Johana Balaika, the Empress of Svitzand

"Noblesse oblige" Was your simple answer to your husband, the Emperor of Svitzand. For weeks you have quarreled on the need for action, the country was ripe with ambitious nobles and rebelious serfs, to the point the very safety of the Empire was in question. For generations the Emperors of Svitzand ruled through love and charity, but this sweetness has long lost its flavor, now the People's greed hungered for more.

You are Johana Balaika, Svitzand Empress, a white mage trained in the finest academy of the continent, and whose many detractors call "the wicked witch of the west". Foolishness and cowardice, although the sharp contrast to your spineless husband would certainly explain the impression.

From your statuesque height, you look down on him; your ice cold blue eyes hold no mercy, the elegant face naked of charm. Youth and discipline shaped your naturally buxom body with amazonesque strength, a stark contrast to the nubile delicacy so favored by the nobles. The Emperor Dhaos, your husband, was almost twice your age, a scholar with greying hair and fading eyesight. Almost a foot smaller than you, his greatest virtue is his silver tongue and easy laugh, he treats everyone with equal kindness and courtesy. If only these were peaceful times.

"Would you really accuse me of not caring for my people?" Your remark wounded him, in private you were absolutelly honest to each other. You see in his eyes memories of your youth, when you were just an opinionated apprentice that wasn't afraid to speak her mind, a stubborn girl that pouted cutely when a debate didn't go her way. It had been years since you last pouted.

"No... you lack nothing in Charity or Love, my husband" you sigh "But inaction would be just as bad. These sorcerers, they are a real threat. They are summoning untold horrors to our world, and who knows at what price. We have to act" You feel a pang of emotion in your voice, and curse it. It should have been just your reason that persuaded him, but his softening eyes told otherwise.

"Fine, my Empress... you can have your way" he caress your cheek tenderly "You have my full support on this. Yohan, the Red Knight, is under your command, as well as his wing of flying cavalry. Do what you have to." You make a measured bow, and begin to leave, but Dhaos held your arm. You non-chalantly look at him, and are unsurprised to find his royal robe untied, and his hardening prick barely covered.

You turn away, and feel his hands grab the hem of your dress, and slowly pull it up. Despite your difference in age, or perhaps because of it, sex tempers your married life with the same passion a sailor finds on his occasional night in ports. Five years ago you married a virgin, the strict education on the White Magic Academy left little room for frolickings. You hold the smile when you feel the Emperor's eyes devour your exposed legs and buttocks, you lightly lift the well tonned muscles for his viewing pleasure. "You are beautiful, my beloved wife, certainly the most beautiful woman in all the western lands"

His hands smoothly fondle your exposed parts, fiddling with the slim silky undergarment that is growing fashionable in the lands of the East. Your cold gaze measures your husband, challenging, but he is undaunted. He pulls down the slim protection, revealing your crack and pussy. "show me" he commands

Obediently, you bend forward with your legs spread slightly, as much as the flimsy underwear would allow. Your back is straight, your hands rest on your knees for balance. He doesn't immediatelly enter you, and you curse the eternity it takes him. You let go only one moan when he enters you from behind, pulling you towards him, holding your fine silhouete for support.

A servant enters the throne room, this has always been the incovinient part of nobility. You refuse to let her see you in the throes of passion, you bite your lips and try to ignore the devastating pleasure the kings mighty pumping is sending over your legs and body. Your knees feel feeble, it takes everything not to surrender.

A tiny spark explodes inside your mind, you treasure it and continue to feel the engorged cock furiously fucking you from behind. You begin to moan a second orgasm, but contain yourself just in time, Dhaos is the one that moans out loud in satisfaction, filling your womb with the proof of his desire. You mildly wonder if this will be the time when you grow with child, but you have little hope. After five years of trying you learnt to avoid disapointment.

"Don't be so sad, my love... my appologies I couldnt hold it any longer, I will make it up for you tonight" Dhaos to date still can't read your emotions, but you don't correct him in front of the servant. Instead you pull up your panties, and address him. "You may speak now"

He is a charming young lad, with olive skin and curly hair. He takes a couple of moments to find his tongue, lost as he was drolling at the sight of royal fornication.