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A Gift Suitable For An Empress	By : DMtehficmonster Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: Pain and Pleasure
Kyohi was absolutely feverish with desire.
So that is the boy. That is the boy from my dreams�
She was no longer in her throne, instead, pacing about the throne room, trying to piece together a plan, any plan.
How, how do I make him mine? There are so many options, so many ways to approach this�perhaps the older Prince can be� manipulated.
�I�ll summon him,� Kyohi began to think out loud, raving to herself, �and I�ll give him the choice�send your brother to me, or I�ll kill him. That way, if I don�t get what I want, in the end, he doesn�t get what he wants.�
Smiling darkly, her teeth glinting in the light, Kyohi took a seat upon her throne, thinking to herself.
Why don�t I get started on that? He is mine, anyway, he is mine to summon whenever I feel�
�Guards!� Kyohi called, slightly pleased at their speedy arrival. �Call for Prince Seto. I wish to see him,� here Kyohi paused, evil grin widening, �And guards� call for my dread assassin. I want him to patrol the area around the Prince�s room, staying to the shadows of course. I may need his� assistance later.�
The guards scrambled to carry out Kyohi�s orders.
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Meanwhile, the two Princes were eerily quiet in their room, keeping sound to a minimum and suppressing sighs of sorrow.
What have I gotten myself into?, thought Seto, watching Mokuba from across the room. His brother was idly tracing an invisible pattern on the arm of the chair he was sitting in, but Seto knew this was more than boredom. More like anything to keep from screaming.
He was about to walk over to him, tell him it was alright, try to comfort him�when the door opened suddenly, and his neck sharply and quickly twisted in the direction of the �intruder�.
The gruff guard from earlier was revealed behind the door, barking out orders from the second their eyes met.
�The Empress wishes to see you, Prince Seto of Wishraria. Come along quickly. Leave your guest here.�
Seto rose swiftly, not wanting to incur the wrath of the guard on the first day. Giving Mokuba a faint smile on his way out, he watched his brother�s eyes until the closing doors blocked his vision into the room.
�This way�� the guard said, leading Seto along. Seto began to stare at his feet, as he planned to do all through this ordeal, but something caused him to look up. An uneasy feeling in the air� heading in the opposite direction�
What is that? Why am I suddenly fearful?
But before Seto could so much as analyze those thoughts, they had reached the throne room, the gigantic doors were open, and he was thrust through the door onto his knees. The pathway back was quickly sealed with a loud boom, the doors had shut behind him.
Recovering from the shove, he started to rise when he felt eyes on him, evil-looking eyes. He stayed down, addressing the owner of the vicious oculars with as much reverence as he could muster, considering who he was speaking to.
�Empress. You have summoned me. What do you wish of me?�
Kyohi loomed over Seto like an arrogant goddess, her smooth yet mean voice gliding down from the raised throne to his ears. �Seto, Seto. Rise, you have been acknowledged. As for why I have summoned you�� Kyohi broke off here, her �fangs� curling between her lips, her eyes darkening further.
�Empress?� Seto asked, rising from the floor to view Kyohi�s evil countenance in all its glory.
�Seto� you have something I want.�
Immediately believeing this to be about Wishraria, Seto was filled with rage, but he managed to mask it with mock-confusion.
�The reason I�m here is to show you that our kingdom wishes to become allied with yours�� Seto said, bowing slightly. �We are friends, Empress. There is nothing I have that you need.�
Kyohi laughed, causing Seto to jump, this time out of real confusion, and fear. The laugh was so sinister� Seto wondered just what she was getting at.
�No, no, Seto. This does not concern Wishraria. This is between us. For you see� you�re in quite the dilemma.�
�Dilemma?� Seto questioned, looking around for any imminent danger. Before he could speak, however, he was spoken to.
