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The Princess and the Emperor	By : senorita_finkelstein Category: +1 through F > Arthur and the Invisibles Views: 1466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Down and down we go,
We'll torch this place we know.
Before one of us takes a chance,
And breaks this, I won't be the one.
No, I won't be the one."
The Chainsmokers - The One.
Selenia shrieked as she was pushed into Maltazard’s chambers by none other than M himself, nearly stumbling onto the bed until she was able to balance herself back on her feet sturdily. She flinched as she heard the door slam shut soon after, turning to see her husband standing there, looking angrier than he had ever been before — almost angrier than he’d been when she called him a monster twice. His multicolored eyes were filled with a fiery rage, his teeth gritted so hard she was surprised they weren’t chapped from the sheer pressure, his fist clenched to the point where she could see his nails digging into his skin which looked rather painful, his chest moving up and down as he breathed in and out harshly — to look at the emperor and say he was mad was an understatement of the millennium. He was absolutely livid right now.
He took one step toward her. “I consider myself rather noble,” he began, his voice calm yet oozing with venom. It was rather unsettling, giving the former princess the same eerie feeling from when she first entered his lair. “I can be noble. For example, I’ve let your brother and your friend go — even bloody Archibald has been released, when I didn’t include him in my favor that I promised to grant you to begin with! I let him go, only because you kept insisting I do and since I am noble, I did as you asked.”
“Someone who is noble doesn’t falsely imprison people to begin with,” Selenia argued, trying to stand her ground and not shrink back. She wouldn’t be afraid. She couldn’t afford to be afraid when there was work to be done, when there was a beast that needed to be tamed. Besides, the fact that M considered himself noble nearly made her snort. If he was noble, then she was half human. “A person who is noble would know that despite whatever may have happened in the past, there is no justification for tearing apart a family and leaving someone to waste away in a cell for so many moons. If you were really noble, you wouldn't have locked up Archibald. You wouldn't have ordered Betameche and Arthur to be put in prison. You wouldn't have taken Mino as a prisoner either nor would you have used him as a slave if you were truly noble.” She gestured to a window, where there was a high view of the city and its rooftops. “If you were noble, you wouldn’t have used slaves to build your empire. In fact, this empire wouldn’t have existed the way it does now if you were truly noble.” She looked back at him, glaring. “So no, you’re not noble. You’re the complete opposite, actually.”
The emperor shot a harsh glare at his bride. "Didn't you ever learn to not speak ignorantly?" he asked, shaking his head at her.
"Yes, and I was also taught to speak truthfully too," she responded, her tone blunt. "And that's what I'm doing now: speaking the truth. You're the ignorant one here, calling yourself noble when all you've done is act like a barbarian."
"Barbarian?" his voice dripped with venom as he repeated the word. How this stubborn flower's words stung him like a rose's thorns... no pollen radiated from her, only poison. It struck a strange cord in him, wounding his ego more than he'd like to admit. "Now you're stating even more nonsense. I've done all you've asked of me—"
"Yet when you did, you behaved so callously," Selenia interrupted her husband. "You're so crude and full of yourself. You treat everyone as if they're beneath you, unworthy of even a smidge of respect. I ask you to do your favors, and you have me taken away when I get rightfully angry at you for stalling so much. I ask you to release Archibald and you go on this tangent, acting as if the past between you both gives you any right to—"
"You have no idea what happened in the past," Maltazard interrupted his wife now, his voice deathly low. His multicolored eyes stared her down with a glare so harsh, it would've struck her down if looks were deadly. "You have no idea what that human has done to me, or your — no, I'm sorry, our people have done to me either. Especially your father." He turned from her, feeling a pain in his chest as he recalled the past; the scorn, the isolation, the ridicule, the ungratefulness and all the pain. He fought for the first kingdom and what did it give him in return? Nothing. It spat back in his face, slapped the hand that fed it and chased him away... left him to become who he was now. And this girl had the audacity to call him barbaric. If only she knew what really happened centuries ago, then she would be begging for his forgiveness.
Not that he would ever forgive or forget.
"And oh, I'm sorry I don't treat prisoners or defiant insolents so highly," the emperor went on, his voice turning snarky. "But you must understand, I am not a some miracle worker. I cannot grant your wishes immediately in the blink of an eye. And I am not obligated to be kind to someone who calls me a monster."
