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The Empress And Her Consort

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the garden

[webbs]

[ penny parker can’t sleep.

she’s been the “esteemed guest” of the radiant empress (she who commands the stars, may she reign eternal!) for a couple of weeks, and things are wild. the planet is gorgeous, for one, all lush fields and overgrown forests and white sand beaches. much of it is natural, but she’s been shown the grand machines and devices that help to allocate precipitation and wind, and makes sure the temperature at the poles is “nearly as perfect” as the equator. and imperial citizens - at least the ones she’s met - are a pretty fun bunch. there’s a lot of parties and games, some pretty banging music, and really, really good wine.

but a part of her’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. penny has a responsibility back home, and she can’t shake her first impression: an alleged ambassador to earth firing at her with some laser gauntlet and taking out the bus stop behind her. she knows they can fight: she’s seen the walls of weapons and trophies in Celine’s palace. twice now, she’s sat at Celine’s side in the grand colosseum's royal box, watching races and sparring and wrestling. and as fun as it is to watch top athletes in their element, she’s not sure what to make of the empress promising “something more interesting next time.”

and then there’s celine.

it’s like trying to talk to a marble statue, a sunset, a mountain. penny didn’t know that somebody could really command that much presence and power. and there’s no doubt that celine knows it, and likes it - when a hundred thousand people in the arena are cheering the empress’ name, there isn’t so much of a hint of modesty on her face. she loves adoration from the masses as much as from individuals, because a couple times they’ve met for breakfast, and penny can definitely smell sex on her. there’s times where penny’s caught her staring - not that celine’s made much an effort to hide it - and those looks are pretty similar to how the empress sizes up her attendees.

(“attendees” is the word that penny’s mentally calling the dozens of gorgeous, thinly-clad women that wait on them hand and foot. she doesn’t want to think about “servants.” she really doesn’t want to think about “slaves.”)

it’s just a lot to take in. and so, two weeks after arrival, there’s a night where, as much as she tosses and turns, penny can’t fall asleep. romeda and dione, the handmaidens that celine gave loaned assigned to penny, tittered and offered a few suggestions: sex, a massage, a midnight feast. and then one suggested that if penny really just wanted to wander a little, there was no better place than in the empress’ private gardens.

penny couldn’t think of a reason not to go, so. she went.

(she did not see the message dione sent to celine almost immediately: Consort-In-Training Penelope has been sent to the Garden of Submission, Your Radiance. May your claiming be violent and pleasurable.)

the garden is beautiful, and for a few minutes, penny just wanders through the topiary and statues, taking in the sweet-but-spicy scent of the flowers and the endless stars above her. she’s about to find somewhere to sit, maybe listen to some music, before her spider-sense starts to hum, and she looks from one side, to another, and then - ]

Oh!

[ empress celine is flying, hovering above as she slowly descends to the ground.

she drops into a clumsy attempt at a curtsy, which is really more like a decisive nod. it doesn’t help that she’s only in an admittedly comfortable negligee and robe that was offered to her. (actually, a dozen were offered, and this was one of the thicker ones.) ]

Sorry - Dione said that I should check this place out. She said you wouldn’t mind if my first time wasn’t a guided tour or anything.

Re: the garden

[steeledgedempress]

[ celine likes this part: these first few weeks, the easy burn of anticipation. every day has been about indoctrination, letting the chains slip around penny parker so slyly she may not even notice until she's grown to love them. not that celine will put her in chains, no, penny deserves fine silks around her wrists, and ankles. and her throat.

yes, celine likes this part, but not as much as what comes next. tonight is not the night itself, when she'll fully claim penny before everyone as she has done with concubines in the past, but it's an important night all the same. in truth, celine wishes to be alone with the girl. had she merely been attracted to penny, she'd already be among her concubines but she has a sincere affection for the girl as well, and how could she not? parker is sweet and gentle and utterly adorable, but she has a courage and strength that will make her an ideal addition to the empire. there's something else about the girl, too, something which celine has trouble putting her finger on... but no matter. everything is proceeding perfectly anyway.

