***Author’s Note:*** *I wrote this in about 20 minutes in a Discord chat on a whim, afterwards I was told repeatedly to go post my stuff to* r/Erotica *and try to make a living off of what I do. This will be the first of a couple of sample posts, and if they’re received well, I’ll start doing commissions for my work.*
***Word Count:*** *2439*
Rippling like a sea of radiating light, the form of the Emperor stood before her, disrobed and without the glistening armor of ages past. He took a single step forward and his body began to glow like a roiling sun, and yet there was no pain when you looked upon him, instead it was reassurance, a light of healing and majesty that reached and reflected all throughout the room. Another step and his shape began to shift, the very light shedding from his form like dewdrops rising from the warming grass in the morning light. Each step after he shed just a bit more, until he stood before his bride and extended a hand the same size as her’s, one whose light was no longer blinding, but emanated like a simple golden aura around his skin. His skin itself was bronzed and calloused, the hands of a warrior from centuries of conflict, and yet when her skin touched his own, she felt the skin give way to a certain softness that she couldn’t quite describe.