"Not even your own spouse?" Selenia spat. "By the gods of the forest, you say you hate being called a monster yet you give me no reason to not call you one. I'm the defiant insolent?" She gestured to herself, then pointed to him. "You're the one who is defiant and insolent! Is it so hard to just follow up with what you promised?"
Maltazard gritted his teeth, his fists balling up. "You know what? Forget it! It's absolutely pointless trying to speak to you!" He threw his arms up. "You're more stubborn than a dung beetle — actually, no, that's an insult to dung beetles. They're not as spoiled and hardheaded as you." He sneered at her as he uttered the last words, "And a female dung beetle is far more ladylike and well-mannered than a headstrong princess who can't realize her place."
Selenia's eye twitched, her ears flattening to the sides of her head. Spoiled. Hardheaded. Unladylike. Ill-mannered. That is what he just called her. These were simple insults, implied in his wording but they were enough to feel like a slap to Selenia’s face. The atmosphere in the room was thick with negative energy, and the young empress was finding it harder and harder to ignore the bitterness building up in her throat. The words brought back memories of the soul crushing defeats from her past — like the time her father scolded her for the way she presented herself at a festival where all the leaders from the seven kingdoms attended when she was around 800 moons old, how she had poured hot honeydew into the lap of King Ronin of the Second Kingdom when he made a remark on how "unfortunate" it was that she was to be the heiress. Or when her father remarked how she lacked a proper guidance, how she acted more like a manifesting weed than a growing flower.
Or when recently, she was unable to pull the sword from the stone, because her heart wasn't pure enough as her father told her when he'd asked her what she would do if she ever faced M. She had replied with how she would attack the scoundrel and to that, everyone gasped as if she had recited a curse, and her father only shook his head and deemed her impure. And oh how he embraced the human, Arthur, when he pulled the sword out because somehow, this outsider was more pure than she, a princess of the First Kingdom, she whose kiss was so pure that it could lift Maltazard's curse. The king of the minimoys preferred this human to his own child, his own heir.
Remembering the soul-crushing defeats of her past, Selenia couldn’t help pressing her lips together in anger, her fists balling up as tears sprang to her eyes. She didn’t dare let a single drop spill though. She wouldn't cry, not over M. Never over him.
“I know my place,” she said quietly, through gritted teeth. “I’ve known it since the day I was born.”
“Oh, do you now?” asked Maltazard, raising an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “And what is your place exactly?”
“I am Empress Selenia,” said the former princess, stepping forward to him. “Daughter of Emperor Sifrat de Matradoy of the First Kingdom, wife of Emperor Maltazard of the Seventh Kingdom — heiress and rightful co-ruler to both lands, one of which is by blood and the other through marriage. And whether you like it or not…” She got up in his face, her nose pressing harshly against his. “I have power and a high rank here. So either you learn to accept this and respect that, follow through with the promises you’ve made and all that… or you can experience more of this flower’s thorns.” She pulled her face away, hissing out, “Your choice, dear husband. Make a wise one.”
“And there it is again: that insolence,” Maltazard tsked, shaking his head. “My dear, you think that you are intimidating, that you have power…but you don’t. And you won’t, not with how you’ve defied me in such a putrid manner, releasing a prisoner—”
“Because he was falsely imprisoned!” Selenia interrupted, eyes narrowing further. “He shouldn’t have been slaving away here in the first place.”
“He shouldn’t have trespassed here then,” Maltazard retorted, shrugging unsympathetically. “The moment he set foot on this land, he became a prisoner of Necropolis.”
“Not anymore,” Selenia said boldly. “Not when I’m empress now. As long as I am empress of these lands, I’ll do everything I can to make sure every single slave you’ve got here is freed. I’ll make sure this city will have a brighter future, one where your reign—”
“Where my reign what?” he interrupted her, his tone more harsh than before. He glared at her once more, sending shivers up her spine. This insolent girl… how many times must I knock her down a peg? he wondered. “Ends? Because trust me, it will be several centuries before that happens. And be my guest in trying to free prisoners, but as long as I’m the emperor, they’ll stay in their current positions. This land will remain the way it is for a very long time.” And suddenly, he pulled her close to him and whispered into her ear, “And you, my dear, will face a punishment fitting for your actions.”
