The Scum Emperor's Redemption System - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: After The Wedding (NSFW)
Despite the recent turmoil, a fragile peace settled over the palace with guards stationed more firmly than ever, their vigilance unbrojen. The other Fialova, a shadowy mirror of the bride, now languished in the depths of the palace dungeons.

But that was not the worry. Not right now, when Argider has yet to face another duty.

Consummation.

Night descended, bringing with it the long-anticipated hour of their pact. This time, Argider would not and could not flee as she had before. The weight of inevitability pressed heavily upon her; there was no escape. She would have to face what lay ahead.

Besides, it wasn’t as if she was entirely opposed to this. Really, how could she blame Fialova? After all, she had shamelessly come dangerously close to committing adultery with this very girl.

Who wouldn’t want to stake a claim after that? The only trouble was, in her current predicament, Argider wasn’t exactly the one doing the claiming.

She was the one about to be claimed.

Fialova nervously adjusted her silk robes as she entered the opulent imperial bedchambers. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood perfumed the air, and the room was lit by flickering candlelight.

She had waited for this moment for so long, dreaming of the day she would finally consummate her marriage to Argider. It’s finally happening…

As she approached the massive four-poster bed, Fialova’s heart raced. She had never been with a woman before, let alone an experienced lover like Argider.

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to brush the silken sheets, feeling the cool smoothness against her fingertips.

Argider lay reclining on the bed, her lithe form barely concealed by sheer gauze. Her long, white hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her alabaster skin. It was such a torturous sight. It was as if the Emperor was one with the moon.

With such grace, despite the lack of it in behavior, even a man would forget that Argider was never a woman upon their birth. But that wouldn’t matter, would it? Not when they were infront of them so willing to be claimed.

“Come here, Fialova,” Argider said, patting the space beside her on the bed. “Let’s just get this over with….”

Fialova’s breath caught in her throat as she climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. This was finally the long awaited night, but the apprehensiveness hidden somewhere her bloomed. First of all, how does one even consummate with another woman? Second of all, how do you generally do it? And third of all, what if Argider didn’t like it?

“What are you thinking about?” Asked Argider.

“About how I should please you…”

A finger brushed along Fialova’s jawline, feather-light and reassuring. “You don’t have to worry,” Argider murmured, her voice a gentle promise before she leaned in and claimed Fialova’s lips in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was bold, searing, the kind that left no room for doubt.

She moved without hesitation, pressing forward and nipping playfully, unable to hold back the want she’d buried since that night. Fialova, for all her former knightly poise, was adorably clumsy in her response, turbulent, unpracticed, but so earnest it made Argider’s heart race. That sweet, unguarded innocence was impossible to resist, drawing Argider deeper as she slipped into her mouth, tasting her fully.

“Mmmph…” Fialova melted into the kiss, her lips parting eagerly, hands coming up to tangle in Argider’s hair, holding her close as the kiss deepened.

Argider’s hand slid down Fialova’s body, over the curve of her breast and down her stomach. She paused at the waistband of Fialova’s robe, her fingers playing with the tie. “May I?” she asked softly, her eyes seeking permission.

“But how will we do it?”

“Ah,” the emperor paused. “You’ll feel it…”

Huh?

What did Argider mean by saying she would feel it? The thought barely had time to settle before a strange, undeniable weight began to stir between Fialova’s thighs, heavy and unfamiliar.

“Eh?!” Fialova gasped.

The first thing she noticd was a strange fullness and pressure in her groin, like something is growing and stretching her skin. Curiosity and shock getting the best of her, there was an unmistakable shape of an erect penis, smooth and hard beneath her fingers when she reached out. How was this happening?!

There was an overwhelming rush of sensation – a deep ache of need, a throbbing pulse of blood, and an almost electric tingle of nerves coming alive.