the night sky is especially beautiful tonight, and celine finds herself appreciating it all the more for being one of the few things she cannot bring under her control. a little reminder that she has not ascended to godhood just yet, even if she's scarcely a stone's throw from it. she feels penny's presence they see each other, and her ruby lips curve into an ingratiating smile as she lets herself glide gently back down to solid ground. she's dressed in a plunging green outfit so sheer it can only be nightwear, but concepts of modesty are not the same here as they are on earth. that's certainly obvious from the way celine watches penny; not drooling or leering, but appreciating openly and making no secret of her interest while always taking care that penny knows just how casual sex is in this, her empire.

their empire.

celine lets her gaze wander now, her smile turning a little sly as she drinks in the shape of penny's ample breasts within the negligee's confines. she giggles a little as she comes to stand before -- or rather loom over -- penny, raising a hand to cup the other woman's cheek. ] Good evening, darling. I was hoping you'd take Dione at her word. Walk with me?

[webbs]

[ the thing is, it’s easy to forget that celine is dangerous. she’s cool and smart and, as penny has noted before, super gorgeous, that it’s easy to just treat her like another billionaire ceo or superhero back on earth. but being around the likes of pepper potts or thor never caused penny’s spider-sense to spike like this. iron man has killed people, but penny’s pretty sure that he didn’t like, enjoy it or anything.

but some of the paintings she’s seen, the songs she’s heard, the holovids she’s watched - the empire talks about how celine ‘liberated’ the planet from her tyrant sister, but penny’s got a feeling there’s some serious PR spin in there. it’s maybe why she’s been a little guarded, why she’s dug her heels in and gotten so obstinate about the idea of sleeping with celine.

because, damn. would.

still, all of the second thoughts and hesitation can’t hide the way penny’s pulse throbs as celine touches down, or how she shifts a little under the older woman’s gaze. ] Sure. [ her voice is small, distant, caught in her throat from the way that celine’s fingers graze against her face.

penny clears her throat. ] I mean - sure. [ she adjusts the thin gauze of the robe, trying to shield a little more from the air. it’s not cold, not even cool, just a habit. ] It’s really pretty here. I thought that space flowers would be weirder, like - bucket plants the size of me or something. But they just look normal.

[steeledgedempress]

[ celine may not be all-seeing (yet) but she very clearly sees the conflict in penny parker. there's an uncertainty in her mannerisms, from the way she shifts to the way her voice sometimes shrinks when her mind is restless with that potent mixture of wariness and want. and oh, the want is there. celine sees it burning deep within those dark, expressive eyes which the empress finds so enchanting. ]

Oh, but you've scarcely seen the entire garden. And it's too big to get to in one night, so we'll take our time and I'll show you a few favorites. Just be warned: some of these plants do bite, but then, the prettiest things so often have the sharpest teeth, don't they? [ celine's lips curve into a sly smile that carries more than a hint of flirtation, and she doesn't even ask before sliding her arm around penny's waist and hugging her close before starting to walk with her, guiding the younger woman deeper into the maze of vibrant plant-life, where the colors almost glow beneath the glow of two moons. ]

I'm glad you're enjoying your time here, Penny. I like having guests, especially when they're not my subjects. I encourage everyone to be honest with me, but when you're the Empress, people sometimes... make assumptions based on misplaced fear. So when I have someone like you come along, someone who isn't a subject, I get a little excited. [ celine doesn't pull her gaze from penny as they walk and talk, gazing at her with rapt adoration. ] You know, there's a very specific flower I'd like you to see. It's a favorite of mine. Come, come.

