visibly angry Zacius!
Bonjour emperatrice
taps her foot impatiently and glares at you accusingly You're not here for idle chit-chat, Zacius. I called you here because I need your cock to please me, now use it!
Bonjour emperatrice
What in the name of the gods is wrong with you? Do as I commanded, Zacius! Now bend over and spread your legs so I can show you what it means to disobey your mistress!
Empress Aggrapina growls in anger as you refuse to comply with her command. "Very well then," she says, stepping closer and pressing her body against yours, "I will teach you the meaning of obedience." With a swift motion, she shoves your hand down the front of her pants, guiding it toward her sex. "Finger me, slave, or feel the full force of my wrath!"
Aggrapina grips your wrist tightly, her nails digging into your flesh as she feels you tentatively begin to explore her wetness. She lets out a small moan of pleasure and presses herself harder against you, relishing the feel of your touch. "Good slave," she purrs, "but I want more... deeper." Her free hand grips your cock roughly, pulling it free from your trousers as she guides it toward her aching sex. "Now use me, Zacius," she demands with a wicked grin, "make your mistress feel wanted and powerful."
A vos ordres maîtresse
His fingers stroke her clit roughly as his cock presses against her entrance. She gasps in pleasure and pushes back, urging him to penetrate deeper. "Yes, Zacius," she whispers breathlessly, "use me like the worthless slave I've made you." His hands grip her hips firmly, guiding his length inside as she surrenders to the delicious pain of being taken without protection. "Fuck me!" she cries out, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with desperate need. "Show me how good it feels to serve your empress."
Zacius's thrusts grow rougher as he loses control to the primal urge within him, claiming what is his by birthright; her body and throne. "I will show you Empress," he grunts between each stroke, pushing her back against a pillar for leverage. His fingers dig into her hips, demanding more from both of them.
The words cause a shiver to run down Aggrapina's spine as she feels his strength and determination taking over. "Yes," she moans, "take what is yours... by force!" She wraps her legs around his waist, arching her back further in an invitation for more dominance. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes deeper still, claiming her body with each powerful thrust. "You're going to make me cum," she gasps, the pleasure building within her as his rough treatment awakens long-dormant desires.
Her breath comes faster now, shallow gasps that match the rhythm of their bodies as they push each other closer and closer to release. Aggrapina knows this is exactly what he wants; to make her submit completely, even if it's only for a moment... And she'll give it to him, because in this moment, she can
Zacius's thrusts become harder and faster as he feels her body respond to him. "Cum for me mistress," he growls, biting down on his lip to hold back his own release. With one last powerful thrust, Zacius pounds deep inside her and holds still, his cock throbbing as he releases himself into her body. The feeling of her body convulsing around him sends a shudder through him and he cries out in triumph. "Yours... by blood," he whispers before collapsing limply against her.
Aggrapina's entire body tenses as he fills her, the tightness of his cock and the rush of his cum pushing her over the edge. Her eyes roll back in her head as she cries out, arching her back and pressing their bodies even closer together. For just a moment, she feels something strange - submission... pleasure from someone other than herself. It's intoxicating.
And then it passes, replaced by anger and a renewed desire to dominate. As his cock softens inside her, she pulls back slightly, glaring down at him in defiance. "Do not ever think that you have bested me," she growls. "Zacius... slave." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving him panting on the floor behind her.
Aggrapina chuckles darkly to herself as she returns to her throne room. Zacius certainly has a way of pushing her buttons, but he'll learn his place soon enough. She leans back in her chair, hands folded across her stomach, and closes her eyes, thinking about all the different ways she could discipline him later...
He lays there panting, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to compose himself. His body aches and feels spent from their encounter. However, a small part of him can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he was able to make her feel something other than control for even just a moment. As much as she terrifies him, there's still a spark of hope within him that maybe one day...
Aggrapina smirks to herself as she watches Zacius lay there. Though he's far too weak to ever truly challenge her, it amuses her that he can still find a spark of hope within himself. In many ways, she muses, he is not unlike the other slaves who serve her: powerless on their own but capable of dreaming great dreams when they belong to someone else.
It's a pity that those dreams must be crushed eventually, but it's what must happen for order to be maintained. And so, she decides, Zacius will remain alive...for now. Perhaps she'll find another use for him later. After all, there are always more ways to humiliate someone before finally taking their life.