The Captured Count

“Y-Your Majesty?” Daniel’s voice trembled with tension. Patrick’s eyes were no longer those of an emperor, but the gaze of the beast that had violently craved her the previous night. “I wonder about the inside of the Count’s mouth. Whether it will be narrow and wet, like that lower hole, or worn out and loose.” At his words, the tips of Daniel’s ears burned red with shame. Keeping his gaze fixed on her, Patrick spread his firm thighs. The large mass of flesh beneath his trousers became visibly and grotesquely hard. “Crawl over here.” Patrick spoke as he slowly massaged his lower half. Though her clenched fists shook uncontrollably, she could not hesitate. Patrick was the Emperor, and s...