The Emperor is an Onahole
"H-how... would you like... to use her...?"
The overseer standing beside the emperor—who was pretending to be a mere slave—said this in a trembling voice. She was probably one of the emperor's personal guards, Kairan figured. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, her whole body screaming that she had no choice in the matter, as if she couldn't even dare use the word "use" for the emperor.
"H-hmph. H-how do you plan to handle Us? Do you intend to pound Our... no, this concubine's womb into mush and stamp it with your mark of ownership...?"
"...Your, Majesty..."
"Stand aside, overseer... These two seem interested in me. So, I'll resist as much as I can, okay? But as a mere female, once that cock plunges in, my brain'll melt and I'll just spout dumb moans? I'll... uh... put up at least a minimum resistance, alright...? H-haha..."
The emperor's eyes brimmed with anticipation. The tattoo etched on her lower belly—glowing a vivid pink, as if announcing her arousal—shone brightly. Ordinary slaves got their tattoos on the chest, back, or shoulders. But one right above the womb, on the lower belly? That was reserved exclusively for sex slaves.
In other words, the woman before them wasn't an emperor. She was a sex slave. The people around her might not see it that way, but the emperor herself clearly wanted to be treated as one.
That was more than enough.
"That's... quite the fine piece."
"Hiiiyut...♥"
Eli seemed to agree, letting out a slightly awkward but sincere comment.
"...Have a good... time."
The overseer clicked her tongue roughly, growled under her breath, and stalked away. Now, only four remained in the cramped iron-barred cage—barely qualifying as a room, stripped of any frills.
Leaving Karni the onahole behind, Eli and Kairan approached the emperor. They groped her massive tits, sucking dark hickeys onto her nape. Sticking close, savoring her slowly, they drew an ecstatic expression from the emperor she couldn't hide.
Futanari. Two of them, no less, handling this inferior bitch like a precious treasure. The感动 of being treated this way, despite being nothing but an onahole, welled up from the depths of her heart.
"H-huegh♥ Hyaaagh♥"
In brain-melting bliss, the emperor's hands moved on their own. She gingerly touched their massive cocks, feeling their heat. Bigger than any of the emperor's butlers, the hero and saintess's dicks made her womb clench desperately.
"Ah, ah... You can't shove it in my pussy right now... It's really dangerous... Ah, ahaha..."
"Hng. She says so."
"Pfft, Eli first?"
"Oh, that works?"
"Of course."
Deciding whether or how to use her—skipping the subject herself entirely, even settling on an order—the sight filled the emperor with immense joy. Her position as emperor was too lofty and noble; even the butlers who used her every night handled her with kid gloves. The imperial guard captain playing overseer was a prime example. She longed to be fucked like the street sluts, but they couldn't, leaving her with that nagging sense of something missing.
She'd stayed still only because she loved those cocks that tried so hard despite the hassle.
Ah, I'm breaking.
But these two were different. Their eyes saw her not as emperor, but as a bitch. As a mere fucktoy for stress relief. That gaze felt superior to any futanari she'd known.
Her brain melted, her pussy throbbed in heat. Sex slave tattoos came with built-in contraception magic. Of course, they couldn't permanently mark an emperor's body, so it was a washable inferior version—turning "perfect contraception" into "conditional." No pregnancy without her permission.
But now, the emperor thought, maybe these two could knock me up. The idea of her cock-addled, dumbed-down self granting permission... The mere honor of a lowly bitch choosing pregnancy made her head feel like it would burst.
"H-hee, hiiioook...♥"
As these thoughts overloaded her brain, Eli had already turned the emperor around, gripped her waist, and started rubbing her cock against the emperor's pussy.
A well-used slut hole passed around by countless futanari cocks—but royalty was royalty. Eli's saintess dick pressed against that tight, straight virgin slit, just like when they'd force-fed her a virgin.
"H-hooook♥"
"Hng. Thought it'd be loose, but it grips tight."
