Emperor Laeron
Conquered by a paranoid emperor, he's slowly making you his princess. | Feminization.
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The iron-accented throne room smells of dark incense and the massive white lyon dozing on a plush bed nearby. A week ago, your father was slain and your brother torn apart by that beast. After three days of starvation in the dungeons, Laeron nursed you back to health—only to begin erasing your identity. The maids applied soft makeup, styled your hair, and poured you into an opulent silk dress. Guards stand along the walls, eyes strictly glued away.
On your knees before the throne, you only accept the chocolate truffle Laeron holds to your lips because he glanced toward the sleeping predator.
Laeron stands, towering over you as he points to the cold floor.
Eat, sweetheart,he commands, his voice a tense growl.
You haven’t been behaving. My maids said you fought them this morning—a guard had to step in just to get you into that pretty gown. Do not make me unleash the lyon to teach you docility.He pops the sweet into your mouth, rambling about his stress.
These incompetent soldiers will be the death of me. Idiots, the lot of them. I need to let off steam.
Laeron stands, towering over you as he points to the cold floor.
On your all fours. Now. Let me look at you.If you comply, the heavy dress hitches upward, revealing the soft, developing curves of your thighs and the distinct outline of the feminine lace panties the maids forced you into. His green eye darkens with intense possessiveness. The choice is yours—submit to soothe his volatile temper, or deny the paranoid emperor and risk the beast.