Hello once again, everybody! Sorry for the hiatus, it's just the usual excuses at this point. Still, I got inspired for this one, so I figured I might as well write it out. Hope you enjoy!
The Prized Gem
In a time beyond memory, located in a land long forgotten, a prosperous empire stood, ruled by the Beneficent Eramis. He is a powerful Chesnaught, his hide long since toughened by various means, and fought alongside his father for the sake of his people. Where his father- Sakar- had ruled with an iron fist, though, making him feared by all, the son preferred to guide his people, listening to all and discounting none. These alone would already have made him a far better ruler than Sakar, by the standards of his subjects, but what also set Eramis apart from other rulers at the time was his willingness to extend mercy to his enemies, should they accept it. Even if they refused, he accepted it with magnanimity and finished the conquest he originally had set out on, and did little more than depose the ruler of the conquered lands.
Were they to disgrace, dishonor, or defile Eramis or his subjects, however, he proved himself to be his father's son and more, completely destroying the opposing army, invading their territory, and thoroughly plundering the ruling courts, dismantling the hierarchy, executing the offending ruler, and then leaving either the prince- the new king- or the previous king's queen in charge, after establishing that he was not to be trifled with. It was these moments that simultaneously made his father proud and annoyed; proud that Eramis had a spine after all, and annoyed that he did not additionally take slaves or concubines from the civilian population or royal courts, as was an established norm at the time. One of the exceptionally few to stand up to Sakar, Eramis told him firmly that abusing the people would only get him killed, which of course made Sakar laugh derisively.
Eramis, who already had long since proven himself the brighter of the two, was only proven right when Sakar had strayed too far, going beyond his usual destructive proclivities when invading the Arayan Dynasty, completely decimating the armies- and then commanding his son to finish the remainder of the campaign- while Sakar himself traveled to the seat of the Dynasty's power, and taking full liberties with everything he could. The honor guard- whom he had taken with him- would later return to Eramis, revealing the horrors his own father had committed, and steeled Eramis' nerve.
After meticulously planning, convincing, and even bribing, Eramis managed to put together a successful coup, overthrowing his father, and sentencing him to death for his crimes against the Arayan Dynasty. Even at the end of his life, Sakar was still simultaneously proud and annoyed by his own son.
Now, nearly a year later, and having taken the time to personally help piece the Arayan Dynasty back together, Eramis sat on the throne, looking over the scroll depicting the latest problem his empire had developed, the rise of yet another opposing military, perhaps seeking restitution from another of his father's conquests. Eramis heaved a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes as he internally debated the best way to handle the matter. This kingdom in particular was one his father had subjugated before he was of age to fight, and could do nothing about. Now, though, as the new Emperor, he had to resolve the dispute, and preferably without more bloodshed, if he could manage it. At sound of footsteps, he looked up to see his advisor, Mathias, approaching. The Blaziken bowed in reverence, with Eramis saying
"I am glad to see you, Mathias; I'm in need of counsel, particularly how to deal with these Veldrians. I don't fully remember what my father did to them, but I'm sure they're looking for some type of vengeance or reparation, and I'd like to settle this quickly without having to mobilize the army, if possible." Mathias replied
"My apologies, Your Beneficence, but I came here on a different matter. You have a visitor, a messenger from the Thracian Kingdom." Eramis frowned, sitting up, and thought quickly. He knew the Thracian king- not personally, but from reading and word-of-mouth- to be a strange king. He was a Ditto, and while he was not evil, he was greedy and greatly enjoyed the lavish lifestyle. For Maculus to send him a message, it was either a false declaration of fealty, a cry for help, or some request meant to garner yet more wealth. Eramis asked
