Chapter 1
The Red Empress sat upon her red and black throne, high above her subjects, while filling her sharp blood colored nails.
She released a sigh, half in bliss while the other half was in complete disgust.
A sudden movement from under her Diyi, her formal red and black robes, caught her attention, making her eye the large bump beneath the fabric. Another slurp-like sound, followed by the feeling of an unnecessary amount of wetness, caused Cordelia to cringe.
The soldier underneath was eating her pussy like it was a cut open orange.
It was sloppy and uncoordinated, and he seemed to have no idea how a vagina works, nevermind what it looked like.
This man is supposed to be in my harem? I hope he is a better soldier than this.
His handsome facial structure and impressive physique pulled her attention out of the soldier line up as she was walking the grounds with her Ladies in Waiting several days before, making her give him a chance to be in her harem.
But looks can be deceiving.
She knew that all too well.
Having had enough of the soldier’s terrible cunnilings, she used her bare foot to push him out from under her robes.
He fell backwards, the force of the push causing him to roll down a few steps to the next landing before he could recover and sit on his knees before her.
Cordelia readjusted her robes before turning her attention to the soldier.
“That was terrible,” her voice rang throughout the room, making several of her subjects cringe.
“I am truly sorry, your Majesty,” his voice echoed in an automatic response.
Even with the echoing, she could hear how hollow the apology was.
She tapped the nail file on her chin, looking him over for a moment.
“Ah,” she smiled while handing the nail file to one of her servants. “You are terrible at it because you do not like it. Do you like pussy? Or do you have such little experience that you need some lessons?”
His face turned red at her question, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find an appropriate answer that would not cost him his heart.
Interesting.
Cordelia stood up and gracefully walked down the several steps to the landing. When she was in front of him, she bent over and lifted his chin up with her hand.
Looking into his muddy brown eyes, her suspicions were confirmed.
How did I not notice before?
“You prefer cock,” she whispered.
The hand holding his chin moved to grasp his face, making his lips puff out a little and fear to appear in his eyes.
Too bad, with practice he could have been adequate.
“I have an idea,” she purred. “How about you service my harem? That is beneficial for both of us, do you not agree?”
She saw his eyes flash with arousal and excitement before he quickly shut down his emotions.
“If that is what my Empress wants,” he politely responded.
She squeezed his face until her nails were piercing his cheeks.
“It is.”
She pushed him away, making him collapse on the floor before returning to a kneeling position with his head bowed low.
Cordelia walked down another flight of stairs to the main floor where her subjects all stood, waiting for her next command.
But she was annoyed, bored and horny, not a mood she was very fond of. And, to top it all off, she was in desperate need of a bath since her nether regions were wet, slimy, and still throbbing with need.
It was making her feel rather abhorrent.
So, she left the throne room in search of something interesting.
Perhaps a visit from my harem could help cool the heat plaguing me.
“Prepare me a bath! And bring my harem as well!” She shouted to no one in particular.
Someone would do as she commanded.
As she made her way down the hallways, she listened to the jewelry on her feet clink against each other softly while sighing with disinterest.
If only he had stayed…
Shaking her head to get rid of such thoughts, she turned her head to look out the open window that faced her beautiful red rose garden.
The smell of them wafted through with the delicate breeze, making Cordelia close her eyes for a moment to fully enjoy the scent.
“Your Majesty, the bath is ready.”
Cordelia opened her eyes. She shifted her gaze to look at the red sky that stretched all the way out till it met with the blue and white altostratus sky, a strong marker of where her reign ends.
Even from her spot in the palace, she could see the struggle that the world was going through.
The world’s magic was dying.
She could feel how drained it was, nearly surviving off of fumes and little bursts of lust that come through the area when a human is deemed worthy of a visit.
The cause for the depletion was partially her fault.
She was finding it difficult to produce her lust when certain things were not to her liking.
Or her partners.
He has most likely sent others to find another lust filled person to help fuel the land, his home. Afterall, no one would want to watch their home suffer and disappear.