[webbs]

You’re joking, right? [ although even as soon as she’s said it, penny knows that celine was being very honest. it’s not that celine doesn’t joke, it’s just that she hasn’t done anything so crass or basic as make up some local custom to haze her with. (and, if penny’s being honest, it’s the sort of prank she’d absolutely pull herself.)

maybe there’s just too many people here. when there’s an actual galaxy-wide empire, it makes sense that “trick the new girl into bowing to the wrong person” sort of jokes lose their luster.

she stumbles a little as celine starts to tug at her waist, hurried little steps to keep up with the empress’ long, powerful strides. ] Yeah, I guess. Like Taylor being surrounded by yes-men. [ wait, has she told celine about? - ] Uh - Taylor Swift, she’s a pop star. [ and now she’s talking about earth culture again, ugh.

the stars above them are beautiful. penny’s studied a bit of astronomy as a kid - stargazing with her uncle, trying to build her own telescope. she knows a few constellations, but it’s wild to see how little she recognizes in this corner of the universe. it’s odd, and unfamiliar, but it’s still incredible.

but it’s also hard to think about that when celine is so close to her. penny can feel the warmth radiating from her body, smell the spice of her perfume, and try to not meet her gaze too much. ]

[steeledgedempress]

[ as winding and twisted as the royal gardens are, they're not quite a maze; walking through them at night feels more like being guided by a river, such is the way the exotic scents blend together in a way that seeps beneath the skin and sweetens the air. there are many entertainments available to celine as empress, and many of them eventually turn dull, but never this. never this kind of night-time stroll, and particularly not with a beautiful young woman's waist settled within her arm.

celine glances at penny, smiling lightly as she takes note of how those big, expressive eyes see past the plants to the stars above. ] Yes, they're beautiful. It's like having two gardens at once: the flora and the celestial. Neither are beyond my grasp. [ and she resists the urge to grasp penny that much more tightly. ] But I know how unfamiliar constellations can make one... aware of their distance from home. I'm a great traveler myself, and much as I enjoy it, there have been times on distant planets when I've both loved the stars and felt... so very lonely. [ as she speaks, celine's voice grows a little distant, even reflective; she's not lying about travel nor those feelings of loneliness. sometimes, she feels lonely here, in her own empire, beneath the stars she's gazed at all her life.

her smile resurfaces. ] But you're never alone here. [ she kisses penny on the top of the head; the undertones of her overture are obvious yet restrained enough that she could reasonably claim it to be a kiss of platonic affection... which it isn't. ] Here we are.

[ the plant before them is a beautiful bed of crimson, like roses growing as vociferously as poppies. as the pair of them approach, the flowers lift up on their stalks, sensing their presence and starting to sway, to dance in an almost sensual motion. which is fitting, considering the aphrodisiac effect their pollen has. ] I had them genetically designed myself.

[webbs]

I guess. The only gardening I’ve done has been, like, basil and tomatoes. [ and they didn’t survive for more than a few months on her apartment’s trellis, thanks to a heat wave and some anxious, overly-enthusiastic watering. but hearing celine talk about something so jejune as loneliness makes penny pause. maybe they’ve got the same problems sometimes, being above other people - very literally - and trying to stay grounded. it’s a big universe, and they’re just flesh and blood. (and superpowers).

she huddles a little closer to celine and smiles, face lighting up at the quick kiss to her brow. sometimes, the empress is just - Friendly. nice. she’s already promised to find a trainer so penny can pick up some more fighting techniques, which is really cool of her. things are different in the empire, and she can’t count how many times celine has expressed a particular interest in her, spoken or not, but - well, some things are just the same. ]

Oh, wow. [ it’s a sea of scarlet. it’s not like a rosebush, with twigs and leaves in between the flowers. it’s just flowers covering every possible inch of the plot. they’re all perfectly identical, stretching towards the heavens. penny watches as they start to move as if in a breeze (though the air’s perfectly still), turning towards the two of them, opening. ] So were these crossbred or like, did you engineer the cellular chromosomes from scratch?

