On The Emperor's Lap Novels & Stories

I'm sure you'd agree with me we didn't hear from our lovely emperor and his wife, let alone the entire family, about twenty years ago. But, by the grace of God, His Imperial Majesty Sir Justice Maclean and Dr. Mrs. Doris Maclean, Emperor of the Indo Continent, have arrived. His Majesty and his wife waved their hands in the air. The audience applauded. We have His Majesty's presence. Dr. Bumba is the Middle Zone continent's Emperor. You are most welcome, Dr. We have His Majesty's presence. King Young Junior, the Far North continent's vice Emperor. You are most welcome, Your Majesty.

It looked really nice. "Please do well to treat Astris with the utmost care and respect. She is warm and will answer any questions you have." Mother turned to shake her vine hand. I felt someone come up behind me. "You're late." I muttered to Cedric. "Sorry, babe. I got distracted." He whispered. "It won't happen again." "Good. An Emperor is never late." "Yeah, I know. Can a future Emperor still get the future Empress on her knees?"

The sprawling, extravagant imperial palace was at the centre surrounded by many other small palaces that had yet to extinguish the lamps and candles as per the usual curfew. The emperor's sleeping quarters was the only exception, still brimming with unrestrained light and lit with fragrant candles to aid during the passionate night. One could see intimate movements depicted from within the room, through the vevelt curtains which covered the screens. A pair of silhouettes tumbled and spun around as if they were dancing to some exciting rhythmic tune. Some time in between the guards standing outside could here some muffled groans and some erotic moans. However, the ones inside could hear every

It left so, so little to the imagination. “You asked what I can offer you, Seymore. I can offer you something you want. Plenty of it. Safely, discreetly. And I promise, it is the very best you’ve ever had.” She moved, so casually, so easily, like the motion of a silk scarf falling… And suddenly, she was sitting on his lap, her firm ass nestled against his hip and her pussy so close to… Charles had left for… personal reasons. Had that been code? For Christina to do… this?

Chapter Three – “The Real Me” Maya’s POV When I opened my eyes, I didn’t know where I was. The room was strange. The bed was big. The lights were dim. For a few seconds, I thought I was dreaming. But then I felt it… warm skin beside me. I turned my head slowly and saw a man… the same man from last night. He was sleeping beside me. Calm. Peaceful. But my heart was beating fast. I sat up quickly, pulling the blanket over my chest. My head was still hurting. My body felt strange… like it remembered everything even if I didn’t want to.

The black sails loomed over them like the wings of a crow. "Welcome home, Prince Noah," Valerius said. He reached out a hand to help Noah up. Noah didn't take it. He grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb, pulling Ethan up behind him. They reached the deck. A hundred Southern soldiers stood in perfect formation. At the end of the line was a man in purple silk. He had Noah’s eyes. He had Noah’s jaw. The Emperor. "You look terrible," the Emperor said. He didn't move. He didn't embrace him. He just looked at the blood and the leather.