6.2 Obeisance

Several days pass by rather uneventfully. The fuss regarding Aurelius has finally subsided, leaving in its place a soft buzz of anticipation. After all, the young man will be taking his place as Emperor quite soon. Disregarding the typical traditions, it seems as if he has moved the day of his inauguration forward. Perhaps somewhat spurred by the sudden demise of two of his cousins. Regardless of his reasons, the day in question quickly approaches. To your surprise and relief you have not made direct contact with the man since your first meeting. Though you have caught glimpses of him in passing, he has maintained a certain distance. You suppose this ought to be some relief, however, instead it only makes you all the more nervous.

It is a few days before the ceremony when you find yourself absentmindedly wandering through the halls of your large abode. A strange feeling takes over you as you realize this will all soon be relinquished to the irascible man. As if summoned by your thoughts, you are alarmed to see the man upon rounding a corner. Stiffening in surprise, you quickly turn to go back in the direction you had come from.

"Kora" You hear him address you before you're able to slip away.

Wincing softly, you reluctantly turn to face him, noting he has purposefully left out your title. Glancing at him somewhat wearily, you can only hope this will be a brief interaction. Unfortunately, judging from the look on Aurelius' face that is likely far from the case. A light crease is spread over his brow and there is an irate expression covering his pale blue eyes.

"Aurelius." You reply brusquely, taking a step back to maintain your distance.

The man appears to be either oblivious or uncaring towards your defensive stance. Moving forward, he stops to stand mere inches from your frame.

"It seems as if you are quite beloved here." He remarks in a low tone, his eyes boring into your own. "It is no wonder my cousin chose you as his bride."

"And what of it?" You question sharply, concerned as to why this has been brought up.

"Alexius was always a man of strategy, I will give him that much." Aurelius states though his tone hardly reflects one of respect or admiration. "It seems as if I may be **** to walk in similar footsteps."

"I do not care for what you are implying." You respond quickly before taking another step back. "If it is what I suspect, then the answer is no."

"You think you have a choice?" The man scoffs coldly, his hand reaching out and roughly grabbing the back of your head.

A pained gasp leaves your lips as you're suddenly **** to your knees. You quickly struggle against his grasp when you see his other hand move towards his garments. This only leads to his grip tightening as you're pulled forward. Your eyes widen in surprise and slight fear when you're brought to face his large appendage. Looking up at him in concern you open your mouth to protest. Unfortunately, the man uses this opportunity to **** you forward once more. Air swiftly escapes you as his thick shaft is roughly shoved down your narrow throat. Gasping and sputtering, you feel tears spring into your eyes as more of the member is **** down.

Just as you're beginning to feel light headed, the hand on the back of your head pulls you back momentarily. You're afforded a brief gasp of air before your head is **** down once more. Struggling against his grasp in vain, you feel him completely engulfing your throat. Ignoring all of this, Aurelius begins thrusting himself deeper. Large globules of saliva spill down the sides of your mouth and splatter against the stone floor. You can hear the man grunt as his shaft continues slipping down your passage. His fingers curl around your hair somewhat painfully as you feel his body stiffen. A sudden rush of warmth cascades down your throat before you're aware of what is happening.

Coughing and gasping, you slump forward after Aurelius finally pulls away. More liquid runs down the corner of your lips as your attempt to regain your breath. In the corner of your eye, you can see the man casually readjusting his clothes. Tentatively, you glance up at him to see a rather hollow expression on his face. It is impossible to ascertain whether he was pleased or displeased by your unwanted show. Regardless of his feelings, you're certain that you're feeling unexpectedly torn. Though you had been far from willing, the action seems to have stirred something inside you. Trying your best not to blush, you scramble to your feet before quickly retreating. you're thankful the man makes no attempts to stop you, however, you're certain you're far from free.