�This has to to with your little, adorable guest.�
Seto�s eyes could have gone red. �What about Mokuba?�
Kyohi fought laughter, trying her hardest not to break down. �He�s going to die soon.�
�Die?� Seto shrieked, stepping forward as if to strike at the Empress. �Explain!�
�Oh, no, I didn�t say he was definitely going to die. He might not at all. If I call my dread assassin back from near his chambers, he won�t even know he was there.�
Seto drew back in shock. That was the cause of the sensation� a wispy cloud of evil� a dread assassin, creature capable of blending in with darkness itself� a master of death!
�Why?� Seto demanded, ready to bolt for the door if he needed to.
�Because, my servant, I knew it would be the only way to motivate you.�
�If you wanted me to do your bidding, all you needed to do was ask, that is what I�m here for!!�
�But you would never summon your beautiful brother to my chamber��
The Prince of Wishraria froze in place. �What did you say?�
�What I mean, is that I�m not interested in you, Seto. Not now, not ever. Your father, the king, thought it would appease me to throw his somewhat-attractive son at me, hoping that I would drown in your looks and give in to your appeal� Perhaps that would even spark a�sexual encounter?� Kyohi smirked here, and continued, �But� you�re really, not my type. Your brother�on the other hand� is.�
�I�ll never let you! Your hands aren�t fit to touch him!�
�And yours are? You�ve lowered yourself to being my slave, haven�t you? And it doesn�t matter, Seto. What matters, is that you follow my orders. I want you to bring him to me. And I want you to do it� now. If you fail to do this, he will die, and Wishraria will be attacked within the week. As for you, you can rot in my dungeons. And think about your mistake.�
Seto didn�t know what to say. If I refuse, Mokie will� he�ll� die. And if I say yes�I�ll be turning my brother, my love over to that evil woman, who will surely want to�
Seto was dead silent. She�ll force him into sex. My beloved Mokie, forced to lose his innocence to her? No! But� what do I care about more, his innocence, or his life?
Kyohi watched Seto think with glee, soaking up his tortured state. Even still, she was impatient. �I await your choice. You don�t have much time, you know.�
Seto looked down, hoping for anything, anyone to save him. But after a few seconds, he knew the choice he would have to make. �I�ll go and bring Mokuba.�
Kyohi squealed with delight. �Good, good! The guard will see you out, and confirm with my dread assassin that it�s okay to spare his life. Go quickly.�
Seto hung his head in defeat, pausing for a second, before being seized by the guard and shoved back out the door.
Kyohi could feel it. She could almost taste the boy�s lips� it was all too arousing.
Leaving her throne, she retreated into her bedchamber.
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Mokuba�s eyes were filled with happiness at Seto�s hasty return, but that look quickly faded to worry when he saw Seto�s face.
�What�s wrong, Seto��
�You need to come with me, Mokuba, right now,� Seto said, staring sadly.
�Why? I thought the Empress wanted to see you?�
The guard interjected. �You�ll do as he says! Come along!�
Mokuba hopped down from the chair, bewildered, but obedient.
Shuffling quickly out the door, the three traversed the hall in silence, each of the the three feeling the presence of evil lurking. The dread assassin was still hovering about, no doubt keenly watching for any sign of resistance.
But there was none. The two Princes were led through the Empress�s throne room doors. But this time, the doors did not close immediately, nor was there even an Empress to greet them. Her voice, however, was heard ringing through the air.
�I�m back here. Send him on, and then leave.�
Seto tried his best not to growl, and failed. Mokuba caught this show of anger, and went to grab Seto�s hand. This access was denied. Seto just looked at him, his eyes a mix of fury and fear.
�Mokuba. I need for you to go back there. Go see the Empress.�
�What is this about, Seto?�
The Empress�s voice came again, harsher this time. �Send him on, Seto!�
�Just go!� Seto said, pushing Mokuba away from him, battling tears. �Go!�
The guard looked about ready to attack. Mokuba was nervous, but gave in. �Alright.�
As Mokuba walked forward, the guard and Seto seemed to disappear out the large door. A loud click followed the standard boom of the door�s closing. Mokuba suspected, and correctly so, that it had been locked.
