Subjugating the Female General (27)
"R-right now...?"
Adrian glanced at Sirian as she spoke. She had never done anything like this in front of another person, and the hesitation showed. But she steeled herself soon enough. If she had resolved to serve the Emperor as her master, then she would answer any demand he made of her.
She began peeling off her clothes, one piece at a time. These were not the easy-to-remove garments she had worn in the prison cell. She was dressed in a formal gown rather than her usual attire, and her movements were a little clumsy for it. That only worked in Dong-hyun's favor.
As the upper layers came away, Adrian's figure was revealed in all its glory — and it was spectacular. Every curve that should recede receded; every swell that should stand out stood out with unapologetic fullness. Her body carried a healthy, athletic sensuality, a raw sexiness that was the polar opposite of Yuria's delicate, slender frame. Yuria's physique stirred a man's protective instincts. Adrian's was explosive. It was a different kind of allure from Sirian as well, who stood behind Dong-hyun with a more model-like silhouette.
Dong-hyun waited calmly as Adrian stripped. When the last of her clothes had fallen away, she approached him, sank to her knees, and pulled down his trousers.
Sunlight streamed brightly through the windows, illuminating both of their naked bodies. Adrian felt a flush of shame at being undressed in such brilliant light, but she gave no sign of it. She wrapped her hand around Dong-hyun's cock. It swelled gradually under her touch. She took it into her mouth and worked her tongue around it, sucking with deliberate care.
Sirian watched with a blank expression. Her inner thoughts, however, were another matter entirely.
It's... that big...?
She kept her face carefully neutral, but her heart was pounding. She had been treated the same way as Adrian once before, and if the Emperor of Ailes was doing this, she reasoned there must be a purpose to it. The man who had saved her and her sister could not be a villain — that much she believed.
She felt herself growing wet. She could not let the Emperor see it. What she failed to notice was that her own breathing had grown steadily rougher.
Dong-hyun savored Adrian's devoted fellatio. Unlike Yuria's sweet, loving oral, Adrian's carried the thrill of conquest. He gripped the back of her head and thrust hard, emptying himself down her throat.
"Get on the bed. On your stomach."
After climaxing, Dong-hyun issued a new instruction. Adrian climbed onto the bed at once and lay face-down, presenting her ass.
"What was it you said last time? That you'd never shake your ass and beg me for anything? I'd like to hear it now."
Adrian's face went scarlet. After a moment to collect her breath, she spoke.
"Please shove your cock into this filthy slave cunt, Master. I'm begging you."
And she did not forget to sway her hips as she asked.
Fuck... that's it. That's exactly it. I can't even go soft.
Dong-hyun felt himself swell to a hardness he had never reached before. Watching this proud, arrogant woman shake her ass and plead with him sent his ego soaring. He brought his palm down across her generous ass.
"Since you asked so nicely, I'll make a special exception."
He pressed into the faintly parted cleft. The opening yielded, drawing him in as though it were sucking him inside.
"Haaah—!!"
The sensation of Dong-hyun entering her from behind wrung a moan from Adrian that she could not suppress — a feeling entirely different from anything before. His fully erect cock scraped along her inner walls all the way to her depths, sending a strange, almost visceral vibration through her insides, something between a bowel-deep pressure and a full-body tremor. Arousal spilled from her almost immediately, easing his way.
"Hngh—!! Haaah..."
Adrian clutched the bedsheets, enduring the onslaught. The stimulation was so intense she felt she might black out at any moment. As Dong-hyun's hips snapped faster, his balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, adding a maddening extra pulse of sensation. Every time they struck, a sharp, electric jolt rang through her.
Then his palm cracked down across her pale ass.
"Kyaah!"
Adrian jerked her head around in surprise. Dong-hyun smiled with satisfaction.
"Every time I spank you, that cunt of yours clamps down even tighter."
Another smack. It was true. Each slap made her flinch, and her insides clenched around him. The sting itself was nothing — Adrian was a battle-hardened warrior who had ridden through war, and pain of this degree was easily shrugged off. But strangely, every blow brought a rush of humiliation tangled with a peculiar pleasure that left her mind spinning.
As her ass flushed red, the moans spilling from her lips grew louder.
