Alzara's blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks down her neck. She tried to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the way her bottom lip trembled slightly. "To my... my will," she finally managed. "I am a powerful enchantress, and I am going to make you a slave to my will."
Damon's grin widened. "Is that so?" He shifted beneath her, and Alzara gasped as she felt the hard ridge of his arousal press firmly against her core. The thin fabric of their clothes did little to dull the sensation.
"A slave, you say? That sounds... wonderful. But you will have to be a very, very persuasive enchantress, my dear. You cannot win that easily."
"I can be and I will win," Alzara breathed, her hands sliding from his shoulders to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. "You have no idea. Her eyes shone with lust and her voluptuous chest rose up and fell.
Damon's hands, which had been resting casually on her waist, slid upward. His palms were warm, tracing the line of her ribs until they ca to rest just beneath the swell of her breasts. He felt the frantic, fluttering beat of her heart against his fingertips.
"Before we take this further, there is one more thing I need to talk to you about. Though everything I told you just now is one hundred percent true, I didn't co here today to claim you. That just happened."
Alzara's face changed imdiately, panic appearing in her eyes.
Damon caught it instantly.
He shifted, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing gently along her jaw. "Hey. Listen to ," he said quietly. "This isn't pulling away." She swallowed. "...Then what is it?"
"It's timing," he answered honestly. "Bad timing"
"Don't misunderstand . I would have done this sooner or later without a doubt. The plan was always to take you as mine. There is no change in that but I rushed here today for sothing else."
Damon then explained about the special event and the fact that he needed to temporarily amass a bunch of territories.
Her brows knit together. "That sounds...ridiculous honestly. How are your enemies able to do sothing like this? It's simply impossible. The light faction kingdoms are not to be underestimated, especially the old foggies. Those kings would never give up their power even in their graves. How did they manage to wrangle it out of them?"
Alzara did not question him more about the event itself. She seed to have conveniently forgotten about that just like how she forgot when Damon ntioned that they were both from different worlds.
"It is ridiculous," Damon agreed. "But I also know its true. I gave the super guilds a huge blow only recently but there has been no retribution for it. There could only be one reason behind their silence. They were focusing on the Golden Throne event all along. If they grab the victory there, then perhaps dealing with wouldn't be an issue for them any longer."
"I see..." Alzara nodded. "So you ca here to negotiate with father. Are you planning to take on the remaining hidden orders?"
"Yes." Damon nodded. "Sothing like that."
"But why waste your ti going about things in such a roundabout fashion? Just ask my father directly. Use ."
Damon smiled and shook his head. "I would have to be a real bastard to do sothing like that."
Alzara shook her head. "You don't get it. This is my chance. Your other wives are fallen angels and rare elven geniuses. I cannot contend with them. But with this, I can give you sothing that they cannot. I will make you the Emperor of the Great Western Desert Empire!"
Damon was speechless. "That's not a small thing you're offering. Your father won't just hand over the throne because his daughter smiles at him."
Alzara smiled back, sharp and confident. "No. He'll hand it over because it's the only move that keeps the empire alive."
She leaned forward, forehead touching his. "The hidden orders are already rotting the foundation. The abyss is circling. The light faction is no longer united, many already trying to take over the others. To make matters worse, the dark faction has infiltrated in our lands. And lastly, our own court is full of traitors. My father will make the right decision."
Damon remained silent for a mont before finally accepting it. "Only a shaless asshole would accept such an offer from a weak and vulnerable woman taking advantage of her. I guess I am shaless enough to be that
asshole."
Alzara giggled. "I suggest you take so more advantages while you are at it." She reached for Damon's hands and pulled them up to her breasts. Damon looked at her as his thumbs brushed over the peaks of her nipples, which were already hard and straining against the thin fabric of her tunic. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her back arching instinctively into his touch, pressing herself more firmly into his palms.
His hands continued their skilled exploration as he kneaded and caressed, his touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Damon..." Alzara breathed. Her fingers released his wrists, instead tangling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
His hands beca bolder, one sliding down her side to grip her hip, pulling her flush against the hard ridge of his arousal, while the other remained to tornt her breast, his fingers rolling her nipple through the cloth. He then pulled one out of the flimsy dress covering her to take one peaked nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping gently against the sensitive skin, sending a fresh wave of liquid heat pooling between the woman's thighs. His other hand continued its work on her neglected breast as he pulled her closer and covered her lips, sending his tongue inside.
"Your tits are marvelous." Just as he was about to rip apart all her clothes and enjoy the seductive sinful body, the door to the chamber all of a sudden barged open. Standing at the doorstep was none other than the emperor with a constipated look on his face.
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