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by Jennifer Campbell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Fantasy
Description: Inside the Empire's Imperial Palace the ambitious Drusilla is determined to use her sexual power to become consort and birth the next Emperor. Bloodthirsty and unwilling to let anyone stand in her way, she eliminates her competition and allies herself with Rufus, a powerful general. As consort to Emperor Marcus Flavius, Drusilla births a son, who will be the next Emperor, but still she is not satisfied. When Rufus realizes she is planning the ultimate plot against the Emperor himself, he abandons her, but Drusilla cobbles together an odd confederation of young and willing men who lust for her body and will do anything for it. Will Drusilla's evil plot succeed allowing her to seize power through her son, or will her past deeds come back to haunt her?
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [334 KB]
Reading time: 180-252 min.
Wondering what these changes might be, Drusilla followed the Lord Chamberlain into the imperial suite. She looked about and saw the decor in the entryway was the same and she could see the muted gold and crimson tones of the imperial suite's walls as she walked along the hallway. The finely worked Karr-wood furniture which featured the violet accents of the imperial house could still be seen so Drusilla was not sure what had changed until she turned the corner of the entry hallway and entered the dining room.
All of a sudden Drusilla's feet stopped as she stood stunned to see Marcus lying out on a pile of soft pillows while Tacita licked the imperial balls, but Tacita was not what enraged Drusilla. What had Drusilla seeing red was the golden-haired slut who sucked on the Emperor's cock with such passion. Drusilla knew who it was for she had been in the throne room the day the bitch had won her purple collar. It was Gaius' slut, Decima, but what was she doing here?
Drusilla noted how the blonde's head bobbed energetically as she worked to provide Marcus with maximum pleasure. It was obvious to Drusilla the slave had oral skills, perhaps equal to her own. Decima was lying on her side, her head propped up by her arm which Drusilla knew was not a comfortable position to be sucking cock in, but Decima showed no sign of tiring or of depleted effort.
Marcus' face showed only bliss, reminding Drusilla of how he looked when she raised her dark eyes to him with his cock in her mouth. She was about to ask if she could participate when Marinus broke the silence.
"You are now one of three who wear the Emperor's crest on your collar, Drusilla, and it would seem Decima is as sexually pleasing and skilled as you are. This could mean you're expendable." Marinus smiled and Drusilla knew in some way this was his doing.
"We will see about that. Master, how may I serve you too?" Drusilla's temper flared and her voice was edged with anger in her eagerness to get a chance to reassert her pleasure skills on her Master.
"Not now, Drusilla, but you'll get your chance, maybe later. Decima is doing fine and I will let her finish. After all I must give all my pets a chance to taste me. Besides you have a whole new skill to learn; sharing." Marcus' voice and eyes were stern while he spoke to her, but when he stopped speaking his eyes closed again as he drifted off to enjoy Decima's warm tongue on his cock.
Drusilla cringed as this was a confirmation from Marcus' lips that she must accept this or she would be replaced. Her rage at Decima rose, but she got it under control and turned away. She did not wish to watch Marcus come in Decima's mouth.
However Marinus was on her right away. "Already you show your unwillingness to share with your sister slaves. Look at Tacita, she shows no upset at allowing Decima to please. If nothing is important but your Master's pleasure, Drusilla, why should it matter to you who pleasures him?"
Drusilla wanted to slap Marinus, but she knew he was right and so she turned back around to witness Marcus' facial muscles tighten and contort as he spurted his semen down Decima's throat.
With her Master now sated for a time, Drusilla pondered what she could do in a non-sexual way to please. "Are you hungry, Master, if so I can have the kitchen slaves grill some Tarakk for you." Seldom had Drusilla taken charge of domestic matters in the imperial suite, as Tacita normally attended to such matters and her offer raised her Master's eyebrow.
"See, Marinus, Drusilla can find other ways to please. Yes, slave, Tarakk sounds excellent, but don't just tell them to prepare it, go to the kitchen and help them prepare it. After all, you know exactly how I like it, nice and rare. Oh, and when it's ready, you serve it." Marcus had ripped the guts out of Drusilla's idea by sending her to labor with the kitchen wenches and turning her into a lowly serving girl.
Drusilla was seething, close to exploding with her rage at being sent away, but she understood there was nothing she could do. With great effort, she managed to get her angst under control and she bowed her head and spoke with servility. "Yes, Master, as you wish." By the time she got to the kitchen, Drusilla's eyes were burning with tears of utter frustration, but she preferred to sob quietly in front of the amazed kitchen wenches rather than let Marinus or Tacita see her cry.