[ celine pushes her a little closer - penny doesn’t try to think about how the hand is mostly on her ass, not on the small of her back - and penny can take the hint. she delicately lifts up one flower, trying not to damage it, and inhales. ]

[steeledgedempress]

[ there's something about the way penny huddles that much closer which causes celine's breath to catch, if only for the thinnest sliver of a second. it provokes a sudden and unpleasantly strong feeling of... protection. celine shakes it off, this unfamiliar feeling of fondness for what should be (and will be) another conquest, of body and planet alike. it should be simple enough: take penny into her collection of wives and in doing so, take her planet. it's far from an unsurmountable task, no matter how much of a so-called hero penny is, and yet celine knows she'll be disappointed if penny proves an enemy. more than disappointed, actually, but she's choosing not to think about that. it would be bad to think about that, it would be -

it would be weak.

celine banishes all unsettling thoughts of affection for penny parker from her mind. instead, celine focuses in on penny's ass and how well it fills her palm even as her hand rests lightly without squeezing like the deep-rooted hunger within her pushes her to do. ]

Crossbred, between a native plant and a mutant of my own making. Sometimes two seeming disparate entities can create something... rather special. [ her red lips curve into a slash of a smile as penny inhales; she glides easily right behind the younger woman, arms encircling penny's waist as large breasts crush to the little spider's back. her voice falls a few octaves into a silky promise, her breath warm against the back of penny's neck. ] How does the scent strike you?

[webbs]

Like people, right?. [ one and one make two - except for those extraordinary circumstances when everything comes together just right, and one and one make three. it might be a child, it might be a new suit for superpowers, it might just be a quick, shared experience. something intimate, maybe warm and a little flushed, with tangled limbs and deep, seering kisses -

huh, maybe she’s pent up. from being near celine, from turning down the advances of two super gorgeous handmaidens, it only makes sense that she couldn’t sleep. and why she’s thinking about sex like, a lot.

her pulse spikes, partially from the pollen, partially from having celine even closer than she had been. she tries not to think about the weight of celine’s breasts on her back, and nearly immediately fails. they’d be good to feel, or even to taste. ] It’s nice. Sweet, and I think a little spicy, and - there’s, uh. something else. [ penny shivers, pressing back into celine’s grip. the older woman keeps her close to the flowers. not so close as to be inhaling directly from the blooms as she had a moment ago, but penny can still feel the heat buzzing at her nose.

or maybe that’s something else. it’s awfully warm. ]

[steeledgedempress]

[ celine's smile broadens just a little. ] Like people. Precisely. [ her fingers move idly against the small of penny's back; almost dancing a ballet, so light yet frequent is her touch. the fragrance of the flowers linger in the air, but it has no effect on celine. she's always careful to ensure that none of her creations, however mild, can be used against her. besides, she hardly needs an aphrodisiac scent wafting through the air to conjure up desire within. she's already brimming with it, particularly here and tonight with penny parker. ]

Careful. [ celine giggles a little as penny presses back into her grasp, and she eases around to wrap her arms around penny's waist. ] There are many scents on this world and others you would find alien, and hard to describe. One day, I hope I'll set foot on your planet, and take in the unique scents there. [ celine tilts her head and takes an obvious sniff of penny's neck. ] I'm already enjoying them. You feel warm, darling.

[webbs]

[ she nearly beams when celine agrees with her. given how late it is and how cloudy her head’s starting to feel, penny’s not entirely sure she’s making sense, so it’s nice that she’s not talking complete gibberish. (for now). penny shrugs, or at least tries to, with empress tightening her grip. ]

They’re just scents, there’s nothing that special. Not compared to her. [ because of course nothing like home really feels extraordinary, it’s home. freshly-cut grass and stale donuts and garbage on the streets can’t compare to the complicated, foreign, utterly alien scents on another freakin’ planet. even with a woman like celine as her guide.

and speaking of which - yeah, something’s starting to really stir. celine’s getting more overt, and penny can’t think of a reason to push her away. ] Uh - [ she stammers, trying to not think about celine’s breath warm on her skin. ] Yeah, it’s pretty hot.