“Like what?” she snarled, her eyes meeting his as she tried to remain unafraid.
A smirk crossed his features. “Like this.”
Before she could even blink, she found herself thrown onto the bed, landing face first onto the mattress. She let out a cry of protest, her eyes darting around as she looked up, only to see her husband bring out a belt from the drawers nearby. She raised an eyebrow in confusion. A belt? Why on earth is he bringing that out? she wondered.
“You are now going to receive a proper lecture of etiquette and what it means to defy me,” he announced, licking his lips as he ran his hands over the belt.
She gave him a confused look. “What’s the belt for?” she asked him. “You’ve never needed one.”
He blinked. “Well, it’s uh… it’s related to the lesson I’m about to give you regarding your consequence,” he explained slowly, awkwardly. Damn, he forgot that she hadn’t had her flower fully plucked yet… well, no matter. Now was the perfect time to start picking it. So he sat on the bed and began to try to pull her towards him, attempting to bend her over his lap.
But she pulled away from him, eyes squinting at him. “But how exactly? And why the hell are you trying to get me to bend over your lap?” She looked between his face and his lap, an incredulous expression on her face.
“… you know what?” The emperor slowly and awkwardly put the belt away. “Perhaps it’s a lesson appropriate for another day.” Then an idea came into his mind. A more…appropriate punishment. He smirked and dragged his bride onto his lap, much to her yelps and protests. “For now, I suppose this will have to do in teaching you proper etiquette.”
“Wha—“
Before Selenia could get a single word out, Maltazard raised his hand and brought it down harshly upon her rear end, making the princess let out a loud cry of pain.
“This is what happens when you cross me!” he exclaimed, smacking his wife’s rear a second time.
“WHA— MALTAZARD!!” she shrieked, her face hot with embarrassment and rage. What the hell is he doing? The dirty, no-good, son of a bitch… the scoundrel! How could he lay his hand upon her in such a way?! Why, she ought to— “WHAT THE HELL? WHAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT IS THIS?! HOW CAN YOU—“ she was cut off by him smacking her rear a third time, making her yelp again and … moan, much to her dismay, as the quick surge of pain that coursed through her lower half was soon replaced by a surprising wave of pleasure. Oh no… fuck!
“Silence, dearest~” He grinned at her, cheeky and smug. Hearing her moan made him aware that he had her right where he wanted her. Perfect. Now she would know not to mess with him, to obey him... and to know what would happen if she ever did cross him again. “It's very rude to speak when you're being punished.”
Her face flushed a bright red and her ears twitched in a morbid delight, much to her dismay. She squirmed in his hold, hissing, “You sick, twisted—!”
“Ah, ah, ah – don’t sass me,” Maltazard warned, bringing his hand down upon Selenia's rear once more, delivering yet another smack. He smirked, hearing her yelps followed by moaning. Who would’ve guessed the princess was so naughty? That she could be such a … masochist? He certainly hadn’t expected her to take pleasure from her own punishment, but he wasn’t complaining, not when it would only serve to prevent any further defiant acts from his bride. She’ll learn not to press on any further, he thought smugly. To not demand so much. It’s about time she accepts her place.
Selenia covered her mouth, trying her best to muffle her moans as her rear was smacked over and over, but they kept escaping her. She cursed herself and the emperor. Damn it, why are you enjoying this? she asked inwardly. Why do you enjoy him being so vulgar? A part of her couldn't fathom why she enjoyed being spanked by him yet another half was giving in, so much so that she felt her nether regions growing … wet. Wait, what? A gasp escaped her as she realized she had begun to get aroused by the punishment, more than she would have liked. Oh no, no—!
