She entered in chains. She will rule drenched in cum and crowned in blood.
Extreme imperial harem erotica • captive to empress • palace-wide orgies • public breeding • 8 complete, enormous chapters • 70,000+ words • 18+
The empire fell in a single night of fire and screaming. Princess Livia of the fallen kingdom was dragged through the gates of the Black Palace in golden chains, stripped naked before ten thousand cheering soldiers. They forced her to crawl across black marble while generals pissed on her back and the new Emperor watched from his obsidian throne, stroking himself through crimson silk.
By dawn she was in the palace baths, surrounded by one hundred silent, oiled eunuchs ordered to break her spirit. Instead she spread her legs on the marble rim and commanded the head eunuch to eat her cunt. Within minutes he was sobbing into her folds, begging to serve the enemy princess. By the end of the hour every eunuch had tasted her and sworn secret loyalty. That night she walked into the Emperor’s war council still dripping, knelt under the map table, and sucked every general’s cock while memorizing every border, every weakness, every plan.
She swallowed eight loads and the fate of the empire in one evening.
The Emperor, amused, gifted her the entire imperial harem—one hundred perfect concubines trained since childhood. He expected her to drown in jealousy. Instead she turned them into her personal army of pleasure.
Nights became silk sheets soaked in squirt, mornings became marble floors painted with cum. She taught princes to beg, princesses to strap on gold cocks and fuck each other while she watched from a throne of pillows. The Emperor’s own sister became her favorite pet—collared in rubies, crawling between Livia’s thighs during state banquets while ambassadors pretended not to notice the wet sounds under the table.
Within a month the harem chanted her name instead of the Emperor’s.
He finally summoned her to his bedchamber expecting to break her. Instead she rode him until he wept, made him watch his favorite concubine lick her ass while he fucked her, then milked his cock dry and whispered every secret she had learned into his ear as he came. From that night on he was hard only when she allowed it.
She poisoned him slowly, sweetly, riding him to death while the entire court watched through silk curtains. When he died mid-orgasm she stood over his corpse, cum and blood running down her thighs, and declared herself Empress Regnant. The generals who tried to object were dragged to the throne room and publicly fucked by her new pleasure legions until they pledged loyalty with her name on their lips and her strap-on in their asses.
She created elite units whose only weapon was sex—ten thousand beautiful soldiers trained to fuck enemy commanders into surrender. Cities opened their gates when her legions arrived naked and oiled under the banners of the Black Palace.
The new throne was built with a hollow center. Every morning the Empress sat enthroned while chosen courtiers crawled beneath to worship her cunt and ass for hours while she conducted state affairs. Laws were signed in cum on her stomach. Treaties sealed with squirt on parchment.
She instituted monthly breeding festivals where every noble had to watch their wives and daughters mounted by her chosen studs—or do the mounting themselves—until the entire aristocracy carried her bloodline.
Ten years later the Black Palace itself kneels. The empire stretches from sea to sea, held together by silk ropes and soaked sheets. Every dawn the throne room fills with thousands who come to watch their Empress fucked by whichever lovers she chooses—sometimes one, sometimes a hundred—while the day’s decrees are read aloud between her moans.
She has not worn clothes in a decade. She has not been empty in longer.
The empire is hers.
Every cock, every cunt, every drop of seed belongs to the woman who began in chains.