Argider slowly untied their robe, letting it fall open to reveal Fialova’s bare skin beneath. And as expected, there was an erect member, standing proudly between their thighs. She could muster all the disgust she once felt before, but as it turns out, even the bodies of women have needs.

They couldn’t fill anything, sure. Instead, they could be filled. That exact desire was burning so unbearably just below their stomach. If it weren’t for Esmeralda and their constant “consummation” and “payment”, this night wouldn’t have happened so easily because of certain prides.

“I was saved by the gods,” Argider began to explain, her hand closing around Fialova’s shaft. “But I was also punished. I can no longer bed anyone.”

A dose of blood rushed to Fialova’s penis, her hips bucking involuntarily into Argider’s hand. “Ah…” she whimpered, too lost in sensation to form coherent words as it was stroked with slow, deliberate movements.

A thumb swirled around the sensitive head, spreading the beads of moisture that had already gathered there. Fialova’s hands fisted in the sheets, her body writhing with pleasure. Having this manhood dangling just on top of her vagina felt strangely natural and unlocked something inside her.

Afterall, right here, right at this very moment, the beautiful and slender Emperor that was as delicate as a flower was fapping her. Every pump made her jerk up and she wanted nothing but to pounce and tear up any hole that she could slid herself into. And the candidate… was none other than Argider. Although, she didn’t want to feel this way, not when she had such high regards and respect for the person infront of them.

“This… feels so strange…”

Argider leaned down and took Fialova into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around the girth. She bobbed her head, taking more of Fialova’s length with each pass.

“Y-Your Imperial Majesty!” She moaned. Every lick and suck felt magnified as if her nerve endings were on fire, ignited by this exquisite new stimulation. Her hips forward, unable to resist the urge to thrust into that perfect, pliant mouth. The feeling of their throat constricting around her as it was taken deeper is indescribable – a delicious tightness that grips and pulls.

The wet heat of her mouth was exquisite, and Fialova could feel herself getting closer to the edge.

Just as Fialova was about to climax, Argider pulled back, leaving her throbbing and desperate. “Not yet,” she said. “There’s so much to do.”

With that, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, revealing her glistening folds. Fialova’s mouth went dry at the sight, her member twitching with need. She positioned herself between Argider’s thighs, the head of her cock nudging against Argider’s entrance.

Argider wrapped her legs around Fialova’s waist, urging her closer. “Go on,” she instruction, the heat making her sweat all over. She felt impatient. If she was going to feel pleasure this way, so be it. She didn’t need to be a man.

Fialova pushed forward, breaching Argider’s tight heat in one smooth thrust.

They both cried out at the sudden intrusion, their bodies joining as one. Fialova paused for a moment, savoring the feel of Argider’s walls fluttering around her.

Then she began to move, setting a steady rhythm. She thrust deep and hard, hitting that sweet spot inside Argider with every stroke. Argider met her thrusts eagerly, her hips rising to meet Fialova’s.

The knight’s orgasm was building, her balls tightening and her member pulsing within Argider’s clutching depths. She reached between their bodies, finding Argider’s swollen clit. She rubbed it in time with her thrusts, determined to bring Argider to completion first.

The Emperor’s cries grew louder, more desperate. Her nails raked down Fialova’s back, leaving red welts in their wake. “Yes, yes,” she chanted, her body tensing and quivering.

With a final cry, Argider came undone, her walls clamping down around Fialova like a vice. The sensation was too much for Fialova, and with a hoarse shout, she followed Argider over the edge. Her member throbbed and twitched as she spilled her seed deep inside her new wife.

Fialova, breathless and still shuddering from the aftermath, gathered Argider into her arms, pulling her closer as if afraid to let go. Her fingers traced delicate patterns along Argider’s back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her touch.

She buried her face in Argider’s hair, inhaling the comforting scent of her skin, a mix of sweat, lingering perfume, and something uniquely her own. They lay there for a long time, neither willing to break the closeness, caught in the warmth of their shared vulnerability.