Gripping the fabric of her dress, she took deep breaths to help keep her jealousy at bay.
Turning sharply, Cordelia quickly walked to her chamber. Piece by piece she stripped herself of her robes until there was nothing left on her light olive skin except the jewelry she liked to wear on her feet.
Entering her chamber, she gazed at the large bed across the room.
Under the sheer silks that hide the bed, she could see her harem of men.
The men all laid upon the cotton and silk sheets, with nothing but a red piece of silk she gifted them to hide their southern regions.
A small smile tugged at her lips at the mere sight of them.
Looking to her bathroom, she saw the large gold clawfoot tub filled with hot water.
As she got closer, she could see the steam rise up as well as red rose petals sprinkled along the top.
She inhaled the warm air and the rose scented oils she loved to use with her baths, a shiver running down her spine at the simple luxury.
Cordelia slipped into the water, allowing the hot water to burn her skin just enough to feel clean and relaxed.
“My Empress,” a voice called out to her from behind.
Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she saw it was her favorite from the harem.
“Alexander,” she purred.
Alexander bowed his head, some of his black hair falling in front of his face which made her want to reach out and brush it out of the way.
“Empress, would you like some help?” He asked in a sultry voice.
Cordelia leaned back in her tub while pulling out her hair ornaments, her black hair falling down over the side of the tub, and throwing them on the floor.
“Of course.”
She watched him as he made his way over to her, studying him under the light of the candles.
Biting her lip, she could already feel warmth gathering at her core.
Alexander’s body was in peak condition with his bulging muscles and soft, smooth dark skin. He moved with a grace she envied, though her own grace was otherworldly, his felt more human. His long, black hair was tied back in a long braid, something that was considered his signature look. He liked to put beads and feathers in it as well, way of decoration and status amongst the others within her rule.
Many of them were gifts from her since he was her favorite.
And had survived her certain type of… lust.
His dark brown eyes scanned her over like a predator surveying its prey.
Cordelia knew better though.
He was trying to figure out what kind of mood she was in.
As he kneeled by the edge of the tub, his fingers dipped into the water near her raised knee.
With his other hand, he grabbed a small cloth off the end table near the tub and dipped it into the water.
“What has my Empress in such a foul mood?” he asked as he grabbed her leg to bring it out of the water completely. Gently, he started to rub the cloth on her skin.
Cordelia sighed in satisfaction.
“Alexander, that is not something you need to worry about,” she leaned forward slightly so she could touch his arm.
With a smirk, Alexander started to rub the cloth higher on her leg.
The small action caused Cordelia’s breathing to pick up.
Alexander continued to rub the cloth on her leg, acting as if all he was doing was washing his Empress.
Cordelia’s grip on his arm tightened, her nails digging into his skin just enough for him to take notice.
With the smirk still on his face, he leaned towards Cordelia, his breath brushing her red painted lips.
“Not on the lips,” she whispered, her own breath teasing his flesh.
With a single nod, he redirected his goal to kissing her neck.
It was light at first, but after a few slow pecks, he started to use his teeth and tongue. Sucking, licking, biting, all of which had her toes curling and little breathy whimpers passing her lips.
Alexander let go of the cloth, letting his fingers brush against her lower lips.
“What about these lips?” He whispered against her neck.
Cordelia could not help but chuckle.
“Do as you wish.”
As if waiting for her permission, Alexander wrapped his arm around her upper back while the arm underwater parted her pussy lips and began gently caressing the fragile area.
Cordelia moaned in pleasure, her face starting to become flushed from the warmth of the water and her lust.
He used two fingers to circle her opening before entering her while using his thumb to press lightly against her clit.
The Empress cried out, her nails cutting into his skin and making him bleed from the intense intrusion.
As she panted from his fingers going in and out of her, she watched the blood from his wounds slowly run down his arm and drip into the water.
She continued to watch as the red droplet was absorbed by the water, fascinated by how easily the blood dispersed once it came in contact with the clear liquid.