"Hngh—!!! Haaang! Heugh—!!"
Her juices had already soaked the sheets through. Saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth; she was lost in it. And every time the crack of flesh on flesh rang out from Adrian's ass, a secret trickle of wetness slipped from between Sirian's own thighs.
Feeling Adrian's insides squeeze him from tip to root, Dong-hyun draped himself over her back and seized her heavy breasts. They hung and swayed with gravity, and the feel of them in his hands was different from any other time he had held them. The urge to come surged through him. He gripped her breasts hard and came.
Adrian collapsed forward after receiving his load, panting. But it was not over.
"What are you doing? It's your turn to get on top. We ought to try every position you haven't done yet."
Dong-hyun was already lying on his back, urging her on. Despite having just climaxed, his cock stood rigid, pointing at the ceiling.
Adrian pushed her trembling body up and climbed astride him. Until now she had only ever been passive. She had never moved on her own, and her heart hammered at the thought. When she took hold of him, he was hot and hard. She had not registered it when he was the one pushing in, but the idea of guiding him into herself with her own hands sent a shiver of strange excitement through her.
A thick, wet sound filled the air as she sank down onto him, inch by inch.
"Haaang.... Hah!"
When his cock bottomed out and struck her deepest point, a dull, resonant impact tore a cry from her. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but the sound had already filled the room. It was loud enough to make even Sirian's carefully blank face twitch.
"Heh. That good, is it? Were you always this filthy, Adrian?"
"Hngh... it's because Master's cock feels too good... haaung..."
The line had already been crossed. Adrian said whatever came to her. Then she began to move — not simply bouncing up and down, but rolling her hips forward and back, side to side, following the pleasure wherever it led. The sight of her could not have been more obscene.
"Huuuh... it feels so good... haaung..."
She leaned forward as she worked her hips, kissing Dong-hyun, then sliding lower to take his nipple into her mouth. She had become remarkably aggressive. Wet, slapping sounds filled the room. Dong-hyun's lower body was already soaked with the juices running down from her.
Why does this feel so good? I'm going to lose my mind...
She straightened again, planted her hands on his thighs, and picked up the pace, lifting and dropping her ass.
"Hyaaah!! Hngh—!!"
To Dong-hyun's eyes, the sight was maddeningly erotic — a woman using those powerful thighs to ride him, writhing on top of him, her enormous breasts bouncing with every motion. Even Sirian, watching from behind, could only stare, transfixed.
"Haaung!! Master... kiss me... kiss me... hngh..."
At her request, Dong-hyun sat up. The position shifted from cowgirl to a seated embrace. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her mouth to his, never stopping the rise and fall of her hips, dancing on top of him.
The wet, rhythmic sound of their joining continued. Adrian's relentless movement made it harder and harder for Dong-hyun to hold back. He sucked at her breast and filled her to the brim.
"Hyaaaang... I'm coming again!!!"
Adrian climaxed as she felt his seed pour into her. She clung to him tightly, riding out the aftershocks. A look of deep satisfaction settled over her face. Ever since she had decided to submit to Dong-hyun, she had grown visibly more at ease.
They held each other for a while. Then Dong-hyun spoke to Sirian.
"Sirian. Have them draw a bath."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Sirian relayed the order to the maids waiting outside. A short time later, word came that the bath was ready. Dong-hyun took Adrian's hand and led her toward the bathroom. They walked naked save for the robes they had thrown over themselves — the Emperor's bedchamber opened directly onto the bath.
Halfway there, Dong-hyun glanced back.
"Sirian. You strip and come in too. We're washing together."
"What? Me as well?"
Sirian was startled. In all the time she had served as Dong-hyun's knight, he had never once touched her body.
"Yeah. You're all worked up too. I should take care of that."
He had already read it on her face.
"Ah... I... that... y-yes, understood."
Sirian had no reason to refuse. At some point she had come to understand that Dong-hyun genuinely cared for her — that he truly wanted her. With the Emperor's power, he could have taken both her and her younger sister whenever he pleased. He had not. He was the man who had pulled them out of the pit of despair.
Sirian removed her armor piece by piece, then followed after him wearing nothing but a robe over her bare skin.