Continuing his approach, Mokuba wondered what was going on. However, his confusion was easily cleared, when he laid eyes on the Empress in her bedchamber at the end of the short walkway.
She stood, tall and regal, eyes sharp, mouth curled into a snarl. Like an enemy, sizing him up, she observed Mokuba�s diminutive stature.. hungrily? It didn�t help Mokuba�s suspicions that she was also very� naked.
Kyohi spoke first, trying to come off as comforting. �Come here, Mokuba.�
Mokuba stood in place. What was this about? Wasn�t Seto supposed to be involved in� such activities? Why had he been summoned for this?
�If you wonder what�s going on, I don�t blame you, but really, I can explain everything, little one� Seto saved your life by sending you to me� If he had not followed me order, you would have died. And if you do not follow my order, he will die.�
Mokuba�s eyes widened, then returned to normal. He swore to himself, to keep his calm during this, no matter what. He didn�t want any harm to come to Seto. Seto was his life. �What is your order?�
�Glad you�re so willing. If you haven�t noticed, I�m prepared for my� nightly activities. You are going to assist me in finding the pleasure I seek. To be blunt, Mokuba�we�re going to fuck, understood?�
Mokuba gulped, a sign of fear that was easily observed by Kyohi. �I-I��
�Don�t worry if you�re not sure. I can teach you everything. I can guide you.�
Mokuba tried to be fearless, but his speech still came out shaky. �W-what do you wish?�
Kyohi smiled and lept up onto the bed. �Take off your clothes.�
Mokuba paused for a second, letting the order process before reaching for his shirt, clawing at the buttons before letting it fall to the floor. This was accompanied with a hiss of pleasure from Kyohi, who leaned forward.
Pervert, Mokuba thought to himself, as he removed the rest of his clothing. He cursed inwardly when Kyohi gestured for him to get on the bed.
Kyohi looked Mokuba over, once, twice� It was like she couldn�t get enough of his body. He was beautiful, his slightly tanned, flawless skin looked so smooth, his young frame had a hint of curve to it, giving him a faint feminine look, especially with his raven hair flowing down around him.
The lustful Empress couldn�t keep her eyes� and hands off the boy, she pinned him to the bed gracefully and locked eyes with him�for just a second, before progressing, moving forward, so hungry, so hungry, wanting to claim him, aching for the needed heat�
Their lips met. It wasn�t a sweet kiss, it didn�t remind Mokuba of Seto�s soft lips on his. Not to say that the Empress�s lips weren�t soft, no�just that they completely lacked anything that could even remotely be considered gentle. It was a rough kiss. A greedy kiss. Her tongue slipped deftly into Mokuba�s mouth� and his eyes widened.
No, Mokuba thought. Seto�s the one who is supposed to kiss me like that� Why� why?
Kyohi, oblivious to these thoughts, continued to ravage Mokuba�s mouth, threatening to bruise his lips with her force. Sensing this, she decided to break the kiss, allowing Mokuba to gasp for air and squirm uncomfortably in Kyohi�s grip.
This pause did not last long, however, Kyohi descended again�this time missing his lips and kissing at his neck, sucking the sensitive flesh, nibbling on it, somewhat forcefully. Mokuba could already see the red mark that would leave in his mind.
Kyohi did not care about that though, happily continuing her slow torture. Her lips slipped down to his chest, where her mouth quickly attached itself to a nipple. Mokuba gasped, trying to look down at what Kyohi was doing. He felt the pressure on one of his arms decrease, Kyohi�s restraining hand had been removed, relocating to his other nipple, rolling it between fingers and feeling it harden under the touch.
As much as he would have loved to deny it, he could feel it, a stiffening below, as if Kyohi�s aching lust had seeped into him� and gone straight to his penis.
Gods� no! Anything but�
Kyohi felt his arousal against her flesh, chuckling lightly as she watched Mokuba�s face. His eyes reflected a look of betrayal, as if his very body was refusing to cooperate. The Empress expected nothing less.
