Emperor Xian Long reclined in his bronze tub, rare Eastern herbs scenting the steam as he commanded his head eunuch. "Long’er, add the boiling water and dismiss these lesser fools. I had the sniveling Minister of Rites beaten for daring to mention Northern grain shortages—peasant suffering means nothing to the Son of Heaven."
Long’er smirked, cloth slipping from his hands. "Your power is a fragile thing, Majesty. One spark and it crumbles." The remaining attendants seized the emperor, pinning his limbs and rolling him into the imperial crimson carpet.
"You dare touch the divine? I am the Son of Heaven!" Xian Long raged, his voice echoing as they carried him through the halls. "This revolution you whisper of will burn in my name."
In the eunuch department’s chamber, Grand Eunuch Zhao greeted him with cold precision. "Ancient law demands the dragon’s seed spill fully before the blade. Your reign ends with pleasure before pain." Xian Long’s body betrayed him, his cock hardening amid the terror and humiliation.
Forced to kneel, he gripped his hard cock, panting and sweating as the eunuchs watched. "You think this shames me? Even on my knees, my wit cuts deeper than your dull blades," he shot back wittily. Zhao replied, "Stroke faster, or we’ll assist with your ass clenched around nothing."
Horny and dripping, Xian Long worked himself faster, mind flashing to wet pussy and the forbidden blowjob he’d never taste again. He came once, cum spilling on the dirt, then again, body shuddering with unwanted release as he panted, "The throne will remember this mockery."
Zhao ordered a third spill, blade glinting. "The farmer’s wife will sit where you fall." But three days later, new hands would claim the dragon throne—and the old emperor’s humiliation had only begun.
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