The Guard Captain is Sad
The guard captain felt a profound sadness. Serena, emperor of the continent's sole empire, Eterion, gently touched her stinging cheek as heat rose within it.
She... hit me?
Her cheek burned. She wondered if a red handprint had been left behind. She had been struck. An emperor, struck by some mere count's family. Even if they were both lumped together under the broad category of "blue blood," the imperial family, bathed in violet glory, was worlds apart from the riffraff of a count's house. And no matter the social status of a hero or the genetic superiority of a futanari, to Serena, it was just a slightly shiny pebble.
She could have ordered it right then. Kill this bitch in front of me—immediately.
"If you're an onahole, act like one, yeah?"
But such thoughts washed away like a sandcastle before the waves at Kairan's words.
Onahole... Right, that's what I am.
An onahole—nothing more than that. No imperial blood, no emperor status. Just an onahole climaxing before the superior futanari cock, trembling and begging to be filled with that superior seed.
"Heh, hehe... ♥"
Her thoughts reached that point, and a vacant laugh bubbled up. A inferior bitch daring to prattle on about violet glory or shared blue blood... If she could go back in time, she'd kill her past self right there.
Serena, the inferior female, wiped the dripping nosebleed with her arm and straightened her posture before carefully opening her mouth.
"I'm sorry."
Words she hadn't uttered since ascending the throne.
"I'm truly sorry, Lady Kairan."
She bowed politely, pressing her forehead to the floor, her words laced with sincerity.
"Even as a female, I defied Lady Kairan's words."
An emperor bowing her head. If the guard captain outside saw it, he'd probably lose his mind. The weight of being the empire's sovereign was that immense.
Which was why this act of submission, this heartfelt apology, brought a thrill of depravity and another layer of pleasure. Throwing away emperor and title alike, embracing her role as mere female. An act she could only do now, and only because of the woman before her—Kairan. No duke, no futanari, could elicit this from her unless it was Kairan.
I want her.
No—she had to have her. It made no sense for such a treasure to remain outside the emperor's grasp.
"No. 3."
"Y-yes? No. 3...?"
"Yeah. You're No. 3. Onahole No. 3."
"Ah... Aaaah...!"
No. 3. What a beautiful name. Not the long, worthless Serena Lionel of Eterion, but something concise and perfect. A name that classified her as nothing but a fleshlight, a bitch in heat, an inferior breed!
"Yes! I'm No. 3! Master!!"
Aaah—dangerous. Her brain felt like it was truly melting. Not hyperbole—honestly, it felt like her brain was liquefying.
"Hiiiioook ♥"
Kairan leaned down, stroking Serena's cheek. The red handprint lingered, even though she'd thought she'd controlled her strength. Kairan's slender fingers wiped the blood from Serena's nose. At that tender touch, Serena climaxed again. Her brain buzzed, her womb clenched in ecstasy. Her body shuddered from the successive orgasms.
"No. 3."
"Y-yes! Lady Kairan, Master!"
"You should apologize to Karni too, right?"
"K-Karni?"
"Yeah. She's Onahole No. 1."
At Kairan's words, Serena blinked in confusion. Apologize to another onahole, another female? What did that even mean...? But she quickly realized thinking was a luxury for an inferior bitch and approached Karni in the corner, bowing her head.
"I'm sorry."
"H-huh? N-no! No way!!"
"Pfft, look at you, climbing the ranks? Even getting an apology from the emperor."
"Uwaaaah! No! I hate it! We can't be traitors to the realm!!"
Watching Serena bow before her, Karni freaked out. She panicked excessively, flailing in distress. She wanted to help Serena up but couldn't bring herself to touch her—an exemplary noble reaction.
"...Well, that's the normal response, usually."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. You're the weird one, Hero Lady."
Kairan felt a slight pang in her chest at Eli's assessment of her as "weird." Maybe it was because she came from a 21st-century democratic nation—emperors and nobles still felt alien. Even when clashing with them, her hero and saintess status usually bulldozed through.