�I said that you wouldn�t have to worry, Mokuba. I�m going to take care of you tonight. We�re going to have fun.�
Mokuba nodded, trying to stay in control, struggling. He didn�t want to enjoy this! But Kyohi wanted something utterly different, and� it was her will that would be done.
Balancing herself upright with one hand against the bed, she reached down with the other hand, taking hold of Mokuba�s hard length. It wasn�t the longest, but for his age, very, very nice. She stroked at it roughly, enjoying her view of his struggle not to moan.
He failed that quickly.
�Ooh..,� Mokuba moaned, before realizing what he had done.
Kyohi rewarded this with a squeeze, and Mokuba tensed up with pleasure, feeling his temperature rising. It felt so good. But it wasn�t good, it wasn�t good, it wasn�t good!
Kyohi was getting wetter with every little moan of Mokuba�s, she wanted to feel him inside her, so, so much. But rushing would cut her pleasure, not to mention his, short. She had to be patient. Yes�
Leaning down, painfully slowly, she breathed, a hot breath against Mokuba�s straining member. He groaned, and she dipped down, sliding her hand away and taking his weeping tip into her mouth.
�Ah, gods�� Mokuba cried out, feeling this sensation for the first time, the warm, wet cavern clamping down, the suction against his cock almost too much for him to bear.
Kyohi moved downward again, taking the entire length into her mouth, sucking at it, enjoying the taste of tangy flesh in her mouth. He was so delicious.
Mokuba began to writhe, eyes clouding, back arching, toes curling. His world was going white, he needed release. He felt, for a second that the release he sought would come�but it did not, as Kyohi pulled away from him, leaving him painfully erect, pre-cum dripping down his shaft. Kyohi was torturing him! And all she could do was grin!
�Oh, Mokuba�� Kyohi said, whispering his name. Mokuba shivered, but could not form any words. Kyohi continued, �don�t you want to come? You�re so hard.�
�Y-yes!� Mokuba managed, speaking even before his mind processed the words.
Kyohi was pleased. It seemed that Mokuba�s struggle was over. He�d given into his lust� and she would reward him well.
Retreating, Kyohi lie back against the bed, releasing Mokuba entirely from her clutches and leaving him free to make the next move.
Mokuba didn�t want to. He really, really didn�t. But� he did.
He knew the basics, he guessed, Seto had talked to him about it. All he needed to do was get inside her� and he would get the release he sought.
Parting Kyohi�s legs with his hands, he was satisfied when she spread wide, revealing to him her entrance, pink and wet. He could wait no longer.
His cock, stiff and swollen was against her opening in seconds, pushing against it and gaining entry. He had penetrated, and in no time he had began to thrust at her, moving inside with fervor. Kyohi wanted more though. It was her turn to moan.
�Mokuba� deeper. Thrust as hard as you can..�
Mokuba complied, bucking his hips in time to an unheard rhythm, striking deeper, striking faster. A few thrusts in the right spot were enough to cause a scream to rip through Kyohi�s lips.
Mokuba got lost in his own pleasure, feeling Kyohi�s tight, wet, hot walls contract around him. Kyohi, wanting to regain some control, thrust back against Mokuba, lifting off the bed and rubbing against the boy.
He was close. He could feel it and he didn�t want to stop, no matter how much he would regret this. His world was getting faint again.
It�s almost over, Kyohi thought, but she didn�t regret a moment. This certainly will be one to remember�
A moan and a scream followed these thoughts. Mokuba�s cock struck against her sweetest of spots once more and she could no longer handle it. Pleasure waved through her body, her orgasm hit her and she shuddered.
Mokuba followed shortly after, head thrown back, eyes wide. He came hard, spurting his thick, wet and gooey seed inside Kyohi� before promptly blacking out.
Kyohi smiled a few times, kissed the boy on the forehead, and left him on the bed, rising. She was stronger than him.
She went to get cleaned up.
End Chapter Three
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