“Hmm?” Maltazard stopped the spanking, his ears perking up and an eyebrow raising as he saw his wife’s eyes were wide with shock, fear and…shame. He saw her ears were pointed upward, her body stiff and his eyes traveled downward until he saw her leaf pants were soaked in the nether region. His look of confusion turned into one of amusement and slight arousal, seeing that she had gotten wet over him punishing her. She’s even more filthy than I thought…perfect. This will make it all the more easier, he thought to himself, running his hand over her clothed crotch. “Oh my poor Selenia, I haven’t even properly touched you here and you’re already wet,” he tsked, smirking. “So naughty…”
“S-shut up,” she whimpered, biting her lip as she tried to hold back a moan. Feeling his finger run over her clit send waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body shuddering with delight as a new sensation took over. She had never been touched by anybody, much less touched herself, so to have this older man — the enemy — touch her most private area… it was too much. She tried to push his hand away with her own hands, gasping when he simply flipped her over, her autumn-colored eyes meeting his multicolored orbs.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be too rough. After all, it is our wedding night…” he chuckled, licking his lips as his eyes traveled up and down her figure. He ran his hands over her form, arousing moans from her, until he stopped above her most private area. There, he slipped down her leaf pants and let out another low chuckle when he saw her undergarments: simple panties. “How quaint.”
“P-please,” she begged him, trying to shield herself using her hands. She hadn't given thought of this part of the wedding night. It never crossed her mind that she would eventually have to loose her virginity, the remaining part of her innocence, to the emperor. In her younger years, she had dreamed of marrying a knight she had once adored when she was a small child — a knight who danced gracefully and had the most peculiar, kindest eyes and smile. She couldn't recall his appearance, most of it being a blur to her, but she remembered how he was so nice to her, how he made her happy. She remembered how he had disappeared one day, vanishing without a single trace. She remembered how she cried for days on end, wishing for his return. Even as years passed, she'd wished for him to come back, for he was the only one who she could come close to loving — the one she had wanted to be her king. It was he who she wished to give herself to, never imagining that it would be M that she would end up marrying, who she would eventually have to allow to deflower her. “I’m sorry. If- if you follow up on the favors you promised, then I swear—”
“Shhh… the only favors that will be done now are that of carnal pleasures,” he whispered, prying her hands away with his own before carefully slipping off her panties. He started to rub her clit with his fingers, gently brushing his digits against her cunt, relishing in the moans that escaped his bride. Yes, perfect... she's wet enough for it. Then, the emperor stood up and began to remove his clothes, one by one, getting naked from top to bottom.
Seeing her husband discard his clothes quickly, the princess' eyes were wide as saucer plates as she realized what was about to happen soon. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest, an uneasy light feeling in her stomach, her cheeks flushed even hotter and her cunt soaked to the brim. This wasn't happening. She refused to believe it was. She closed her eyes and tried to envision it was the knight climbing on top of her, naked with his cock hanging out, but as soon as she felt a hand on her cheek, she opened her eyes again and saw that wasn't the case. Instead, it was M who was on top of her, his cock unsheathed and erect, some hair around it along with a bit of precum oozing from the tip. And she cursed herself for the shivers that went down her spine as she looked at his shaft. Despite the fact he was a monster, she had to admit... he was a rather fine specimen. But he was a still a scoundrel.
Selenia looked up at M, shaking her head quickly. “Maltazard, we — we haven’t discussed this properly,” she began. This isn’t happening. I can’t be losing my virginity to M…at least, not so soon. I have to stall this. This can’t happen, not now…not when I still remember him. As childish as it sounded, she couldn’t replace her knight – not yet, at least. Not until she was ready to fully give into M’s desires, and it would be many moons until she was ready. “We should wait before taking such a big leap into this part of our marriage—”
“On the contrary, my dear,” Maltazard interrupted, a large lustful grin on his face. “After all the stunts you’ve pulled so far, I believe it’s time we take this plunge to relieve us of the stress caused by said stunts… it will do us both some good to have some carnal relaxation. And besides, I thought you were all about following duty?” He put a hand over his chest as he leered at her. “According to duties, it is required to consummate a marriage. So really, we’ll be doing a great service with this. Now, calm yourself and relax… I will try not to be too rough.” Though I cannot promise anything, he added quietly to himself.
Before she could say anything else, he began to rub his cock along her entrance, inciting both a gasp and a moan from her. He felt her shudder beneath him, followed by a quiet, “Maltazard...” This only prompted him to smirk, knowing he was arousing her. So he continued to grind upon her, teasing her clit with his manhood.