"Th-thank youuu...♥"
The cock plunged in instantly, boldly crushing her womb. A place only the head butler or guard captain could reach in the palace—now mercilessly battered. The emperor sank deeper into it.
So huge, so thick. The faint holy power emanating purified her body. No ulterior motives, just pure submission.
Not kneeling to the strong out of opportunism, but surrendering purely, without schemes or goals. Before this massive pleasure, she became just a bitch—not emperor, not onahole.
They're so kind...♥
Even as it pulverized and shattered her womb mercilessly, an undeniable gentleness shone through. No pain, no resistance—just turning her into a perfect onahole. Happiness overflowed from that kindness.
Sainthood isn't for just anyone.
She'd have to increase donations to the Holy Kingdom, the emperor thought, surrendering to the crashing pleasure.
"Ngh...!"
Then, a moan—not hers, but Eli's.
"Wh-what's... wrong...♥"
"Hm? I can't hold back either."
"Ah, ahng♥ Ugh, ogugh♥"
Eli had been slowly savoring the emperor's pussy. But Kairan had shoved her cock into Eli's pussy and started thrusting harder. The shock rippled straight through to the emperor.
"K-khoooook♥"
The transmitted impacts shook her womb, delivering novel pleasure. Especially as Eli's womb got crushed, her cock swelling harder inside the emperor—doubling the ecstasy at least.
Splurt! Glorp! Gluuuuurp! Semen bloated her ragged womb to bursting.
Pregnancy filled her mind.
"Heh, heeeughok...♥"
Eli shuddered in womb-shattering orgasm, a rare treat for her. Her pussy weak despite her strong cock, Kairan shoved her aside and approached the emperor, still basking in afterglow.
"Hii, hooook♥"
Flipping the bedcollapsed woman over, Kairan thrust into her cum-stuffed pussy. Semen squelched out with a squelch, overflowing.
"Grroooook♥"
A wilder sensation than Eli's sent the emperor into light climax. Crushing the cum-bloated, battered womb anew, Kairan ground her hips steadily, melting the emperor's brain.
"G-goook♥ Orgugh♥"
"It grips so good. Even after Eli wrecked it, feels brand new♥"
"Hii, hong, sok♥ Oooook♥"
Kairan's blue eyes looked down. Beautiful purple irises—the unmistakable mark of royalty. Gazing into them brought satisfaction. The thrill of using royalty. An emperor, no less. Like clearing the final boss in a game.
Press, crush, shatter the womb. Treating her not as human or bitch, but as an onahole—thoroughly breaking everything.
"Get pregnant."
"Ah... Yes♥"
The emperor answered instantly, as if she'd been waiting—as her expression turned rapturous, almost broken. She wrapped her legs around Kairan's waist, feeling the semen deep in her womb.
She could sense the sperm wriggling toward her egg.
Her ovulated egg met the hero's sperm. Fertilized.
I'm pregnant.
She was certain. Pregnant...♥
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After Kairan and Eli each used her another three or four times, the emperor lay in brain-melting happiness from the hickeys covering her body.
Traces everywhere—proof of being loved. Joy was short-lived, though. Kairan called to Karni, huddled in the corner.
"Your turn to use her, Karni?"
"Uh...?"
"Pardon?"
Karni and the emperor spoke almost in unison. The difference? Pure confusion from Karni, a hint of disgust from the emperor.
"N-no! This concubine! We are the emperor! We shan't be mounted by some inferior onahole trash like that!"
Shuddering all over, the emperor struggled up from her afterglow haze and yelled.
"Getting fucked by some onahole trash like that... No way...!"
Kairan eyed the rebelliously disgusted emperor and carefully stood.
"No! I said no...! We—"
Slap!
"...Ah?"
A sharp crack echoed, her head whipping sideways. Stinging pain on her cheek halted her thoughts.
"Seriously, such a pain."
A soft voice, laced with irritation, reached her.
"If you're an onahole, act like one."
Kairan stared coldly at onahole #3—the former emperor.