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You were laying down on the bed late at night. Your bright blue patterned silk robe was untied and left your body open to the view of the Emperor. If it you two hadn't just got done with your nightly session he would have likely jumped on top of you and went mad with lust. After getting his nightly screw he was much more docile and paced about the room wearing nothing but a pair of purple and yellow embroidered breeches. A well stitched design ran up the left and right leg. You could tell from your limited knowledge of courtly attire that this style of breeches haven't been popular for some time.

"I'm feeling quite hot tonight." The Emperor stopped in his place and gave his belly a scratch. "I think I'll call for some refreshments and go for a second round." He walked over to the door, knocked and opened up a small metal slit that allowed him to see outside. It would appear that this would be the night for the plan to go off. Erron was already prepared for this.

"Yes m'lord?" Your heard Emperor Georgion's head **** Til reply swiftly.

"Bring some spiced figs, some Bahdish wine and a little bit of some of that Dandolo spice for my pipe. I'm a dragon tonight, elf. A dragon!" The Emperor guffawed and slammed the slit shut. He spun his old body around and gave a lecherous smile to you.

"I assume I need more seedbane lotion master?" You felt a sickness pass over your body when you said 'master.' The Emperor demanded that you call him master so that you fulfilled a special fetish for him. You adjusted your silk robe out of disgust when you noted the Emperor's prick get larger from your words. He sat down next to you on the bed with a smile and began to rub your thigh softly.

"No, no my darling." He said facetiously. "I'm thinking of playing with your ass this time. No need to use any of that anti-pregnancy foolishness." You felt even worse at hearing this news. The Emperor had only played with your behind once and it was incredibly painful. He stuck his fingers in your asshole and rammed them in and out without concern for your enjoyment. He was truly a sick man. Not only did he make your ass hurt for days with that nonsense, he also violated one of the codes of the Temple.

"Thou must not take part in sick and ritualistic desecration of the backside. Such areas are for excrement and excrement alone!" - Tabulus 10:2

Suddenly you heard a knock on the door and the Emperor hopped up with anticipation. His refreshments have arrived. Nothing got him more excited than luxuries and immoralities. The Emperor had the bad luck of being raised in a time when there was not much **** or strife in the world. In result he left things to the council and grew more and more immoral as time went on. Outside of sex, his favorite thing was food and drink.

"Ah, my favorite elf! Til!" The Emperor shamelessly strode over to the door and swung it open. Upon the gold encrusted silver platter was 4 spiced figs, a small but fancy glass flacon containing Bahdish wine, and a small bit of red powder on the side. Til put the platter upon the Emperor's desk and quickly excused himself. Til was a noticeably attractive individual. He had long white hair which he typically tied back into a pony tail, light tan skin and sparkling purple eyes. He was also known for his well developed figure which was no doubt the result of fantastic genes. Regardless of his genes being good or bad, he was an part Elf by blood. A **** half-Elf at that.

Your mother always used to say you should marry anyone you want, just not an Elf and certainly never a ****.

The Emperor took gulped down the Bahdish wine and slipped a spiced fig into his mouth with reckless abandon. While he ate his spiced figs and made merry he loaded up his spice pipe. The Emperor was not a heavy user of smoking spices unlike much of the nobility, but he did partake from time to time. His pipe was a testament to his lack of interest in smoking spices. Most nobles had expensive and gaudy pipes to show their wealth but the Emperor only had an ivory pipe with a silver coated tip for the mouth piece.

"Emira, bend over on the bed." said the Emperor as he lit his pipe. His faced suddenly reacted against the strong **** and gave a bit of a cough and a giggle. While the Emperor was regaining his sense you slid over on the bed and onto your hands and knees, flipping the silk robe up on your side effortlessly. You felt the cold night air on your crotch because it was shamelessly exposed. If anyone walked in at this moment they would see your little brown butt hole and your remarkably smooth pussy lips.

You then felt a hand slowly approach your backside and you heard the heavy breathing of a dirty man. A fat, lumpy finger began to enter your ass hole and wiggled around inside of you. He did this for a few seconds, letting your ass adjust to his finger. You let out a little moan despite your desire to avoid such shames.

"Oh, so you like when I play with your rose? Let me show you this!" The Emperor let out a giggle and slapped both his hands on your ass cheeks and spread them wide. He hummed and then stuck his face in between your legs and began to lick your little brown hole. He used his tongue to play with your ass at first, just teasing the outside. Then he went in for the kill and began to stick it in and out, back and forth. You could feel the cool, wet tongue and your hot pussy and it drove you mad.

"S-stop! Stop teasing me!" You shouted angrily. You didn't to do this, but your pussy began to betray you. Its secretions quickly filled the room with a feminine odor of sex.

The Emperor laughed while inside your ass and switched up his strategy. He stopped going so rough and went back to teasing despite your protests. His tongue circled your asshole around and around like a mad stallion in a Colosseum dash. You then felt the removal of his hands on your ass cheeks but his face remained solidly in between them. He was about to change positions. You could hear the ruffling of clothing and feel the sensation of one of his hands on your pussy, playing about in your vagaina's juices.

Out of nowhere and with no warning the Emperor hopped upwards and slammed his cock into your asshole. It was a nearly unbearable pain. His burning hot pipe penetrated you to the hilt, defying all logic and sense. He then began to roughly fuck you at a remarkable speed, his balls slapping into your pussy via rebound. The sensation quickly morphed into something amazing however. Something inside of you began to appreciate the use of your backside in this manner.

"Admit it. You like it!" The Emperor laughed with glee as he continued his speedy fucking of your ass. You couldn't deny it anymore, you didn't want to deny it anymore. You thought back on all the pleasure he gave you over your weeks with him. He took your virginity, gave you your first orgasm, gave you your first kiss. Things you couldn't take back. You accepted your masters demands.

"Yes master! Yes Emperor!" Your voice trailed off and your pleas for harder and stronger anal fucking simply became senseless cries of pleasure and joy. At the apex of this event you felt the Emperor, your master, stop for a moment and suddenly a hot feeling filled your ass. It was burning hot but it didn't hurt. It was one of the most amazing pleasures you had the joy of experiencing. The Emperor removed his cock from your ass and leaned back a bit. You weren't sure what was coming next or what was to come after it, but you did know that you were property of the Emperor now. You have failed.

Abruptly the Emperor interrupted your thoughts: "Come on now, this stick isn't going to suck itself foundling!"