He gathers her into his arms, heals her, runs his fingers through her hair. "Very good, my treasure."

Overwhelmed, unfulfilled, trembling with lust and exhaustion, she presses her face against his chest and cries.

He holds her and pets her and kisses away her tears.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

And, after a thoughtful pause: "Would it be cheating, do you think, if I kept you asleep with magic so I could fuck your lovely cunt without you feeling it?"

"...if you have to ask the question, my lord, I think you already know the answer."

He laughs. "True enough. Want me to do it anyway?"

"Yes," she admits, squirming slightly.

"Maybe I will, then." He kisses the top of her head. "And maybe I won't. You'll just have to wonder, every time you wake up, whether you've been raped in your sleep that night."

She bites her lip and whimpers.

"Enjoy your week, my treasure."

He pets her hair and then leaves her in her bed and walks away.

She clutches her blankets tightly, trying to stop herself from finding other uses for her hands. She wants it so badly - he might not even notice -

No. He'd notice. Or he'd ask her, and then what would she do? Lie? She doesn't value her pleasure over her life.

Despite her exhaustion, it takes her a long time to get back to sleep.

In the morning, she's back in the Emperor's bed, with the Emperor's arms around her and the Emperor's face pressed into her hair.

Mmmm. Cozy.

...and of course now she's thinking about him raping her in her sleep. Picking her up out of her bed, carrying her back to his, sliding his cock into her cunt. Would he be slow and gentle, taking his time, or would he rape her violently and trust his magic to keep her asleep? She can't decide which thought she likes better. She nestles closer to him with a happy little shiver.

He yawns and kisses her hair. "Good morning, my Niamira."

"Good morning, my lord." She wriggles. "I can't stop thinking about your cock."

He laughs. "It's very flattering, how much you want me."

"Mm." She turns her head to kiss his shoulder. "I like being your own personal slut. Though I do miss hiding all over the palace, wondering when I'd see you next."

"Maybe that can be the next game we play." He nuzzles her hair. "Maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I'll allow you to pleasure yourself while you're out there. Find a nice hidden corner and wait for me to find you and rape you."

"Is it still rape if I beg you for it?" she murmurs.

"Such paradoxical desires you have."

He rolls her onto her back and pins her to the bed, gently but inescapably, shoving her legs apart with his knee.

She moans. "Oh please my lord—"

"So eager." He trails kisses down the side of her neck. "So lovely. Hold still for me, my treasure."

She takes deep breaths and does her very best to obey.

He kisses the sweep of her shoulder, bites the curve of her breast. His mouth wanders the landscape of her naked body, travelling nearly everywhere except the one place she most wants it.

She whimpers and whines and moans and bites her lip until it bleeds, but she doesn't squirm or thrash or wiggle. Not even when his tongue is on her thigh mere inches from her slick and aching cunt.

After a long while of teasing her this way, he scoops her up and kisses her forehead and conjures breakfast, which he merrily feeds to her. "Your resolve is astonishing," he says.