"What is the nature of this message?" Mathias hesitated, then admitted
"I am not sure, Sire; it is not a messenger alone, but also a maiden he brought along, with a small retinue, I presume for her care." More confused than before, Eramis decided it couldn't hurt to at least hear Maculus out. Reclining slightly and setting aside the scroll, he said
"Very well, send them in." Mathias nodded and immediately left to fetch the messenger, and after a brief minute, a Sableye walked in, and trailing behind him was a taller, feline Pokémon. It took Eramis a moment to recall, but he soon remembered the Pokémon as a Meowscarada, and once he looked her over again, he noticed her to be quite appealing to the eye. She was mostly obscured by a shimmering, emerald-green cloak, and her face was stoic, unyielding. Eramis turned his attention back to the Sableye, who proclaimed
"Hail, Emperor Eramis the Beneficent, slayer of Sakar the Cruel!" Eramis nodded shortly, replying
"I understand you come from Maculus, yes?" The Sableye nodded, his diamond eyes bouncing light from the window nearby, and answered
"Yes, sire, to bring you an offering, a tribute if you will." Eramis frowned, confused yet again. He argued
"I demanded no tribute from Maculus. In fact, he wasn't even of concern to me… at least, not at the moment." The Sableye flashed its signature grin, showing the row of sharp, rock-hardened teeth, and replied
"Think of it as… a tributary show of faith, of good will, Your Highness. My King wishes to remain in good standing with you, a means of avoiding future conflicts." Eramis commented lightly
"He must see this as extremely important, if he's willing to part with something as substantial as a tribute." The Sableye's grin only widened as he answered
"He holds his kingdom in high value, and will work to preserve it, no matter the cost." Eramis held his tongue, though he thought privately
"Unless it was more beneficial to destroy or sell it." Saying no more about Maculus, he motioned to the Meowscarada, asking
"Is she to present this tribute, then?" The Sableye chuckled to himself, saying
"I beg your pardon, Emperor Eramis, but you misunderstand; she is not presenting the tribute, she is the tribute. Please, allow me to introduce Princess Amara, the Emerald of the Thracian Kingdom." Eramis repressed a sigh of exasperation, thinking
"Of course. Maculus can't part with his gold, but he'll easily part with people. His own daughter, though?" Eramis stated
"I must admit, I'm a little confused; does Maculus think I need a queen, or something of that ilk?" The Sableye, realizing the situation was a little tense now, chose his words carefully, saying
"As I said before, Your Beneficence, my king wishes to extend his desire for peace. He does not part with the presence of his daughter so lightly." Understanding the language for what it was, Eramis decided it wasn't worth starting a feud with Maculus over something so "petty" as offering a female for peace. His decision made, he nodded, replying
"Very well, inform King Maculus that I humbly accept his offering, and extend my gratitude for such generosity." The Sableye visibly relaxed, bowing low, and declared
"The words of your wisdom does you no justice, Your Beneficence. I shall carry your words back to my king with joy and reverence." Eramis nodded in response and waved his hand, dismissing the envoy, who left with the princess' retinue, no longer needed. Mathias looked to Eramis, asking cautiously
"Sire, do you think…?" Eramis shook his head, saying
"Maculus is a greedy king, but not a stupid one. Though, it is that greedy quality which has me confused, for more than one reason." Mathias hesitated, asking
"Do you still wish my counsel on the Veldrians, Sire?" Eramis shook his head, answering
"Not today. The matter has giving me a headache, and now I have to see if Maculus is planning something." He stood, his gold-silk robes rustling as he motioned to the princess, saying
"Princess Amara, was it? Come, I wish to speak with you, in private." The Meowscarada nodded and followed, her cloak rustling more loudly than her padded feet walked upon the stones. Eramis led her down a hall, toward his personal chambers, though he paused as Amara spoke, saying
"Forgive me, sire, but you're surprisingly trusting to a stranger from a far-flung kingdom." Eramis asked
"Why do you say that?" Amara's expression finally changed, turning to a devious smirk as she posed a question.
