Emperor Xian Long sank into his bronze tub, the Eastern herbs swirling as steam rose. "Long’er, boil it hotter," he barked. "That sniveling Minister of Rites whined about grain shortages, so I had him beaten. Peasant bellies can rot for all I care."
Long’er’s cloth hit the floor. Eunuchs surged forward, pinning the emperor’s limbs. "You dare? I am the Son of Heaven!" Xian Long snarled, but they rolled him into the crimson carpet like tribute. "Revolution has come," Long’er replied coolly. "Chen Wei leads it. You stole his wife three years ago. She sends her regards."
In the eunuch chamber, Grand Eunuch Zhao smiled thinly. "Ancient law demands the dragon spill every drop before the blade. Kneel." Xian Long’s cock betrayed him, hardening under their stares despite his fury. "Witty little rebels. My power still outlasts your knives."
Forced to stroke, he glared at the circle of watchers. "You think this shames me? I’ve had consorts dripping wet at my command." Zhao chuckled. "Then picture the farmer’s wife’s pussy, or her lips on your ass. Show us how horny you truly are."
Sweating and panting, Xian Long’s hand pumped faster, his body alight with unwanted fire. A blowjob fantasy flashed—Liu Mei’s strong mouth claiming what the throne could not protect. He came hard, cum splattering the dirt, yet Zhao demanded more.
The second release followed, his cock throbbing as he groaned through gritted teeth. "Your empress will kneel differently," Zhao taunted. The emperor’s seed pooled, his reign leaking away with every drop.
The blade flashed for the third, but a distant trumpet hinted at the throne room’s new occupants already claiming their due.
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