White hair. Blue eyes. Doesn't look like her… but fine. It will serve.
"My Emperor, allow these two tributes from the Shadowlands to soothe your temper while we discuss strategy."
General Thalor bowed sharply.
The white haired tribute, Lirandel climbed the steps to the throne on unsteady legs. Behind her, the second tribute, Iris, dark-haired with wide violet eyes knelt beside the throne.
The Emperor leaned back, robes parting with casual ease. She hesitated only a heartbeat before straddling his lap. Her breath caught as she lowered herself onto him, taking his length slowly into her slick heat.
With one sharp tug of his clawed fingers, he ripped her gown from neckline to hem. Glowing Fae markings along her ribs and thighs flickered.
"She's blessed," the Emperor commented casually, examining her exposed body as if appraising livestock. "The Shadowlands did well."
He let a pulse of green magic flare from his palm, and it sank into her skin.