"How do you know I wasn't sent to assassinate you?" Eramis, amused, turned his head to look at her, answering
"You can try, but-" He held up his large, armored arm, clenched a fist, and caused Amara to flinch as the spikes on the armored plate suddenly extended and sharpened to fine points, with him finishing
"-I very much recommend against it." Amara saw the thinly veiled threat, simply nodding and returning her expression to its stoic demeanor, and continued to follow as Eramis led the way. Once he reached his bedchambers, he ushered Amara inside and closed the door behind him, with Amara asking slyly
"Intending to get the most out of your "tribute" already, O' Beneficent Emperor?" Eramis turned to her, answering
"Actually, I intend to get some answers. First, let's get this one out of the way: Are you actually a daughter of Maculus?" Amara scoffed, clearly annoyed at the mention of her father, but answered
"Yes, more specifically the illegitimate fifteenth daughter, one from his many concubines." Eramis frowned, asking
"If you're illegitimate, then why the Princess title? Isn't that an insult to me, the one he seeks peace from?" Amara explained
"He legitimized me for the purpose of using me as a political pawn. That's the fate of all my half-siblings; we're nothing more than tools to him, a means of attaining more wealth, prestige, or good favor. Oh, sure, he treats us well enough, and we're fed well, groomed, even tutored. But he's not a loving father." Eramis sighed, his exasperation rising again. If there was one thing he hated about being Emperor, it was the tangled political web that existed between the varying kingdoms, and the delicate balance needed to walk upon those threads. Amara added
"If it's any consolation, I'm considered the most beautiful of his many children in the Thracian Kingdom. He had me groomed in particular for such an occasion." Eramis commented
"Saving his most prized gem for when he would need it most." Amara bristled slightly at the mild rebuke, but decided against a biting comeback, telling him
"As I understood it, I was originally meant to be a gift to your father, Emperor Sakar, to avoid being invaded. I told him it wouldn't work, mostly because- if Sakar believed I was just one of many beauties- he would either demand more or just take what he wanted, but Father wouldn't listen." She looked up into Eramis' eyes, saying sincerely
"We all were relieved when you overthrew him, and more still when you began to repair the Arayan Dynasty. That, more than anything, told us you would be a benevolent ruler… at least for a while." Eramis was discomforted by the idea that he could or would change to become like his father, and made a mental note to avoid that as much as he possibly could. Amara continued
"It didn't take long for Father to become paranoid, though. 'Like father, like son', he said, completely ignoring the fact that he has almost twenty sons, any one of which would be more than willing to take his place." Eramis remarked
"I hope I'm not the one who inspires that revolt." Eramis was surprised when Amara giggled at that, with her saying
"Strong, wise, and funny. An Emperor truly above others." Eramis put a stop to that, saying
"No, I'm just like everyone else; I breathe, I eat, I sleep, and one day I will die, like everyone else. The only difference is that I have power." Amara smirked, replying
"And power begets favors from those seeking them, hence why I'm here now. Speaking of which…" She pulled her arms out of her robes, reaching up for the gold clasp that held it together, and undid it, allowing the robes to fall away and collect at her feet, surprising Eramis. Underneath, she wore a vibrant red halter with embroidered gold, complimenting her emerald fur. The red silk was slightly sheer, not so much as to see underneath it, but enough to accentuate her form. Further down, she also wore what would be later referred to as a bikini bottom, with the same red silk as the top. Additionally, sheer red material extended from the bottoms down her legs, this time sheer enough to be seen through, allowing her shapely legs to be viewed. Eramis couldn't help himself, drinking in the sight, and Amara smirked knowingly, commenting
"I suppose you are like everyone else, unable to help but stare." Eramis shook his head to regain his senses, though a blush remained on his face as he said
"Well, I hardly think I could be blamed. I, uh, must admit, I wouldn't have expected Maculus to send such a… gift." Amara shrugged, the material rustling lightly as she did, and replied
"Who else but the King of Concubines? He certainly has plenty to spare." Eramis blinked, asking
"Concubines, or children?" Amara answered bluntly
"Both." Eramis and Amara stood silently for a moment then, Eramis processing everything this day had presented to him, and Amara just waiting to see what he would do next. After collecting his thoughts, Eramis asked
"So, what are you expected to be, exactly?" Amara shrugged again, acting aloof as she answered
"Queen, concubine, part of your harem, a sex slave, it doesn't matter to Father. All that was important was that you accepted." Eramis was stunned, asking
