Squeeze some political power from her

With a few careless strides you overshadow this mighty Queen. Your feet at her sides, you casually lean down to face her.

Sophie: "Well... how's about those trade deals? I suppose you're more willing to sign them now?"

Philia nods along, uncertain of herself.

Philia: "Aa- uhhuh..."

You lay down on top of her with your full length, your pillowy breasts cushioning you. You very slightly heave yourself back and forth, relishing in the expectant wide-eyed gaze that Philia returns you.

Sophie: "And how about the political prisoners we still have left from the war? You weren't so hot on both sides just releasing them all, since we've got three hundred and you've got..."

You press down on her and practically knead this needy catgirl pinned underneath yourself.

Philia: "UuUHG! Three- three

Sophie: "Say it!"

Philia: "Th-three hundred thousand... haw.... Ah!"

Sophie: "That's right. But you're so hot about it now, aren't you?"

Philia: "I'm hot about it!"

Sophie: "Of course you are. You're so hot, that you'll concede to release them at a thousand-to-one ratio, right? You'll just fuck over that snobby foreign minister of yours for me, won't you? And your supporters will get fucked as well, right? You like getting fucked, don't you?"

Philia: "Hng! Yeah... Fuck me s-some more, please Sophie..."

A small giggle from you denotes your unanimous victory over the poor sap. But this is but a small display of your prowess. A dip of your toes to test the water, so to say.

Sophie: "Oh I'll do you, alright. So much and so hard, every time you want. But there's something else you'll do for me first."

Philia: "I- I will?"

Sophie: "Yes, you will. You'll give up your sovereignty and join our planets into a singular Queendom."

Philia: "I- I..."

A few rubs around the base of her tail are enough of a convincement.

Philia: "I will! I'll write my name on any papers you'll throw in my face, you nymphomanic angel you!"

Sophie: "Hah. Sign these, then."

You hand her a pen and your panties. She autographs them without a second thought. You get up and head for your desk, Philia needily clinging to your feet the whole time. In a few minutes you write up a convincing enough of a document to join the two planets under a single ruler, and go have it quickly notarized by one of your ministers.

As promised, Philia signs this as well.

Your ministers are impressed beyond anything else. 'The genetic enhancements must have blah blah', 'we need to study yadda yadda'. Doesn't concern you. Or so you thought, until the ministers have the big idea of sending you out on a conquest to further seduce rulers and half-**** them into giving up their planets. In only a few years you have acquired twelve entire solar systems worth of kingdoms without shedding a drop of blood, and can safely call yourself an Empress. You are revered, adored and your glory and power is unforseen.

However, now you face a personal dilemma. As the ruler of the largest Empire in the galaxy, there's nobody above you, or even equal to you. Your harem of nearly a hundred former Kings and Queens are beginning to seem like pitiful commoners to you.

Sophie: *Sigh*...

ENDING 8 -Ennui of the Empress-