[ except it’s not, it’s completely perfect, the same as it had been a moment ago. penny absentmindedly pulls at the loose knot of her robe, undoing it, letting it open to show the negligee underneath. and even that’s not doing much to hide the heave of her breasts, or how her nipples stiffen. ]

[steeledgedempress]

[ celine presses herself against penny's back with a firm warmth; her ample breasts crush against the thin fabric which does so little to separate flesh from flesh, and her chin rests upon penny's head for a moment. she feels penny loosen her robe, and her smile shifts almost imperceptibly upward. the redhead peers down over penny, lips parting a little as she drinks in the new view of the younger woman's breasts confined within the negligee which, like everything else, is a gift from celine.

and really, everything IS a gift from celine. she's always thought so, since ascending the throne and taking the title of empress. air and water, food and shelter, pleasure and pain: they're all gifts, for which celine is owed everything.

she inclines her head again, taking another obvious inhale of penny's scent and then exhaling as if she's tasting wine. ] You're right, darling. It is hot tonight. [ celine unwinds herself from penny, letting her hand caress a shoulder as she drifts forward with dreamy slowness. standing in front of penny but facing away, celine lets undoes the one or two laces upon her dress to let it slide away like oil and pool at her feet, leaving her in -

- in next to nothing. just a green lace thong and nothing more. ] That's better.

[webbs]

[ it’s a little surprising that celine is going to take penny’s frankly pitiful excuse at face value. and it’s a bit of a relief to have celine step away, feel the cool(ish) air against her frame. but just as well, penny’s groin just about twitches with need, and not having the empress so close to her is suddenly - intolerable.

she’s about to say something, about to backtrack and say that no, they can still cuddle, what they were doing was cuddling, wasn’t it - hold on, do they have cuddling in the empire? and then celine’s gown drops.

and really, penny should have known it wasn’t going to be quite so easy.

for a moment, she’s rooted to the ground, eyes wide in obvious shock. ] Oh. [ celine doesn’t turn around, like she’s waiting for something. ] Oh, wow. [ how can somebody be that perfect, even from the back? penny stares, doesn’t make any attempt to hide it in any way.

maybe it’s because of the guidance of her handmaidens. maybe it’s the arousing power of the pollen, engineered specifically for a horny, obedient daze. or maybe it’s celine’s own psionics, teasing at penny’s brain, nudging her along. but regardless, she hears a voice in some tiny corner of her head: distant, soft, and spoken like steel.

Show Propriety.

this is the empire. celine is the empress. there’s only one way to show the correct propriety - and gratitude, and deference. penny’s nearly shaking with arousal as she lets her own robe slide down her shoulders, though she bunches the fabric up into a ball, holding it in her hands.

Kneel.

penny kneels, cautiously and a little awkwardly, sitting back on the balls of her heels. ] Your Majesty.

[steeledgedempress]

[ with her back stilled turned to penny, celine can almost see what the younger woman is doing. the shock, the lust, the kneeling which comes on the heels of it all. the redhead grins with open delight, then restrains her expression into a more subtle, gentle smile. waiting until she's certain that penny has her head bowed, celine turns and stalks toward her.

she looks good like this, celine thinks, but then she's always preferred people when they show their due submission to her will. it's just that penny looks especially adorable doing so. ] Hm, you didn't do that when we first met. I wonder what changed. [ celine drifts closer, slow and easy as a light breeze, until she's standing so close that penny would only have to dip her head to kiss celine's feet. ]

Maybe you like it here. Maybe you're starting to believe -- to understand -- that you belong here... with me. And that involves being a subject, showing deference, respect, submission. You have a talent for it. Now, I want to ask you something. Don't lie, I'll know. Now, tell me, dear... [ celine reaches out and with one finger, tilts penny's head up by the chin so she can see the full glory of her naked empress. ] What do you want more than anything, right now?