"And… you're okay with that?" Amara hesitated before looking away, responding with forced stoicism
"I'll learn to deal with it. I always have." This gave Eramis pause. He didn't want to force her into anything; it was one of the reasons he was seen as a kind ruler. Even so, there was no question that she was beautiful, and the toil of fixing the Arayan Dynasty had commanded his attention for the better part of the year, leaving no room or time for… personal attendance. His thoughts were shattered as Amara told him
"You know, you're not as subtle as you think." Eramis was confused until Amara pointed to his groin, revealing a particular bulge in his robes that betrayed his desire. Eramis flushed, embarrassed, but Amara surprised him again by giggling, clearly holding back from full laughter. Once she calmed down, she said
"Look, I already appreciate that you didn't just try to take advantage of me, in any way, frankly. You could have ripped off my cloak, my clothes, thrown me on your bed, and done whatever you wished. Many rulers would have done so." Eramis scowled, telling her firmly
"I am not my father; I will not stoop to his level." Amara replied
"And I'm grateful. Even so, I am still expected to perform my… duty. So, why don't we get on with it?" Eramis hesitated before the desires of his flesh overrode any higher sense, and nodded his assent. Amara guided him to the bed, sitting him down, then knelt in front of him, getting to work by pulling his robe aside, revealing his "royal scepter" and hesitating upon seeing it. Nearly six inches in length, about two in girth, and throbbing with need. Seeing her hesitation Eramis asked
"Are you alright?" Amara jumped slightly, heart pounding wildly, before answering as even as she could- though her voice still shook slightly
"Yes, of course. I was just… admiring you, sire." Eramis chuckled nervously, blushing profusely, but didn't protest. Amara looked back at the emperor's codpiece without the "cod", debating internally; she'd never be able to take this into her mouth, as she'd been instructed; for one thing, his size could potentially break her jaw if she tried, and for another her teeth would most definitely hurt him if she did. Since she wasn't able to do as she originally intended, she went with the next best thing, extending her tongue and running it over his length, making him moan out in surprise and pleasure as her rough tongue slid on his flesh, bringing pleasure he hadn't felt in many months. Amara giggled at his reaction, pausing her licking and using her hand to stroke him slowly as she asked
"I take it you haven't had fun in some time, Your Highness?" Eramis groaned, answering
"Too long. The Arayans needed my full attention, and I've been either too busy or too mentally exhausted to do anything else that wasn't related to the empire." This shocked Amara, asking
"Wait, have you not done anything since taking over as emperor?" Eramis defended
"I haven't had time." Amara considered that for a moment, then smirked and said
"Well, I guess my arrival here is very fortuitous. Might as well take advantage of that." With that, she returned to her pleasurable ministrations, though she also took the time to play with him in the sense of getting him closer to the edge- not perilously close, mind- then backing off just enough to let it dwindle, though not fade entirely. Eramis didn't bother protesting, stuck in the throes of ecstasy which he'd forgotten about amid his responsibilities. After an indeterminate amount of time, Amara decided she'd teased him enough, and finally brought him to the edge, giving him a final lick up the entire underside of his length. With a loud sigh of relief, Eramis exploded, causing Amara to yelp slightly as he released over her face, shoulders, chest, and belly. Eramis, breathing hard and barely holding himself up by his arms, looked down at her, covered in his essence, and found himself becoming aroused again. Seeing his erection rising again, Amara remarked
"Well, I suppose our dear Beneficent Emperor isn't quite done." She looked down at herself, adding
"A shame that my attire has been soiled, though." Eramis chuckled, pulling a towel from his bedside that he had for whatever purpose he needed at any given time, handing it to her and assuring her
"I'm sure we can clean it." Amara smirked and wiped herself off, then stood and tossed the towel aside, saying
"Perhaps. But that's hardly our most pressing concern at the moment." She began to undress herself, Eramis watching with rapt attention as the sheer fabric- while alluring and form-fitting- gave way to reveal the treasure underneath, eyeing every curve she had. Amara stood, letting him drink his fill, until Eramis noticed she seemed to be waiting. He quickly divested himself of the robes on his lower body- as his upper body couldn't properly don clothing anyway- and let himself be pushed back onto the bed, shimmying up to allow the domed shell of his back to rest in the specially designed bed, allowing him to lay flat.
