purity. She knew that she couldn't handle something so monstrous inside her tight pussy, no matter how comically wet it currently was. And even though she wanted to try, she couldn't in fear of the certain pain and risk that posed to ruin her first time. The Empress needed her virginity to be taken in a grandiose way and for it to be the best first time anyone's had - better than any experts' thousandth time. Evaine's cock would have to go all the way in, and Qiyana would have to be swimming in unbelievable pleasure without a hint of any discomfort. But to do so, she would have to train herself thoroughly and as quickly as possible, but knowing she was not prepared for it yet, left her antsy and impatient. She felt like she had no choice but to distract herself from making a poor decision, yanking her dress out from Evaine's teeth.
"P-please… come c-closer..." The prisoner begged.
And Qiyana's eyes went wide again. She forgot that she was still standing there with just the tip of Evaine's cock inside of her, and that was because it felt so… right. The Empress chuckled without confidence. It would be so easy to just plummet herself down and see what would happen…
"N-no…" Qiyana muttered. She couldn't spare the sanity it took to tease Evaine and herself any further.
"I-I'll be the best thing you'll ever feel…" Evaine muttered desperately. "P-please… E-Empress!"
"No…" Qiyana groaned, scrunching her mouth bitterly. "You don't deserve to be my… first…"
"...Wha-"
"-Dream about it all you want." Said The Empress as she placed her hands on her hips, trying to put her facade back on, acting bratty and contemptuous. "This is as far as I'll let you inside my glorious pussy…"
And stating such a thing was a mistake. Evaine wasted not a second to try and desperately thrust herself further into the warm, wet embrace surrounding her member's head, but the odd angle only let her get just a tiny bit deeper. But it was more than enough to unhinge The Empress whose tired throat let out a shocked shriek before her mouth was left agape, eyes rolling up, but not yet into the back of her head as she teetered the border of fainting. Qiyana now knew what combusted within her when she had let just the tip of Evaine's cock inside of her. It was a mental mark spawned from someone's desire, placed at the depths of Qiyana's pussy. One that wouldn't stop burning until it was put out by the cum of the pale prisoner's cock that was now so close...
But inexperience wouldn't let such a thing happen. No matter how passionately that mark blazed.
"S-stop!" Qiyana yelled, hands flat against Evaine's sternum before she pushed her away, chains rattling as they caught her from falling. The Empress yet again, nearly passed out as she felt the tip of Evaine's cock slide out of her pussy, feeling so vacant as a string of excitement hung from her pussy to start its slow descent to the floor. When Qiyana had recovered, it only felt natural for her right hand to raise high in the air so that it could strike the prisoner's cheek. It was the hardest Qiyana had ever hit anyone and the sound of it echoing against the walls alongside Evaine's pained groan showed.
"P-please, Q-Qiyana - Empress - p-please f-fuck my cock. L-let me cum inside -"
Another slap, almost as hard as the one before it.
"N-no. Y-you don't deserve to..."
Evaine was almost unfazed by being hit again. Right away, she returned to begging.
'P-Please, E-Empress…" She muttered, cock fluttering up and down, looking as enticing as ever. "Your Royalty… Your Excellence…"
Qiyana was amused and satisfied by the righteous titles Evaine was bestowing upon her. "If only you had that attitude from the beginning, then things would be going your way…"
But that was just a lie. Not much could get Qiyana to go further. She knew this chapter was dedicated to her sucking cock and that it must come to an end eventually.
"S-sorry! I'll be better. Just - please let m-"
"Silence!" Shouted The Empress, her hand delivering a third strike to the prisoner's reddening cheek.
Qiyana couldn't help but look at Evaine's cock that was stained all over with the same red that was once on her lips, realizing that she had to do something about that. Anyone that would see those stains would immediately identify that shade of red as The Empress's, and The Empress couldn't afford to let anyone find out that her lips were around some prisoner's cock - or any cock, for that matter. But Qiyana couldn't afford to hide the evidence. Another minute spent in this cell would lead The Empress to do something rash. Something she would regret. And knowing that, she could only hope that no one would change Evaine's dress as she fixed it back over her thighs to conceal her member, The Empress salivating at the bulge beneath before she spun on her heel to make her way out with her own dress in her arms.
"W-wait!" Evaine cried out.
But Qiyana ignored it as best she could and left before anything else could happen. And as she stood outside Evaine's cell, back against the door, she couldn't help but feel how much her body was begging her to go back in. It took the greatest self-discipline that Qiyana had ever displayed to ignore her carnal desires, sliding her tired, sweaty curves back into her jade dress which had a darker green blotch left there by Evaine's saliva. But anyone who would dare question The Empress's state of apparel makeup would be a fool, and so, she had no trouble with making it back into her room. And once in there, she stopped worrying about what those who saw her were probably thinking as she found that all the things she had requested from her most faithful servant this morning had been already delivered.
Despite it only being an hour after noon, The Empress was not seen for the rest of the day. And if it weren't for the distant guards preventing those from nearing her quarters, she would have been heard instead. And that's because what Qiyana had requested was the finest collection of phallic-shaped sex-toys the world had ever seen. She originally planned to use them to train her throat, but due to her impatience and lack of self-control, there was hardly a need for that anymore. Now, these toys would instead be used to train somewhere which truly needed training, and when she got started, she fell so deep into practice that the toys didn't take long to reach even deeper inside of herself. But when she had finally gotten to the point where she was about to try the biggest, it had been so long that the moon was rising, and her eyes were falling. But in it went, and when it did, her eyes went wide as her sweaty back peeled away from her soaked, silk sheets with an arch. This felt like Evaine. The size, the circumference, the colour was even the same as her hair. It only lacked the authenticity, the heat, the intimacy and emotion, the ability to douse the burning mark at her womb. But it was enough to drive the horny Empress wild and make her carry on for hours more with just this one toy. But when those hours had passed and her tiredness had finally begun to catch up to her again, it was well into the night before she had finally succumbed.
There, The Empress of Ixaocan slept with her legs spread wide upon her bed drenched in her sweat and cum, just like the impressive selection of sex toys of various sizes and colours surrounding her. And between her legs was one hand pressed firmly against the purple base of the daunting dildo which reminded her of her beloved prisoner, ensuring that it was as deep as possible inside her throbbing, dripping pussy. It felt so right to The Empress to be filled by what she imagined to be Evaine that it didn't hinder her sleep much, and that was further supported by the smile she had on her face that only broke whenever she would mutter the prisoner's name in her slumber…
Author's Notes:
This story is turning out to be hentai-level ridiculous even compared to my other stories and I love it. I usually write stuff that's... barely believable (lol), but I wanted to make this story a sexually-grandiose spectacle fitting for Qiyana. I haven't stated Evaine's/LeBlanc's length and I probably won't ever will because I want the reader to interpret its length on their own. But I'd say it's a minimum of eight inches.
Next chapter eventually...
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