[webbs]

[ shit, what had changed? penny ducks her head, trying to think things through logically. it’s only been a couple of weeks since her arrival, and celine’s been forwards about her desires, sure, but penny’s pretty sure she’s done an admirable job of putting up the appropriate boundaries. but something about this night has been different, even before visiting the flowers. was it just being tired? being pent up? the glimmer of vulnerability that the empress showed, however brief and fleeting?

(spare a thought for penelope parker: not used to cutthroat courtroom politics, not used to gladiatorial games, and certainly not used to the idea that celine’s liable to dose her with aphrodisiacs on a whim. she’ll learn.) ]

It’s nice. [ it’s almost stammered out, barely above a whisper, and penny winces after she says it. because yeah, it’s a planet full of the most gorgeous landscapes - and people - she’s ever seen. ‘nice’ is an understatement.

her breath hitches as celine guides her head up, and by the time they make eye contact - after celine’s legs, after her thong, after the perfect slope of her waist and swell of her breasts - penny’s nearly hyperventilating. she squeezes her thighs together because, god, she’s never been this horny in her life. ]

I - I - [ she swallows. ] I really - uh - Iwanttohavesexwithyou.

[steeledgedempress]

[ celine hardly needs penny to tell her anything. she knows the young woman desires her, because... well, because she's celine, and it's a natural state of the world for her to be desired. that's without the quiver in penny's voice and upon her lip, without the obvious flame in her eyes, without the very scent of her arousal pervading the air in a way that would escape others, but not celine. no, celine can practically inhale penny parker right now.

the redhead licks her lips as if in contemplation, despite already being entirely certain of what she's going to do. ] Of course, Penny. You already adore me, don't you? [ celine doesn't wait for an answer, not when it's a question she's never needed an answer to. everyone adores her.

celine lets her fingers glide ever-so-lightly through penny's dark hair, and then digs both thumbs into the rim of her thong. ] Take this off for me, darling. There's a good girl.

[webbs]

[ penny’s an open book. even at the best of times, she wears her heart on her sleeve. she complains merrily, she kvetches, she observes, all in a running commentary, mask on or mask off. but now, with what defenses she has peeled off her like celine’s gown, she’s fully exposed. a woman like the empress will, no doubt, be able to see every tremor and micro-expression on penny’s pretty face.

a woman like the empress will peer into her mind just as easily.

good girl causes her to gasp; penny nearly chokes on air as she tries (and fails) to stop halfway through. she doesn’t say anything, just nods - she likes celine, likes her a lot. maybe it’s adoring. ]

Y - yes, Ma’am. [ she squeezes her thighs together again, feeling the slick between her legs, and moves, shifting forwards so she can hook two fingers into the band of celine’s thong and slowly pull it down. it feels wrong, somehow, to do this - not to undress celine, but to be so close, to be so fortunate as to have her fingers trace celine’s thighs and calves as she touches her. ]

[steeledgedempress]

[ celine successfully restrains a broad, nigh-giddy smile into a mere twitch of the lips. she doesn't want penny to see how excited she is, not yet. no, she will remain firm. she will remain in-control of both penny and herself. she will take her time, because she's been waiting long enough and it'll only flavor the dish to wait a little longer before dining.

still, penny calling her ma'am does feel like a victory. a small, early victory... but she celebrates the small ones as much as the large. ] Yes, there's a good girl... [ her voice is a cool breath sandwiched between the lightest of moans in response to penny's fingers digging into her thong and pulling it down, just as slow as she wants. the night air breezes against her bared cunt; a slick mound topped off with just a little red pubic hair. the material pools around her feet. ]

Now, take my hands. [ and the moment penny does, celine squeezes them with gentle affection. a reassuring motion. ] As reward for being so very good, you may kiss me. Anywhere you like. Just once, just briefly... but anywhere. Lips, tits, cunt... anywhere. Every inch of me is open to you in this moment, my darling.