“AHHHH~” Selenia hated herself for moaning, whimpering — for taking pleasure from Maltazard’s cock grinding against her clit. But damn it, it felt good…too good. He was her enemy, yet she was married to him and enjoying the feeling of him on her, even when she knew this was wrong. All of it was wrong. It was supposed to be the mysterious knight’s cock grinding on her, slowly entering her — pounding inside her and filling her with his seed. But it wasn’t his cock. It was M’s, and she wanted to scream and shout but couldn’t, not when a part of her enjoyed his teasing. But it couldn't go any further than teasing, she reminded herself. Not now. It was too soon. She wasn't ready yet.
So she quickly used her hand to grab his cock just as it was about to grind on her entrance yet again, stopping him from going any further. "Wait," she said, finally finding her voice and being able to speak clearly, loudly. "Don't...don't go any further."
The emperor looked at his wife with annoyance. “Why not?” he asked impatiently. “After all that’s happened tonight, this will be the one thing we can—”
“I’m not…ready,” the princess said slowly, glancing away from him. She found herself unable to look him in the eye. How could she after the intimate contact he had made with her seconds ago? After how he was so close to deflowering her? “And – and I think since it’s been a lackluster night, we should wait until there is a perfect night for us to consummate our marriage, when we’re both ready and willing. That way, it will be less hard and…and you’ll be able to savor every second of me.” Her voice trembled on the last words, but she tried to sound confident.
Maltazard thought about it for a moment. For once, what the princess was saying sounded fully reasonable and not too pushy. It did sound right to wait until the night was just right to fully pluck this flower, to savor every second of deflowering her — especially when she would be willing, ready to accept his seed. Any hint of unwillingness wouldn’t do at all, not only due to how hard it would make things, but for the sake of both their pleasures… despite what she thought of him, he wasn’t so monstrous to the point where he would violate someone, especially not her, she who he once watched over so many centuries ago. He wasn’t heartless or cruel. As much as he hated to admit it, some fragments of his old self remained, even a part that…cared.
So he nodded his head. “Alright then, I suppose you have a point,” he conceded. “I shall wait until you are ready before we consummate our marriage, even if it takes many moons.” Just as she sighed in relief, he raised a finger. “But I expect my needs to be satisfied, regardless.” After all, he wasn’t a pushover, nor was he going to let her have the last say.
Selenia stared. “What do you want me to do then?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. He boggled her mind with how demanding he was. Yet he had the gall to act like she was the pushy one…
"Since you are holding my manhood in your hand... I believe you've got some knowledge of how to please it, correct?" he asked, flashing a smug look at her once more.
She blinked at him. Was he suggesting she stroke him? "You mean..." He nodded and she gulped. The things I do for my people...and to stall him. But she conceded with it. It was a fair enough trade, she supposed. After all, they both required some sexual contact. Might as well do some touching. So she began to stroke the head of his pre-cum slicked cock with her index finger, carefully pumping it.
Maltazard moaned, a wave of pleasure coursing up his spine. He hadn't been touched down there in centuries, and only occasionally relieved himself ten moons each or so. And the princess' touch — oh, how nice and soothing it was. To think she was a virgin... he could scarcely believe it, given how well she was stroking him. Despite their arguments, he didn't regret picking her out of all the flowers, for she was truly the best. No other princess of any other kingdom could match up to her. “Yes, that’s it my flower, that’s it,” he whispered, thrusting his hips forward to fuck her hand further. However, he stopped thrusting when her grasp around his shaft become rough. He looked at her incredulously, moving his hand to snatch hers. “What?! What is this—”
“Stop moving,” she ordered him, pushing his hand away with her free one. “I can’t focus if you keep moving it.” She grabbed his shaft harder, trying to focus on the objective: pleasuring him. Though it was hard, since she hadn’t done this before. But if his moans were any indicator, then she was doing good so far. “Besides, you picked this flower, so you’ll have to settle for this touch. Should’ve been more selective in picking plants.” She felt slightly embarrassed by her words, knowing he was probably getting off to them — and she realized she was right when she heard him moan, his hands gripping onto her shoulders. She felt his arms trembling as his grip grew tight, though not tight enough to hurt her…which surprised her, but it was a relief as well. At least he wasn't too pissed at her to the point of thinking of harming her. She could rest easy knowing she wasn't too far on his bad side.
