The Holiest Day
On the 7th day, the Empress gets fucked
This story is intended for 21+ readers only.
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Part 1
On the 7th day of each week the Empress would rest.
No one in the kingdom could bother her. Not even the Emperor would dare to disrupt his Goddess on the 7th day. For on this day she did whatever she pleased.
The Empress was known across the kingdom for her wisdom, generosity, and leadership. But her inner court knew her a bit more intimately. Like many before her, the Empress had a large sexual appetite. And on the 7th day she brought her wildest fantasies to life. Often her moans could be carried by the wind in hallways of her wing. This day of pleasure was extended to her attendants as well. Our Empress was not stingy, like I said she was a generous soul. Many would choose to stay with her on these days of pleasure, but few were chosen. And on this day I had been gifted the opportunity to be one of the blessed few who got to remain by her side.
I stood at the entrance of her personal quarters in my cotton indigo dress. The Empress had hand picked this dress for me. You see indigo was her favorite color, but as I looked down at my large breast sitting in the fabric, I knew it wasn’t just because of the color. My soft brown skin was on display, every breath I took could be seen. Golden thread rested on the edges of my body, extenuating my hips, and flowing all the way down to the floor. My stomach showed beautifully in this dress. I looked regal and sensual all at the same time. The fact that my Empress chose this dress to be worn on me for her viewing pleasure made my whole body tingle and my pussy ache.
The moans and whimpers I heard on the other side of the door had exhilarated my heart. My fingers wrapped tighter around a smoothed obsidian stone I had been tasked to get from Inner Court Carver. It was weighty and felt good in my hand. My fingers went up and down the obsidian, feeling the curve and the shift in size. This stone would clearly bring a lot of pleasure to my Empress. My body quivered as I knocked and opened the door, the scent of wet heat and jasmine filled my nostrils.
Before my eyes was our Empress. Her naked deep brown skin glistened in the light that came through the open arched window. All of her royalness sat in a chair crafted by the finest carpenters in the kingdom. One that followed the curves of her spine, so she could easily be attended to. Leaned back in deep comfort, her heavy breast hung low on the sides of her stomach, so large and full. Chioma was kneeled on the right side of the Empress, her oiled hands massaging one breast and teasing the nipple. Imani kneeled on the other side, licking and sucking. Imani’s fingers were beneath her own emerald dress and hips rocked in tune with her suck. The sight of that alone made me want to cum. But my pleasure, like the other attendants, had to wait. Only after our Empress given us permission could we bring our own selves relief.
Her head was cocked to the side, with a mouth open as she slowly swallowed Ezra’s dick. His body was trembling but he held onto the top of the chair to steady himself. The Empress’s thick thighs were parted, her right foot coated in honey that Isis graciously licked off. The whole room was buzzing. Sounds of sucking, licking, whimpers and gasps of pleasure were accompanied by nature existing on the other side of the window.
“Excuse me Empress, I have returned.” Even though my mouth pooled with saliva, my voice came out hoarse as I announced myself.
She continued to slowly suck Ezra’s head, her tongue making lewd slurping sounds. She popped off his head but left her tongue near his tip to catch the pre- cum that was flowing. With one savoring swallow the Empress turned her face to look at me. Her eyes were glazed but they were still sharp. A level of awareness that never left the Empress.
“Ah, welcome Aniyah. You came just in time.” Her finger raised to graze the underbelly of Ezra’s shaft. A deep groan left his lips as his hips jerked forward. “ I’m sure Ezra is ready to combust, and I need him to last some more for me.” Her voice was thick and sticky like honey, leaving her mark on my skin without even being touched. “Come, I need that obsidian in me now.”
My feet moved me quicker than I thought possible. I was prepared to hand the beautiful obsidian to the Empress but she pointed for me to sit, in between her parted legs. My knees came onto the soft rug that was underneath us. Isis was next to me, eyes closed as she continued to lick and suck on the Empress’s toes and massage her feet. My body trembled. I looked all around me and I couldn’t believe that I had been given this position. To serve the Empress on any day was a gift, but to be this close to the heat of her pussy, to smell her sweetness, to be able to support her so intimately would be a gift I would cherish for a lifetime. And I knew everyone in the room felt the same way. Everyone was so focused on their task and now it was time for me to focus on mine.
This is just part one and I would love some ideas on what should happen in part 2.
Leave a comment and let me know a feral fantasy you would love to see played out in this scene.
On Wednesday July 8th at 8pm EST, I will be reading the completed story live on Subtack. I invite you to join me for a sexy bedtime story on a lovely hump day.
Sensually,
Eza 💋
This was absolutely love, sensual and beautiful 💜💜💜
I’ve long had fantasies like this coursing through my sexuality like ancient memory stored in my DNA. I am always one of the empresses’ acolytes.