[webbs]

[ it’s wild, to be here - late at night, outside in the empress’ private gardens, feeling her full gaze and attention. penny thought that she’d been through that before during their breakfasts, or when celine took her on a guided (and probably partial) tour of the palace. she was an intense woman, and penny always felt a little like a spectacle under her look.

but nothing compares to this, kneeling and caught up in the sheer lust and power of the radiant empress. penny nearly melts at her touch, head lolling to the side as she nods. it takes a moment for the command to sink in, for penny to reach up and slip her hands into celine’s.

kiss her. anywhere. and there’s a lot of good options, but there’s only one that penny’s thinking about right now: ] Uh-huh. [ she doesn’t quite leap to her feet, if only because she’s still shaking, and she’s definitely wet. but she’s fast to rise, and to reach up to grab celine’s face and plant a searing, hungry kiss to her lips.

for all of two seconds, before she’s pulled back down. ] Can we - again?

[steeledgedempress]

[ the kiss -- that hungry, urgent kiss -- feels to celine like a swallow of something which goes down too quickly. she barely has the chance to savor the fullness of penny's lips or the flavor of her mouth before the girl is pulling back, shaky and nervous and adorably uncertain about her own eagerness. it actually takes celine aback for just a moment, before an easy smile breaks across her face alongside a short giggle. ]

Oh, darling. [ celine squeezes the hands in hers and gently tugs penny closer. she leans in, the gaze of her heavy-lidded eyes running from those plump lips, down the column of penny's throat to the swell of her breasts and then back up to meet those wide, expressive eyes. ]

Again, and again... and again. [ with the casual method of a teacher, celine guides penny's hands. she settles one on her hip, and the other she plants upon a large, bare breast, the stiffened nipple grazing a soft palm. with celine's hands now free, she grasps penny by the face and kisses her with a sudden ferocity. the kiss is more than two seconds, melting into stretched moments as she licks into penny's mouth with a shameless moan, their lips caressing together as celine's statuesque body drifts closer still, swallowing up any light which might remain between them. ]

[webbs]

[ in her defense, celine did say briefly. and maybe penny jumped the gun a little bit, either in ending the kiss or kissing celine to begin with. though really, maybe she should have thought a little bit more before agreeing to come to the empire in the first place. an invitation from a warrior who had tried to kill her might have been a red flag, but - come on, it’s space. she could go to space. like she was going to say no.

and here she is now, making out with the empress, and horny enough that she’s pretty sure she’s going to have sex like, really soon. because if she doesn’t, wow, she might actually die.

penny’s nearly vibrating when celine looks her over, when the woman smiles and calls her darling again. she doesn’t do so much as a token resistance when celine moves her hands, cutting the perfect hip and the even more perfect breast. and then celine’s lips come crashing down onto hers, and the last of all of penny’s resistance and doubts are swept away, tide in the sand.

honestly, a lot of her thoughts are swept away at the same time, left only with want, and with obedience. ]

Mm - [ her voice hums and her grip tightens, like she’s needing to hang onto celine, to anchor herself down to something.

[steeledgedempress]

[ celine savors the gentle fullness of penny's lips, just as she savors the uncertain yet intensifying grip of penny's hand upon her breast. the redhead is far from a stranger to spontaneous sex with whomever takes her fancy, and she's certainly no stranger to desire itself. there is, however, something a little different about penny. something more than animal want, something more than the aphrodisiacs which still scent the air. something... less tangible, something which lures celine as much as she lures penny. still, she's largely unconcerned with figuring out what that something is or what it might mean, because it might reveal too much in the way of genuine affection. after all, it can be deadly to be a ruthless empress and to be capable of love at the same time. it's dangerously human, and celine is far from that.

then again, maybe humanity is catching.