A part of Maltazard felt triumphant, having the heiress to the first kingdom pumping his cock. He was on a winning streak, it seemed. No matter what hurdles were thrown at him, he always came on top: victorious. Speaking of coming, he couldn’t stop himself — his impending orgasm, starting with a heat pooling in his stomach. The way his wife stroked him so quickly didn’t help either, bringing him closer and closer as minutes passed. Damn, I'm not going to last long, am I? he thought, holding onto Selenia tighter. He cried out, “Yes, my flower, make your king release! Give me this wedding gift, the gift of sweet pleasure!”
Selenia didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, she wanted to scream you aren’t my king and that this wasn’t a gift, but a compromise, but on the other… it brought a strange sensation inside her that almost felt good. So much to the point where she felt something burning inside her stomach, her cunt throbbing and — oh god, was she going to cum too? Fuck, she cursed silently again. But she didn’t stop, not when she was almost done anyhow. If it had been any other circumstance, if she had chosen any other options, she would’ve been sleeping in a makeshift bed back at home by now — but she wasn’t. She was in Maltazard’s bed, kept wide awake by his fingers wrapping around her. With her eyes wide open, she finally looked back into his eyes, and there she saw a look of ecstasy, utmost pleasure and…lust. His tongue hung slightly out of his mouth, the corners of his mouth still in a slight grin as he panted. He stared back into her eyes, which had a blank expression, and he whispered, “Selenia…”
And when he uttered that, that was when his orgasm finally happened. He let out one final long, loud moan as he shot the vulgar seed he held inside him into her hand, onto the blanket, soaking both thoroughly. And once he came, he heard her let out a moan again, though this time it was longer, which made him smirk, knowing that she was experiencing her own orgasm too. Her first in fact, which stroked his ego hard, knowing he got her to cum without even touching her. He glanced down, watching her squirt and further soak the sheets.
He didn’t care if they made a mess. The servants could clean it up in the morning. So he looked back into her eyes and kissed her forehead. “Excellent job, my dear,” he praised her, and he meant it. She did good, even for an inexperienced virgin. Later on, they would brush up and improve upon her skills. But for now, he was content with this.
"Thank you," she breathed out, and she also meant it.
Maltazard got up and brushed himself off, then proceed to head over to his side of the bed and pull aside the covers to climb in. Selenia raised an eyebrow, before it then hit her: she was going to be sharing the mattress with him. She was going to sleep beside the emperor of Necropolis. She looked at him with wide eyes, shakily asking: "Y-you don't happen to have a spare mattress, do you?"
Maltazard snorted, waving a hand in dismissal. “No, I don’t have a spare. The only other mattress in the palace belongs to Darkos, so if you have any issue sharing one with me… then take it up with your stepson, see if he’s willing to share his.”
Selenia paused. She thought back to her encounter with Darkos in Max’s kingdom, how she said she would rather die than dance with him — and while their last interaction had been slightly better, he was still the son of M at the end of the day, a military leader of Necropolis’ army. Not only that, but her stepson too. To share a bed with him felt wrong… so she decided to take what she could get, relenting quietly, “Fine… move aside, let me have some room.” And with that, she climbed into the bed, pulling the sheets over her as she rested on her right side.
“Goodnight, princess,” Maltazard whispered, before shutting off the light.
From the corner of her eye, Selenia watched as the emperor began to rest. Seeing him look so calm when most of the time, he seemed so pissed, so unrelaxed… it was bizarre, to say the least. This whole thing was bizarre and she felt so out of place in this chamber, in this bed, in this kingdom — she should’ve been at home, resting in a room next to Betameche. Or in a pod. But instead, she lay beside M.
What a night this had been, but all of it was for the sake of everyone’s safety. For the sake of a million lives to continue flourishing, to improve, she would be willing to toss aside her own comforts. She would get used to it, eventually.
With many thoughts still in mind, Selenia allowed herself to finally drift off to sleep. Tomorrow would be the start of a new day and a new era, one she prayed would be a better start than tonight.
"Goodnight, Maltazard..."
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