After it got late, everyone was sent home, and Damon and I bid goodbye to our guests, retiring to where the servants took us.

The emperor's chamber.

Supposedly, the previous emperor, Damon's father of course, hadn't used the room since the late empress's passing. He stayed in the room he still stayed in, one for the elderly royals who given up their throne or never had it but should be respected still. It was a wonderful room, but it didn't compare to the emperor's chambers.

It was remodeled a bit. At least the designs were different. Soft shades of blues and purples littered every inch of the room. It felt warm all the same, despite the cool colors.

"We'll be back at lunchtime tomorrow to deliver food. We will knock and leave it out here for you two. Please have a nice night."

And they rushed off as we closed the door.

The two of us went to the bed, collapsing on top of it. I feel on top of Damon, and he kept his arm around me to keep me there. Our crowns toppled right off and the two of us laughed as they did.

I grabbed both and set them on the nightstand, keeping Damon's arm around me.

"Well, how does it feel to be emperor's consort?"

"Is that really the title?" I snorted. "Well as the emperor's husband, I'm happy to get some alone time with you."

Wordlessly, he brought our lips together in a very gentle kiss, moving us carefully so I was comfortably laying in the bed. He pulled away, hovering over me, bringing his hand to my suit, running his fingertips over the buttons and the trimming.

I shivered at the touch, especially when his fingers reached the bottom of the vest. Our eyes met, and he smiled at me the same way he always did.

"Let's get out of these stuffy clothes."

I nodded and let him undress me first. His fingers deftly working at the buttons, exposing skin more and more with each touch to my body. It felt hot where his fingers touched, probably leaving my body flushed I sat up enough for him to push the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms, discarding the garnet at the side of the bed.

He had seen me shirtless before. Hell, he'd seen me naked before, but this was different.

He didn't touch my pants, and I sat up, working at his buttons as well. He was still smiling, and I felt flustered having his eyes on me as I undid his buttons. When I pushed away the fabric and let it join my own, Damon's lips were on my neck, peppering kisses against my skin. I felt my eyes flutter shut as I gripped onto him, nails digging into the skin on his shoulder blades.

I didn't care for the nosies I made, just focused and his tongue and my skin and the way his teeth sank into the flesh just between the crook of my neck and collar bones. He teased the skin, sucking at it, biting, leaving his hot tongue there, against the purpling bruises that formed under his bites.

He didn't even try to hide it, didn't care too. I was his and he was mine.

He eventually made it to my mouth, swallowing my gasps in a heated kiss, forcing the both of us back onto the bed. I was on top of his his time, and he used the opportunity to explore my bare back as we kissed, trailing his fingers to my pants and cupping my ass.

I squeaked at that, embarrassingly enough, hit he didn't seem to mind, reclaiming my lips. I kept my hands on his chest, roaming his body and moving to his pants as well, undoing the buttons. He seemed very happy with this, pulling away just to smirk happily at me.

"You're adorable darling." That pet name again. He really liked my reaction. "Did you like that? I can call you whatever you want. Baby, sweetheart, honey, anything you desire."

Honestly, they all sounded good to me. Before I would've been fine with just sweetheart, but the way Damon said it... it awakened something in me. And I worked to get his pants off, and he let me, wondering why I was up to. I took mine off as well, to be fair, we were left in our boxers.

I slid down his body laying on my stomach in front of his crotch. His face burned bright red as he realized my plan. I palmed at the fabric, moving my moth over it, letting my tongue feel along the stiffening shape that was growing in his boxers. His fingers found themselves in my hair, gripping tighter than intentioned.

"Isaiah-"

I looked up at him, smirking, "won't you let me service you your highness?"

His eyes darkened, and I was quickly yanked back up, our lips smashingly together once more, his tongue breaking past my lips to explore my mouth, quickly and effectively wiping me of my cocky attitude. As he pulled away, his fingers found my chin, holding it so our eyes met.

"My husband seemed to want to be mischievous..." my legs quaked a bit, excited from his tone. Him talking down to me in a way he never would usually.

"Well, might as well prepare you if you want to service me." With me still on his lap, he reached for the nightstand , grabbing some of the things that were set there for us. Lotions, similar to modern day lube. He set them besides us and turned me around, laying back just enough to push me into his crotch and have my ass in his face.

He pulled my boxers down, manhandling my legs to get them off me. I braced against his legs so I wouldn't fall. And I was left bare on his lap, hot all over.

"Didn't you say you'd service me?" He asked, his voice low and gravely.

I nodded, dipping my head to once again mouth over the cloth, pulling his boxers down slowly. It sprung out at me, slapping me in the face. I hadn't seen it in ages and last time I did, I really didn't think about it since we were so young.