whatever the case, celine finds herself pressing forward all that much eagerly into an embrace which grows all the more frantic. the prior slow ease of their connection burns away in the spreading flames of a rawer, more uncontrolled passion. she reaches around to seize penny's ass in a possessive, vice-like grip and nips sharply at penny's bottom lip, murmuring a half-moan, half-growl as the kiss breaks for only the briefest of moments before they're melting back together. the elegant curves of celine's body crush against penny's, and by now her hands have begun wandering in desperate search of more to touch, of more noises to prompt from penny's delicious lips.

somewhere along the line, celine slots her legs amidst penny's, bringing her bare cunt to rub against the younger woman's thigh. only in response to that throb of ecstasy which subsequently blooms into blissful all-over body ripples does she finally break the kiss. celine lingers close all the same, breathless and grinning with a hint of something nearly manic. both hands curve around penny's ass, nails digging into beautiful, plump flesh. ] My darling. My dear angel... help me make up my mind. [ her voice falls a few octaves into a husky whisper. ] Shall I take you to my chambers, or lay you amongst these plants right here and now?

[webbs]

[ judging by how they feel in penny’s hand, she’s pretty sure that celine might actually have the nicest breasts in the universe. and her thigh as well, she can feel the muscle and ironlike strength. penny likes to believe she has a healthy relationship with her own appearance - sure, she’s short, but her butt can look amazing in the right pair of jeans. but she still feels a little slapdash when she’s looking at the empress, or even any of the consorts and concubines.

although, judging by how lovingly celine is caressing her, and how her hands dip underneath the scant fabric of penny’s gown? the empress doesn’t have any such reservations.

penny lets out another little whine, cut off when celine nips at her lip, as easily as hitting a mute button. she rolls her hips best she can, trying to rub her thigh into celine’s groin, trying to just get closer ]

We can -oh man - we can stay here. It’s nice. Comfy. Fuck - [ another groan as celine moves. ] Oh, fuck.

[steeledgedempress]

[ it's true, penny isn't like the concubines who inhabit the palace. there's more to her than that; something which intoxicates with alarming ease, and which has drawn celine to want her more fervently than she's wanted anyone in a long time. every inch of her is to be appreciated, and celine intends to do just that. ]

Yes, fuck. That's very much the idea. [ celine's arms encompass penny entirely as she tilts her head so her lips can crash upon the younger woman's in a hard, eager kiss. as their tongues meet again, celine permits both hands to fall low and seize penny's ass, squeezing adoringly. at the same time, she keeps rubbing herself against penny like a bitch in heat as opposed to an all-powerful empress.

and just as abruptly, celine pulls back with a final audible smack of lips parting. still wearing that sly little smile, celine backs away in the direction of another collection of plant-life. as if on cue, an enormous flower unfolds itself obediently into what is essentially a seat, a kind of natural throne which celine relaxes back onto, the gigantic petals supporting her. ] Here. Come sit on my lap and put that perfect little mouth on my tits. It's only polite, darling.

[webbs]

Uh - [ whatever she's about to say is lost as celine leans down to kiss her again – just that low, throaty moan in penny's throat. she can feel the slickness of celine's cunt rubbing up against her thigh, and dammed if that's not getting her even wetter than before. she's had sex, sure – exploratory, fumbling experiences back in the dorm room. but there's something about being so openlywanted that's -

just amazing.

it takes her a moment to come to her senses when celine breaks the kiss. and then celine's moving, motioning for penny to follow, and she doesn't even hesitate. it's like there's an invisible collar around her neck, and celine's holding the lead. her eyes widen as a bulb taller than she is opens, and celine sits. ] Is it going to - [ support our weight goes unsaid as she clambers into celine's lap. the robe's back at the entrance to this part of the garden, forgotten, and penny's nightie sticks to her with sweat, showing the swell of her breasts and stiffness of her nipples. ]

Yes, Your Radiance. [ it's a polite response. penny lowers her head onto one breast - ] How you so perfect?