Then another drop of blood fell.
And another.
Realizing she was going down a rabbit hole that she could not go down, Cordelia brought her focus to the man whose fingers were inside of her and started to grind into his hand.
Getting the hint, Alexander leaned close to her ear while pumping his fingers faster and hitting her clit with the palm of his hand.
“My Empress,” he whispered. “Perhaps we need to visit the Spider Lily Room?”
“No,” Cordelia answered quickly. “It has only been a week. I need to avoid the room a little longer.”
“Yes, your Highness.”
The Empress looked at Alexander from the corner of her eye, hearing the evident hurt and disappointment in his tone.
Though he was her favorite, she was not going to indulge in his whim just because he wanted it.
There was a reason she wanted to visit the Spider Lily Room as little as possible, and he would never understand.
Only one person understood her lust.
And she drove him away with it.
Alexander lifted the Empress by her upper back just enough for her tits to come out of the water. He watched as her nipples pebbled from the sudden exposure to the cooler air, the water droplets cascading down her small breasts until it was combined with the rest of the bath water.
Dipping his head, he took a nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to lightly bite down.
Glad for the distraction, Cordelia gasped at the little bit of pain he gave her, her body becoming so warm that she was sure that the water would start to boil soon if she did not get her release.
“Alexander,” she strained out in warning.
She felt him smile against her breast, biting a little harder.
Cordelia grabbed the back of his head, keeping him still against her chest as he pounded into her with just his fingers.
She let her head fall back while she lifted her hips to angle his fingers more.
Alexander flicked his tongue over her nipple, sending tingles to run through her body and help her body crash against the wave of her impending orgasm.
Crying out, Cordelia rocked her body against his hand, riding out the flood of pleasure coursing through her body.
When her body finally came down from the high, she looked over at Alexander.
She was intensely irritated about his little pout at her denying the Spider Lily Room.
Narrowing her eyes and taking back her hand, she opened her mouth to chastise him.
“Empress!” a voice called out urgently.
Growling at the interruption, Cordelia stood up in the tub with her arm out, the warm water falling off of her while some of the rose pedals stuck to her skin.
Alexander understood her want, grabbing her sheer red robe and holding it out in front of her.
Cordelia stepped out and put on the robe, not bothering to dry off beforehand.
She walked out of her bathroom with it billowing behind her, also not bothering to tie it up.
“What is it?!” She shouted while rounding the corner to see her advisor and right hand man, Jacques, standing in the middle of her bedroom chamber.
“My Empress,” He bowed low, his head nearly touching his outstretched leg.
Cordelia glared at the man, crossing her arms under her breasts.
“Jack,” she grinded out through clenched teeth. “What do you want?”
Jack straightened his body before looking over his Empress.
A sly smile spread across his face at her nakedness.
“Well, well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my Empress in such a state?”
Cordelia’s glare disappeared into pure amusement.
She walked slowly towards the man, her hips slightly swaying as she dropped her arms to her sides.
Once she was within arms reach, she tilted her head to stare at her advisor’s reddish brown eyes.
Then, she slapped him across the face, her fingers curled enough that her nails left scratches across his cheek and chin.
“You are the one who called for me! Now, tell me what you thought was so important that you interrupted my time!”
Blood from the scratches dripped down his face, but when he moved his head to look upon his Empress, she noticed his sly smile still displayed on his face.
It only fueled her anger more.
“My apologies,” he bowed his head. “This humble servant is here to tell you what a little birdie has told me.”
Intrigued, she motioned for him to continue.
Jack leaned forward until his lips brushed the outer shell of her ear.
“Madness has ventured to the otherworld. It is said his informer has found someone.”
Cordelia’s eyebrows furrowed briefly before she calmed her features. She tapped her lips with her long fingernail in thought.
Could he really have found someone valuable enough to Wonderlust that he is traveling back into the other world?
Her other hand curled into a fist, her sharp nails piercing her palm.
