Casperion was unsure what to expect as he approached the empress’s apartments in the palace of night. The young lanciarii had his black shoulder length hair pulled back in to a topknot tied with a lenth green linen and his thickly muscled chest and arms bulged through his black wool coat with complex green scroll work that, to an experienced observer, detailed all the military campaigns he had battled through in the name of the twilight empress. He had been awoken from his deep sleep by a summons to the royal court, an honor rarely bestowed upon legionaries. As he approached the ornately carved doors leading to the regal chambers his inquisitive brown eyes searched for clues to his fate in the stone faces of the praetorians standing guard. The heavy wooden doors swung open on to a moonlit courtyard and he was shocked to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A simple emerald gown of the thinnest silk imaginable clung to her breasts and thighs, caressing her every curve like a familiar lover. She was picking cherries from a pink blossomed tree in in the center of the open space, bright red juice staining her lips and running down her chin from the corner of her mouth. The moonlight shown in her raven black hair, cascading down her nech and shoulders, stopping in the small of her back outlining the top of her glorious buttocks. As she turned her head twords him focusing her entrancing green eyes on him all rational thought escaped Casperion and he was overcome with an awesome, conscious consuming lust. Without a word Casperion glided to the center of the courtyard intertwining his fingers with the curls of her wavy black hair, his strong hands pulling the of her head into him guiding her lips to his. As they kissed a violet fog began moving around the courtyard wisps of purple smoke solidifying into hands and removing the young soldiers uniform and pushing his own hands onto the empress’s undulating body. As his right hand slid down her thigh gathering up her dress and then back up thigh his left pulled the thin green silk off her shoulder exposing her pale breast to the lavender tinged silver moonlight lips descending to her hardened dark nipple. Then a voice emanated from the aphrodite pressed between him and the cherry tree though her lips never left his body “What is it that you most desire?” The siren sung as her elegant fingers closed around his erect cock. Unable to find an answer in his desire addled mind Casperion fell to his knees and buried his face between the goddess’ hips and inhaled the scents of her sex deep into his lungs collapsing, guiding her hips to his as they fell to the cobble stones. As her flower enveloped his erection both of their eyes began to fluoresce with a dull heather light and when began to rock hips to the original melody the lights in their eyes waxed and wained to the rhythm of their lust. The empress rode Casperion into the abyss of night drawing praises from his lips at every wave of pleasure his mind drowning in the boundless ocean that was her desire. Finally the last breaker of ecstasy crashed across Casperions body and his shaft convulsed filling his deity with his essence. Afterward they lay on the cool stones allowing their sweat and sex to be wicked away by the cool night and the pervasive purple fog, pink cherry blossoms raining down on their naked bodies outlining their last position of love upon the grey rock.
Author: Bogdanivist
Empress of Night
Casperion was unsure what to expect as he approached the empress’s apartments in the palace of night. The young lanciarii had his black shoulder length hair pulled back in to a topknot tied with a lenth green linen and his thickly muscled chest and arms bulged through his black wool coat with complex green scroll work that, to an experienced observer, detailed all the military campaigns he had battled through in the name of the twilight empress. He had been awoken from his deep sleep by a summons to the royal court, an honor rarely bestowed upon legionaries. As he approached the ornately carved doors leading to the regal chambers his inquisitive brown eyes searched for clues to his fate in the stone faces of the praetorians standing guard. The heavy wooden doors swung open on to a moonlit courtyard and he was shocked to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A simple emerald gown of the thinnest silk imaginable clung to her breasts and thighs, caressing her every curve like a familiar lover. She was picking cherries from a pink blossomed tree in in the center of the open space, bright red juice staining her lips and running down her chin from the corner of her mouth. The moonlight shown in her raven black hair, cascading down her nech and shoulders, stopping in the small of her back outlining the top of her glorious buttocks. As she turned her head twords him focusing her entrancing green eyes on him all rational thought escaped Casperion and he was overcome with an awesome, conscious consuming lust. Without a word Casperion glided to the center of the courtyard intertwining his fingers with the curls of her wavy black hair, his strong hands pulling the of her head into him guiding her lips to his. As they kissed a violet fog began moving around the courtyard wisps of purple smoke solidifying into hands and removing the young soldiers uniform and pushing his own hands onto the empress’s undulating body. As his right hand slid down her thigh gathering up her dress and then back up thigh his left pulled the thin green silk off her shoulder exposing her pale breast to the lavender tinged silver moonlight lips descending to her hardened dark nipple. Then a voice emanated from the aphrodite pressed between him and the cherry tree though her lips never left his body “What is it that you most desire?” The siren sung as her elegant fingers closed around his erect cock. Unable to find an answer in his desire addled mind Casperion fell to his knees and buried his face between the goddess’ hips and inhaled the scents of her sex deep into his lungs collapsing, guiding her hips to his as they fell to the cobble stones. As her flower enveloped his erection both of their eyes began to fluoresce with a dull heather light and when began to rock hips to the original melody the lights in their eyes waxed and wained to the rhythm of their lust. The empress rode Casperion into the abyss of night drawing praises from his lips at every wave of pleasure his mind drowning in the boundless ocean that was her desire. Finally the last breaker of ecstasy crashed across Casperions body and his shaft convulsed filling his deity with his essence. Afterward they lay on the cool stones allowing their sweat and sex to be wicked away by the cool night and the pervasive purple fog, pink cherry blossoms raining down on their naked bodies outlining their last position of love upon the grey rock.