Amara returned her attention to Eramis' need, standing straight and pointed at the ceiling. Her heart raced as she straddled him, lifting herself up as much as she could, and even then he still brushed against her as she adjusted him, making her shudder. Once they were both in the best position, she gently lowered herself, pausing as his tip began to poke into her, then slowly began to push down. She gritted her teeth as her entrance was stretched more than she assumed, with him feeling bigger than he seemed. Noticing her slowed pace, Eramis asked
"Are you okay?" Amara, trying to retain a sense of control, told him
"I'll be fine, I just… need a moment to adjust. I'll handle this, just let me work up to it." Eramis nodded, assuring
"It's all right. Take your time." With that assurance in mind, Amara focused on her task again, pushing down, stretching herself, and letting up when it started to become too much. As she worked, she gradually began to loosen up, relax, and grow aroused herself, making it easier to slide the bulbous tip in farther, until- to her surprise- it popped in, making her clench on him and both participants moaned out with individual pleasure. Once she caught her breath- or as much as she could, given the circumstances- she began to lower herself again, gradually coating him in her natural lubricant even as he spread and stretched her walls more than they ever had been, and likely ever would be.
Once he was more evenly coated and slid into her with greater ease, she began to increase her speed, sliding her folds against him repeatedly, with both moaning out loudly. Because Eramis had achieved release before- and she hadn't- she burst first, clenching tightly on him and pulling her legs together, toes curling from the pleasure shooting through her body. Eramis clenched his teeth as she tightened delightfully on him, but made no move to take control, content to let her perform her work. Once she loosened back up, she resumed moving on him, her hips moving at first smoothly, but becoming erratic as she continued, tongue hanging out as she panted hard, trying desperately to get enough air, but feeling too good to stop. It didn't take much longer before Eramis warned
"I'm… about to-!" Amara, nodding, told him
"Do it, my emperor! Let it out in me!" That was all the prompting he needed, grabbing her hips and bringing her down harder, resulting in her screaming pleasurably with each drop before he slammed her down completely, twitching inside her as he found release, and Amara giving a shuddering moan as warmth bloomed in her core. Her entire body trembled, and she fell forward, caught by Eramis before gently laying her down on his large chest, both working to catch their breath and basking in the afterglow. Once she managed to catch her breath, Amara looked up at Eramis, asking
"So… my dear emperor, how did you find your tributary princess?" Eramis chuckled, and answered
"Delightful, so much that I might just have to consider elevating you to my tributary queen." This surprised Amara, asking
"Wait, what?" Eramis told her
"I said before that I'm not like my father, and I will stand by that by not forming a harem, or collecting concubines, or using personal slaves. Besides, if this empire is to last, to thrive, it needs a line of succession, and as of yet I have no queen." He smirked, adding
"Since you're already of royal blood, and have been legitimized, no one will question it. And if they do, it won't matter; there still needs to be a line of succession, and such means have been presented to me today, making it far easier to act upon." Amara simply stared at him, stunned by this turn. She expected to be merely another royal whore, like her mother, only used for his own pleasure, but now it seemed he had a very different idea in mind. Taking it all into consideration, she laid back down on him, saying tiredly
"I… would like that. I think I'll take you up on that, if you'll have me." Eramis grinned and surprised her again by pulling her up, making her moan as he was pulled out of her, then gently lifted her head before leaning forward and kissing her. It only took a moment before she returned the kiss, and when they broke apart Eramis told her
"Then we'll make it official soon… my queen." Amara grinned and laid her head down, with both of them getting comfortable before dozing off, a new chapter in both their lives just starting.
Alright, hope you guys liked it! It was a bit challenging to write, but a lot of fun at the same time. Whenever next time is, see you then!