He has not done that since he found me…
Straightening her shoulders, she walked away from Jack.
“Keep an eye on him. I want to know when this new pet of his comes to Wonderlust,” she spoke loudly and left no room for debate.
“Of course, my beautiful Empress,” Jack slyly spoke while he watched Cordelia climb onto the bed to join her harem of men.
Immediately, the men began to kiss, touch, and caress her skin, as if that was all they had been craving since their last romp with her.
Her blood was boiling with hurt and anger, she needed another release.
But her control was slipping, sexual release would not do.
Grabbing Louis, one of her Harem men, by the face, Cordelia kissed him on the lips harshly.
She kept his face secured to hers, only letting go when she needed a breath.
Louis smiled widely with unrestrained lust, his lips smeared with the same red lipstick she wore.
The smile did not last long.
Cordelia watched with intense interest as the man’s blood began to drip from his nose and splatter on her bed spread.
Louis felt a tickle on his lips and nose, making him bring his hand to his face. Touching the red liquid, he looked down at his fingers.
He blinked a few times, as if the sight of the blood was a hallucination.
He swayed as he looked back at Cordelia, his eyes wide with a question.
Why?
The Empress pushed the others away as she watched him pale, his blood dripping a little faster.
“Do you really think I would not notice your betrayal? The little smoke and chats you are having with Kama, one of Madness’ men? The one who is particularly intelligent even if he does smoke a ridiculous amount of that smelly, awful tobacco?” She stood on the bed, anger swallowing her whole as she continued to watch one of her harem become weak and immobile.
“One kiss is all it takes from my poisoned lips,” she ripped off the rubber coating she kept on her lips so she could wear her poisoned red lipstick.
“And now, you will pay the price. Twins!” She yelled loudly, uncontainable excitement shining through her eyes as she waited for the three she called ‘Twins’ to appear.
The short, stocky triplets came hustling through the door, two in the front and one trailing in the back. They stopped in front of the Empress’ bed, waiting for the next command.
She studied them, taking in their features that told her they belonged to this land more than the one she came from.
Their bald heads shined from the candlelights, making those not used to such brightness shield their eyes. Their muscular bodies were wide due to their short stature, but that did not deter their strength in the least. Their dark eyes displayed their fixation of the Empress without embarrassment.
Their strength and devotion to her was the reason Cordelia kept them around as her main force, not counting her thousands of soldiers at her beck and call.
There was something about the triplets that made her trust their loyalty to her. Something she was not too sure of with some of the others within her kingdom.
“Twins,” she smiled in greeting.
The two in the front smiled back at her, while the one in the back bowed his head. It was due to this typical formation that they always stood in that Cordelia called them ‘Twins’, the one in the back always hiding behind the two in the front.
Plus, they never spoke out against it, due to their tongues missing.
They had such good potential for fantastic cunnilingus.
Cordelia had Chester, the pink and purple striped cat-man to blame for that.
“This man is accused of treason,” she pointed to Louis, who was now becoming red in the face as he struggled to breath through the blood flowing out his mouth and nose.
“Bring him to the Spider Lily Room,” Cordelia shivered in anticipation at her words. Her body flushed with heat at just the mere thought of what was to come.
The Twins bowed their heads in understanding.
Quickly, they shuffled to Louis’ side and grabbed his arms. They hoisted him up in the air, the two in front holding an arm each while the one in the back lifted his legs.
They left the room as the sounds of Louis’ gurgled breaths began to become apparent.
Hands were suddenly all over her body.
The rest of her harem pulled at her robe, licked her skin, bit her neck, and grasped her breasts.
They were eager to please her, though it did not hurt that they lusted after her display of power and intelligence.
Her body fell back onto the plush bed, more touching and desperate grasping helped her blood lust turn to a sexual one.
Something she struggled with since she was an adolescent.
As she felt their warmth, she stared up at the top of the canopy bed.
My bloodlust is far more powerful than sexual lust. Perhaps, Madness and the others need a reminder of that…
