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A Gift Suitable For An Empress	By : DMtehficmonster Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1236 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~A Gift Suitable for an Empress~

Chapter One: Fantasies and Nightmares
-Throne Room, Kingdom of Dy�nast-
Kyohi sat back against her throne, swinging her legs idly in a very un-ladylike fashion.
She wasn�t your typical Empress, prim and proper pet to the Emperor who made all the decisions and fucked her whenever convenient. No. She was her own person, untamed. Perhaps that was why her rule was so efficient.
Her garb would have fooled you though, she was clothed in fineries unimaginable, a flowing, decorated, black dress, bearing the yellow dragon on it covered most of her body, and a tall, imperial Headdress sat atop her head, balancing perfectly, tassels hanging down and gently swaying in time to her movements.
Kyohi was your typical Empress on the outside alone. The inside, was another story entirely.
Gazing out a nearby window, she took in a view that could only been seen from this lofty point, her throne room at the top of the palace�s highest spire. The kingdom seemed to sparkle in the light.
Looking out the window reminded Kyohi of her accomplishments. She had conquered so many kingdoms, won so many battles.
And she would only win more�
Her lust for power and domination over others could be described as nothing short of voracious, only challenged by her� other lust.
Dragging her finger along her dress, she did a light circle around her chest, somehow avoiding her breasts, which were firm underneath the tight fabric. Choosing to ignore them for now, she continued her finger�s exploration of her body, down, underneath the dress, past her panties, into her�
A gasp erupted from Kyohi�s lips. It wasn�t uncommon for the Empress to do this, but every time was just as surprising as the first.
She circled the finger around, her legs swung out over her throne, one over the arm and one hanging in the air. Her finger grew restless. With a wanton pace, Kyohi began to rub herself. She could feel the heat of her past dreams forming, she could feel a dull ache, a throb that seemed to consume her lower body. She slid her finger inside. Then added another.
She could just feel it. Those soft fingers, that semi-frightened whimper that would accompany every moan of her own.
It had been her dream for weeks now, it was always the same, that delicate hand, those pliable lips� baby soft� so, so beautiful.
That boy. He invaded her thoughts, he kept her from sleeping� he threw her into fervent bouts of self-pleasure, at all hours! Dark hair, innocent eyes� pink lips.. such warm pink lips!
Her eyes slid closed and her lips parted gently, allowing a quiet moan to escape as she lightly thrust her fingers in deeper, striking against a spot that made the dark world beneath her eyelids turn white.
�Aaahh..!,� she leaned back, angling her hand forward to drive her fingers in even further.
In the dreams, he was always quiet�until he was not, nervous until his lust for pleasure got the better of him, slow and cautious until he could no longer bear such a pace.
He had needed guidance, he was unsure, but once instructed, flawless in performance, an in Kyohi�s opinion, leaving nothing to be desired.
Her head lolled back against the throne. Her eyes opened again, only to glaze over with a pleasured look as her slender fingers continued to dart in and out.
Her panties were sticking to her fingers now, her inner thighs were also wet, the liquid of her aroused state was flowing, dripping onto her fingers and everything near. She did not take notice of that though. Her mind was� elsewhere.
She could almost feel his lips on her neck, sucking, trailing wet kisses up to her face, his inexperienced lips trembling at contact with hers�
It was too much. One scream and several shudders later, Kyohi�s hand had found its way back to its original position on the arm of the throne.
It was dead quiet after that. Kyohi has become lost in thought.
Why� What do these dreams mean?
Banging her fist lightly against the throne arm, Kyohi cursed inwardly. It was her least favorite thing�not knowing something.
A few minutes later, Kyohi was out of her throne and on her way to her bath chamber, no doubt to clean up after her session of �self-appreciation�. Some mysteries can�t be solved, she finally thought.
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-Royal Palace, Kingdom of Wishraria-
The prince was furious. Absolutely furious! He�d had no choice in the matter!
Prince Seto of Wishraria scowled to himself. This was ridiculous.
�Tell me what he said, Seto!� cried a voice from the hall.
Walking into the prince�s chambers was the other Prince of Wishraria, Seto�s younger brother, Mokuba. �What�s this about?� he asked, concerned for his older brother.
�He�s sending me to.. Dy�nast.�
Prince Mokuba shrunk back, almost in horror. �D-Dy�nast?�
�Yes. That foul kingdom of barbaric war-mongers!�
�Why?�
�Apparently, the Wishrarian army doesn�t stand a chance against the Dy�nastian force. If we don�t do something, we�ll be overrun like all the other kingdoms,� Prince Seto said, hanging his head in defeat.
Mokuba sighed, but then his expression turned to one of worry. �Just what is this something?�
Seto raised his head up slowly, his expression one of dread. Why did he have to ask? he thought. ��I am to be the gift of the Dy�nastian Empress. An offering that will hopefully forge an alliance between our kingdoms.�
�Gift? Sure you don�t mean that you�ll��
�Whatever she asks. I am going to be hers,� Seto growled at the end of the sentence.
Mokuba drew nearer to him. �What about me?�
Seto grew instantly defiant. �You will stay here, and become the new heir to the throne of Wishraria.�
�And let you go off to become a pet to some woman?� Mokuba protested. �Never! If you go, I will accompany you!� he cried out, taking a challenging step toward Seto, fist clenched, arm raised.
�Back off. The order is for me to go. Not you,� Seto said, easily taking a step past Mokuba toward his bed, sitting down on the edge. �Besides, it�s safer here. Who knows, that Empress might just decide to kill the entire party from our kingdom when we get there. I don�t want any harm to come to you.�
�If you die, my life isn�t worth living,� Mokuba said simply, hopping up on the bed next to Seto. �You know that I do not live for Wishraria, I live for you!� Mokuba said boldly, looking up into his brother�s eyes.
Seto could barely take it. In a single day his entire fate had been changed, and here his brother�s demanding eyes were staring up at him. He didn�t know what to do. He leaned down, whispering. �I cannot take you with me, Mokie. If you were to get hurt� or even worse, I would never forgive myself. I love you too much.�
Mokuba was silent for a moment, enjoying Seto�s nearness. Raising an arm upward, he curled his hand around the back of Seto�s neck, pulling him forward and down. �Seto�� he murmured.
Seto could no longer stay away. Closing the gap between them, he let his eyes slip shut as their lips met.
The kiss was gentle, and short, like all their other kisses before. The brothers had been this way for a while now, they knew they were in love, they couldn�t resist each other, but still, they found it difficult to progress further than simple kissing. Their nerves would always get the better of them, and almost every time they were together, someone would end up apologizing.
When the kiss was broken, Mokuba was the first to speak, his eyes blinking slowly, his voice breathy. �I feel the same way about you, Seto. You cannot leave without me. I will not let you break my heart� and that will certainly happen if you go.�
Seto did not know what to say. His world was spinning, his brother, his love was so close and so insistent� Could he really deny him? He was capable of protecting him, wasn�t he?
�Fine,� Seto said, enjoying the delight in Mokuba�s eyes. �I will bring you along, I�ll convince Father somehow. If I�m going to go to hell I might as well bring some company,� Seto laughed.
Mokuba smiled, pulling Seto close and hugging him tightly. �Thank you. You won�t regret this decision. I�ll make sure that evil Empress doesn�t get you!�
Seto smiled back, placing a tender arm around his brother�s small frame. �I can only hope so,� he sighed, allowing Mokuba to cuddle him.
I can only hope so�Seto thought again.
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