The Crown of the Eternal Emperor

That there's so little movement around here is disconcerting. If this really is the residence of the Intransican Emperor, a literal God Among Men, than there should be obvious signs of his presence in the Strings of Fate. You see nothing to give you an indication that this is the case, as you gleam through the events of the past, all you is fairly routine pedestrian activity, nothing to indicate a higher being. Either you're not going back far enough, or this is not as has been told. Leaving the bedroom, you try to find this crown by working backwards. If the Emperor is not to be disturbed, than whatever room is the least visited is likely where he lives.

Fearing suspicion, you move swiftly through the halls, until you find such a space. Outside the room are two guards. While their armor has been given a large amount of decorative polish, they are still well armed and prepare to fight and kill if necessary. They will not hesitate to slay you where you stand, even if you they believe you to be a servant of the emperor.

But what if...., you wonder. It's a difficult trick to pull, but you tug and twist fate and their conceptions. Unsure how this may work, you have **** but to proceed. As you make yourself known to them, your mind is immediately coming up with contingencies of how to manage an escape, should it be necessary. The first glimpse of eye contact between the two of you proves that's unnecessary. Shock fills their body, leading them to genuflect sharply.

"Empress!" They say at once, bringing their eyes to the ground. You cannot help but smile madly, not just at how well this worked, but what this could mean for you. "How may we serve the Eternal Empress?"

You try to play it straight, but temptation proves too strong. "I need two strong men to please me before retiring. Do you know of any?"

"Y-y-yes of course, Empress. We live to serve." One replies as they both stand and open the door to the Emperor's bedroom. Nearly every square inch of the space is covered in tones of red and gold, the colors of the Empire itself. Immaculate and comfortable furniture is displayed everywhere, but none of it appears to have ever been used, even the bed. You drop the robe you wore casually on the floor, sauntering to the bed. On your back, you cross one leg over another and cover your large tits with one arm, beckoning them with another.

"Which of my favored soldiers will have the privilege of eating the Empress' divine cunt?" Both are more than eager to prove themselves, though one has a far better idea. Whereas one begins to undress in a hurry, the other simply drops his helmet and races towards you, still in his armor. As he approaches, you open your legs for him. You grab his hair and pull him to your crotch, shoving him into your wet pussy. You laugh before you start to moan, at how easily such a loyal pawn can be manipulated. His eager tongue does everything he possibly can to please you. While the sensation is pleasurable, there's a greater satisfaction in knowing what he does not, that he's on his way to licking out the cum of another man. Oh, what you could do with this kind of power and authority forever.

The other soldier approaches, finally naked. Your desire to bend these young men to your will grows, pushing the first man away. You turn around on the bed, exposing your other eager hole.

"Now, soldier, eat my asshole. If you do a good enough job, I'll let you fuck it."

To his credit, he doesn't flinch for a moment at his instructions. Brave soldiers, you think to yourself, given how **** most men are to do anything pleasurable for a woman. You relax your head into an overstuffed pillow, and gently close your eyes as you absorb the pleasure. The man is comitted, and as much as you would like to continue playing with both of them, you feel that they should be rewarded for their hard work.

"Good job boys, you have both entered your reward. Now, stand with me." The two men do as instructed, their imposing heights a surprising arousal for you. In another day, in other circumstances, you wouldn't mind the tables turned, to allow them to completely dominate and overpower you in their strength, but that's not today. You wrap your arms around one of their strong shoulders and give an energetic jump, though uncontrolled. With a minor moment of chaos, he gets his balances, as your legs wrap around his waist. With a spare hand, he carefully strokes the head of his cock against you until he can find your wet folds, and pushes in. Once he's there, he instinctively begans pounding away, causing you to shout.

"Stop! This is for Your Empress' Pleasure! Not Yours"

"Forgive me Empress" He says sheepily

"Not to worry, you just need to be patient." You look behind you, trying to see the other soldier. Understanding his role, he takes his reward, carefully pushing his cock into your wet and tight asshole.

"Fuuuuuuck" You let out, enjoying the sensation of two cocks for the first time in your memory, and two strong bodies pressing against you. "Now, my loyal subjects, make your Empress cum"

The two soldiers fufill their task dutifully and eager. Their strong, hard cocks slide in and out of you with speed and **** that you certainly couldn't have gotten from that old man a few minutes ago. It isn't quite enough, even still, there's so much of your body left for them to explore.

"Suck my tits! Pull my hair! You have one chance to love your empress, make it count!" There's a moment of hesitation, as if you're asking them to commit some act of heresy, but you do feel strong fingers grasp your long hair before giving a sharp tug, arching your back in response. The man in front of you opens his mouth wide to love your enormous breasts. Not content with simply sucking on your nipples, he sucks on as much as he can fit in his mouth, flicking your nipple with his tongue.

"Yes! That's it boys! More!" The men grunt and grunt as they try to give you their best "Don't you dare cum before me! That will be the last mistake you ever make"

"Yes Empress" They both respond, their bodies sweating as they try to keep control of their orgasms, and get you to reach yours. It doesn't take much longer. Your whole body shudders as you finally cum, the first time since leaving the Dungeon Master's pocket dimension.

"Good boys, now let me down" You order, which they immediately comply. Their cocks glisten in your sweet juices, their balls swollen and aching having not yet come on their own. That's not your concern, you remind yourself.

"Thank you soldiers, you have done a great deed for your Empress. Now, leave me. Please me well again, and I'll let you cum."

"Thank you Empress" They reply loyally, but you can easily see their disapointment. Enjoying the afterglow, you finally remind yourself of what you were really here for. The Crown of the Emperor sits on a table on the other side. You realize you got completely carried away in your power trip, though with pleasant ramifications. You wait for the soldiers to redress themselves and depart, before making your way for the crown. Putting your hands on it, it feels wrong, somehow. Not cursed, but as though it doesn't belong here. As though it's not a part of this world, like you.

Strange as this all is, you still take it in your hands, and with a slow thought, return to the dimension of the Dungeon Master. You were sure he would be surprised to take such a thing as your prize