9.2 Deceive

It seems far too unlikely the man would give up his power this easily. Deciding it must be a test or trap, you continue somewhat unwillingly. Though your mind is ****, you feel your body's anticipation growing with each moment. Eyeing the man carefully, you slowly become aware of the strange look on his face. After a moment you come to the realization he does truly desire this. This knowledge provides you with an unexpected boost of confidence. Smiling wryly, you place a hand against Nereus' chest lightly.

"You will acquiesce to me, if I give you what you want?" You question in a low tone while gently tracing your fingers along his skin.

"I did not say that." He replies placidly, seeming unbothered by his current predicament.

This only further solidifies your suspicions that he still has reason to believe he has the upper hand. Trying to mask your expression, you arch a brow in a questioning manner.

"Then what do I gain from all of this?" You inquire in what you hope is a slightly playful tone.

"If you are capable of fulfilling my desire," Nereus begins, his brown eyes burrowing into you uncomfortably. "I will take you as my wife when I win the election."

"Your wife?" You can't help but scoff in surprise. "You seem rather confident considering your opposition has more followers."

"That may be the case for now." He replies dismissively, his uneasy gaze still upon you. "Though, do you really think in the end they will choose some inexperienced youth over a proven leader?"

"And if I were to win?"

Nereus lets out an unexpected, harsh laugh. To your annoyance you visibly wince at the sudden reaction. Far be it that he thinks he is finally getting under your skin.

"I am in a generous mood." He smirks irritatingly before continuing. "Should you win, you may choose how to repay me."

A crease spreads across your brow as you consider this bargain. On paper it certainly seems ideal. If Kryos wins you would simply give up your title and continue on with life. If you were to win you could repay him in any manner you see fit, it would seem. More importantly, if he were to win you would retain your title, albeit with your authority drastically reduced. Typically, your first thought would be with retaining some sense of power. However, you already lived with an ill-tempered Emperor and find yourself somewhat **** to end up in such an arrangement again. Unfortunately, you're sure if you decline the offer and Nereus were to win it would only be all the worse. Inhaling deeply, you take a moment to steel your nerves before replying.

"I am agreeable to these terms."

Nereus smirk increases before his own brow raises impatiently. It seems now that you have agreed you're immediately expected to hold up your end of the arrangement. Hesitantly, you slowly lower to your knees before him. It is a rather humiliating position considering your status compared to the man before you. To your surprise, this thought sends an unexpected jolt of excitement through your body. Frowning softly, you try to ignore the sensation as you warily wrap your fingers around his still erect member.

"You will have to do far better than that," Nereus snaps brusquely and roughly shifts his body towards you. "If you also wish me to agree."

Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize what you have gotten yourself into. Gulping, you hastily tighten your grip around the large appendage. Though your mouth feels dry, you quickly part your lips and slip them around the tip of his shaft. Trying to relax, you focus on your own unwanted feelings of arousal. Something about the demeaning action has stirred unexpected pleasure. This provides you with the needed confidence to progress. Concentrating on the task at hand, you begin slowly sliding his member in deeper. After a moment you pull your head back, removing him completely. You see him begin to shift in protest but quickly stops when you spit what little saliva you have left onto his shaft. He lets out a light groan when your hand uses this as lubricant and begins moving up and down his length. Wanting to keep the momentum going, you quickly return your mouth to his tip.

You swirl your tongue along it for a moment before suddenly ramming the majority of him down your throat. You can hear his breathing grow deeper as you continue sliding more of him in. Tears are welling in the corners of your eyes but you fight them back. Determined to beat him at his game, and spurred on by your arousal, you manage to fit the last him down your narrow passage. After a moment you're **** to pull away slightly to breathe. One of your hands is still running along his shaft while you move the other to wrap around his large sack. Nereus seems to appreciate this as he leans slightly into your touch. You continue working for a considerable amount of time with waning results. Your brow furrows as your jaw grows increasingly sore. It has been a while since the man has shown any substantial reaction to your movements. After some thought, you find your mind drawn to the restraints on his wrists. There is a reason he allowed you to tie him. Otherwise, he would have simply **** you into this situation.

With this knowledge you quickly form a plan. You take a deep inhale then quickly **** the man's length down your throat, the one thing that does seem to still elicit some response. Just as he seems to be reacting to the motion, you completely pull away and stand up.

"What are you doing?" He demands irately, his expression matching his tone.

"You will get pleasure when I allow you to." You reply curtly, throwing him a haughty look.

Nereus brow raises in surprise before his expression returns to one of intrigue. A man of his status is likely used to gaining whatever he wishes, typically by ****. It should be no surprise that after sometime this method would bore him. It would appear the easiest way to achieve your goal is to subvert his expectations.

"Using my own method against me." He smiles darkly, appearing to approve. "If you expect me to beg, you will be here for quite some time."

You offer him your own smile before moving forward and standing before him. Your frame gently brushes against his bare form as you lean towards the man.

"Beg?" You repeat innocently while reaching up to run your fingers along his jaw. "What would be the fun in that? No, I think it would be far more pleasing to hear you swear your fidelity to me."

"My fidelity?" Nereus questions sharply, his expression growing increasingly drawn.

You're sure you're on the right track. After all, admitting his lower rank and pledging his allegiance to you is likely far more humiliating to a man stuck in the glory days of the military. Confident, you give him a smug nod of affirmation. His expression contorts to a mix of annoyance and satisfaction.

"Empress." He growls in a low tone, unable to hid his arousal. "I pledge myself unto you. My sword and my body are yours, serving as a perpetual display of my loyalty."

Your smile broadens at the somewhat unexpected words. It had been a slight gamble that seems to have more than paid off. Running your hand down along his side, you move to seal the deal. Your fingertips just barely brush along his shaft before you swiftly straighten up again.

"Now," You state in a dry tone, forcing all emotions to leave. "Beg."

The sudden shift causes the exact reaction you had hoped for. Nereus' brow creases in anger and discomfort. His breath grows ragged, causing his large chest to rise and fall heavily.

"Stop fucking around wench." He hisses furiously while leaning forward against his restraints.

"Beg." You repeat unwaveringly while crossing your arms defiantly. "If you wish for me to continue."

Nereus' eyes flash wildly as he stares at you irately. His muscular form flexes while he continues pulling against the restraints. Despite his apparent attempt to break free, you remain unmoving. The corner of the man's mouth tugs upward in a subtle smile. His dark eyes return to a more relaxed gaze. Your previous suspicions are confirmed when he pulls against the restraints again, easily breaking out of them. His smile widens as he swiftly grabs your arm, dragging you towards him.

"I am impressed you did not cave." He remarks in a blunt tone before forcing you to your knees. "However, I do not beg."

His other hand grabs the back of your head and pushes you forward. In an instant you find your throat engulfed by his large member once more. Gasping for air, you're unable to stop him from roughly sliding his thick shaft further down. Struggling against his grip, you fight back the tears that spring into your eyes. Though the position is slightly painful and humiliating, you're hardly keen on showing him your discomfort. Instead, you **** yourself to lean forward, taking in his full length. You hear him groan again before your throat is filled with a thick, warm substance. He remains in place for a moment before finally pulling away. A rush of air quickly enters your lungs as you inhale deeply. A mix of saliva and semen runs down your now bruised lips. Panting softly, you look up at the man in a combination of concern and annoyance.