"The emperor is the greatest leader God bestowed upon humanity. If the pope conveys God's will and the grand saintess connects the pope to the faithful, the emperor rules the secular world."
"Like an absolute sovereign?"
"Yes. Do you know how many nations over thousands of years on this continent dared call themselves 'empires'? Even if just a hollow shell, the allure of the title 'emperor' is absolute."
"Even if it dooms the country?"
"Yes. That's what makes it an emperor—an empire."
Eli said this while glancing at Serena.
"Well... still, that's kinda breaking the mold."
"A duke should be climbable, no?"
"No way. No matter how founding merit they have, nobles vanish at an emperor's whim."
"Absolute power, huh."
"Yeah. Even if she's a cock-obsessed pervert, she's still the emperor."
"Hngh—!"
Serena writhed in delight at Eli's words, climaxing again. If she'd seen Eli's current expression, she might've cum once more.
"No. 3."
"Yes!"
"Wanna do a reconciliation kiss?"
"K-Kiss...?"
As if on cue, Eli scooped up Karni's body and tossed her onto the bed. Kairan grabbed Serena similarly, lifting her onto the bed and giving them a gentle nudge to kiss.
"U-uwah...!"
"Hiiik...!"
Karni still panicking, Serena tentatively bringing her lips closer. The start was awkward, but as the kiss dragged on, it grew more intense.
"Hmph, mmmph... Slurp."
"Mmph, sluu... sluurp...!"
It looked clumsy, but they didn't pull away, continuing the kiss.
"Haa, mmmph ♥"
"Mmmrph ♥"
The kiss heated up; hands roamed bodies in deepening passion. Massive breasts squished together, hypersensitive pussies grinding and spraying fluids. Clutching sheets and each other's tits, tongues plunged deeper.
Sex between the same females. A scenario Serena had never considered, never wanted to—but she swallowed the rising disgust and kept kissing. Because her master commanded it. Because a futanari commanded it. Females had to obey.
"Mmmph, smoo, sluuuurp...!"
Revulsion rising. Pleasure surging unbidden. Her melting brain regenerated, her body rejecting the situation outright.
"C-Cock! Cock, please...! Please...!"
Kissing Karni, Serena spread her own ass with her hands. Watching, Eli drooled, unable to hold back.
"That pervert...!"
"She's the emperor."
"Right now, she's a bitch in heat!"
"What the...?"
"Right on! Fuck that bitch!"
Kairan watched Eli roughly thrust into Serena. All that talk of emperors and empires, and here she was throttling the "absolute sovereign's" neck, pounding her womb.
"..."
Well, good was good, right?
⁎ ⁎ ⁎
The next morning.
The emperor barely opened her eyes amid the soiled bed and looked around.
"...Master is...?"
"The hero party has headed to the capital, Your Majesty."
"Ah... I see, they... left..."
The emperor sat up. Kiss marks and womb tattoos scattered across her body had vanished. But the fluids and semen stains on the sheets proved last night was no dream.
"...Guard captain."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"We should give the hero party a small gift."
"...A gift, you say?"
"Something like a suitable title. The hero's from a count's family, right? The bastard daughter? We have a spare countship lying around..."
She pondered placing it as close to the capital as possible. Proximity meant she could be used as a fleshlight anytime. The guard captain, guessing her thoughts, gave an awkward look.
"Hm? What? Why stare like that?"
"No... It's nothing."
"Hng? Ah—"
As if realizing something, the emperor smirked and spread her legs wide.
"Come to think of it, it's been a while since I tasted the guard captain's cock?"
"Your Majesty...!"
"What're you waiting for? Pound me already."
"...Pardon the intrusion."
"Pfft, fuck me like a beast?"
Thrusting into the emperor, the guard captain felt her pussy looser than usual. Even slamming in with full force left empty space. And the moans felt blatantly performative.
The guard captain felt a little sad.