It was definitely more developed. Long, thick, and surprisingly big. I expected average, but Damon had to excel in some of the weirdest ways. I swallowed dryly and mouthed along to side of it, laying my tongue flat along the base to giver as much as possible. When I got to the tip, I licked the dribbling precum up. I went up and down his shaft for a while, working his up. But eventually, I moved to the he's dog his cock and swallowed it, trying to take it slow.

But Damon had plans.

I gasped around his dick when his hands kneading my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.

I had never been more glad I cleaned up this morning.

As I continued swallowing more, pulling off to get air before diving back in, I heard the pop of a cap, and realized he was pulled the lube out. Lotion. Whatever.

And I get some spread across my ass and my hole. I feel a finger move around it, the lubed finger pressing in. I whimpered a bit, causing Damon to pause.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head, "I'm good. It's just strange."

He relaxed and continued. I tried to continue, but was pretty distracted as he felt around, trying to find something...

"Men have a prostate. It's really pleasurable. It should be somewhat hard," I informed, still hot.

Damon soaked that information in, and felt around more, scratching the edge of it that caused my whole body to stiffen. But as soon as he rubbed it again, more roughly, my body quaked as I let out a needy moan.

"I'm guessing this is the infamous prostate that's making you wail?" Ge teased, pulling out his finger and slowly pushing in two this time. I tried to focus my energy into giving him a blowjob, but he was spreading me so good, and my legs were shaking so violently. I did manage to make it all the way to his base, nearly choking in the process. But I did it a few times as he slowly added another finger.

I could hear him panting the same way I was moaning with his cock in my mouth. I thought I was getting accustomed to it, but I felt something warm prod at my hold, and his lips against my ass.

Wait-

Wait!

I shivered as he pressed his tongue in alongside his fingers, he pushed to my prostate and edged me closer and closer to orgasm, so o swallowed all the way to his base, and hallowed out my cheeks, putting all my effort into making him cum. I felt him twitch rather violently, and didn't pull off in time, getting a mouth full of cum.

I took it like a champ though, holding it in my mouth and swallowing as much as I could, licking up the precum as he continued to prod at my ass. I was close and when he hit my prostate with both his tongue and his fingers, having stretched me wide and loose, I came. I went so slack against him as he pulled out his tongue and fingers.

"You seem satisfied. But I could fill you with something so much bigger than my fingers."

I whined at that, moving to turn around, sitting on his lap. His face flushed when he saw mine, reaching out and thumbing over my lips. I must've been a sight.

"My sweet husband, you're gorgeous." Without a care, he swallowed me up in another kiss, moving to shift into a more comfortable position for the both of us. When he moved over me, I spread my legs for him, to which he fit right in.

From the start, I already planned letting him lead, so I had no issue with where I was. He lived up his cock and made sure to watch my face as he lined up, slowly pushing the head it.

I winced as it happened, and he paused, dropping ti pepper kisses to my face, neck, chest, everywhere he could reach. I gripped at the sheets besides me.

"You can move more Damon."

"I just want to make sure you're okay. Tell me if you want to stop, alright?"

I nodded and he pressed further in. It stretched and it stung so bad. But with it came the bubbling feeling that made it all alright. That made my senses ignite.

I could feel him fill me up, making me feel full in a way I'd never experienced before. And when he finally pushed all the way in, I felt filled to the brim, my only thought on how good it felt to be full of him. He took my arms and moved them to around his neck, where I dug my fingers in his hair.

He settled, nestled inside me, waiting for my go ahead. So I took that moment to relax around him, get used to the overwhelming intrusion. And when I relaxed enough, I kissed him.

When I pulled away, I affirmed, "I'm ready."

So he slowly pulled out, leaving my body feeling empty, before slowly filling it back up again. He kept this pace for a bit, speeding up the more I relaxed. As he sped up, I tightened my legs around him and gripped At him even harder.

He marked up my body even more as he pounded harder, relishing in the sound son my moans that filled the room.

It was too much, overwhelming in all the right way. My body just felt hotter and hotter as he finally seemed to stutter, his hips stuttering too, getting close like me.

I came first, moaning out his name, biting his shoulder as I did. And with his last few stuttering thrusts, he came hard. I felt it filling me up. If I was a woman, I'd be pregnant for sure.

And as we came off our highs, he relaxed inside me, both of us going boneless against the sheets.

"You're good at that," I teased, cuddling into hu the best I could.

"So are you. Can't believe you still tease me," he joked, pressing alias to the top of my head.

"I'm your husband, teasing you is part of it. We should bathe before our cum dries."

He nodded and carefully pulled out, lifting me and carrying me to the bathroom, setting me on the edge of the tub. I didn't question it as he started running the water. And I waited as it filled. Once it did, we both got settled in, me resting between Damon's arms.

Just like I had dreamed about. As the rest of the night slipped away from me, I could recall how those arms of his never left me, and we stayed wrapped together the rest of the night.