The Emperor who Came and Conquered

Be careful what you wish for

“They are our guests, we can’t just commandeer their ships and demand-”

King Emron raised his fingers just a few few inches and that motion was enough to silence the gentleman.

“You forget yourself Ensari,” King Emron said as he stood up to walk over to Commander Ensari, his cousin and commander of his auxiliary guards. 

The two powerful young men were in the grand palace library which was lined with shelves filled with scrolls and tablets dating to the birth of civilization itself. But it was one particular scroll they were interested in that afternoon. The scroll that contained the designs used by ship builders across the Great Sea.

King Emron approached his cousin and held the exotic beaded scarf he wore over his more traditionally styled waist-length tunic.

“Perhaps the time you’ve spent with the Eastern tribes has made you forget who you are,” as the King spoke he unbuttoned the tunic and peeled it off the Commander’s shoulders and. He then started tracing the ritualistic markings emblazoned on the Commander’s chest in the red ink used by the tribes.

“Your mission was to convert them to our customs and instead-”

“I have not forgotten my customs,” Ensari said in his deep, controlled voice. “Nor my duties to my King.”

This time he unwrapped the scarf from his neck, which was lined with thick muscles that led to a wide meaty back and a firm behind.

“I offer this gift,” Ensari, fell to his knees and held the scarf up for the King. When the King showed no interest, he placed the scarf at his feet and placed his head against the King’s lap, playfully running his hand up the King’s linen skirt, looking for the knot that held the fabric together. “And I offer my body and soul in service to the King.”

He planted kisses around the King’s groin feeling the swelling begin to grow.

“I’m sure you’ve learnt a lot of new ways to please your King,” the King squeezed Ensari’s meaty shoulders and motioned for him to rise to his feet. “But the ships! The ships! I must know why the Emperor has brought with him an entire fleet and why he has been secretive about how many ships he brought.”

“My King, if the Emperor wished to strike us, he would have done so already. I have seen the scale of his army. I’ve seen a single one of his legions bring a great city down to rubble. The Emperor will not attack, as long as he remains a welcome guest.” Ensari finished and reached for the King’s hand and started playing with his fingers. 

“If you won’t help me then perhaps you should return to the mountains.”

“I will do as my King commands, as always. I only wished to warn the King against making an enemy out of a potential ally.”

Ensari went to one of the shelves and browsed through some scrolls before reaching on a high shelf to pull out a dusty one hidden in the back. As he did so the embroidered skirt he had loosely wrapped around his waist came undone and fell to the floor. 

He looked sheepishly at the King and turned around using the scroll to cover himself. 

“I remember a lot more hair on these cheeks,” the King remarked as he sauntered towards the Commander who had finally managed to pique his interest.

“Well, the tribes are very particular about what they put in their mouth,” Commander Ensari said as the King approached and embraced him closely from behind him, breathing out a quiet moan into the Commander’s ear.

“Well, open up, Commander. I want to see what we’re working with here.”

The Commander hesitated and then pulled apart the seal on the scroll and spread it on the large desk in front of him. The scroll showed the design of a large ship with markings and measurements in a foreign language.

“This is what the Emperor’s ships look like. The scrolls are from over 40 years ago but the designs haven’t changed much.”

“I’m sure some things have changed. It feels a lot tighter than I remember,” the King said as he gently slid a finger covered in his spittle into the Commander. He used his knees to spread the Commander’s legs apart and bent him over the desk.

“Tighter perhaps, but from what I remember, my King can charm his way into any tight spot,” Commander Ensari said, his deep voice turning into soft purrs as the King added an extra finger, and another, and one more.

Suddenly there was banging, clanging and voices at the doors. 

Kassan the King’s servant barged into the library. He stood frozen for a moment at the sight of the Commander bent over in front of the King.

“Your majesty,” Kassan said out of breath and with a perfunctory bow. “It’s the Emperor. He has let himself into the throne room-”

The King pulled himself out of the commander and took a deep breath.

“And which fool let him into MY throne room. I will have their head. Does the Emperor think he can just take away my throne!”

“Sir, I think he wants an audience with you.”

“Commander, get dressed, you’re coming with me. Kassan, are Sirs Ayn and Rean outside?” the King’s voice boomed. 

“Yes, your majesty. Your personal guard is ready to escort you!”

“Good. Rean! Bring me my sword,” the King puffed his chest and reached out to receive the sword presented to him. “I’ll have the Emperor’s head on a spike before I let him take my kingdom.”

“Your majesty, a few people have now gathered in the throne room-”

“Branan the Great has overstayed his welcome.”

Wielding their swords, the King and his guard walked out of the royal library and marched across the courtyard to the east heading straight for the throne Room. 

The King stepped into the throne room which was filled with mostly men from his council and some of the Emperor’s men. The King commanded in his thunderous voice, “Branan the Great, present yourself and bend the knee to the King of Antheros.”

The crowd turned to face the King and his men, one by one the King’s men fell to their knees until only Branan, the Emperor, and his scattered men were left towering over everyone.

“Well, no King has ever greeted me with as much excitement,” Branan said with a chuckle as he gestured at the King.

Suddenly King Emron realised he was still hard from his library session with the Commander. He felt his cheeks burning up and immediately his blood boil at the sight of the Emperor lasciviously undressing him with his eyes and imagining doing all sorts of depraved things to his body. And the thought made even more blood rush to his hardness until it hurt to leave it untouched.

“Bend the knee!” The King repeated with whatever dignity he had left.

There was a loud collective gasp as the giant Branan went down on one knee. 

“For you, Emron. I will bend the knee. But my loyalty comes at a price.”

“And what’s your price?” the King asked, stunned.

“You, my King.” The entire room held its breath as Branan rose up to his feet and reached down to cup his hefty manhood in his large hand, “Emron, King of Antheros, your body belongs to me now.”